Scouter

Chapter 11-Night Cont.

When I was led to the room by Maice I came from the right and despite the constant confusion of turns I pretty much had seen everything to be seen, leaving no mystery. I turned to the left and began my night time excursion. The walls had the same pale blue wallpaper as the other side. I let my tips of my fingers drag against the cool blue surface as I ventured on. I made a point to properly memorize the turning sequence to ensure that I would be able to find my way back before anyone noticed.

The corridor seemed to take on a new atmosphere than before. When I thought I was going to die, the walls seemed constricting and intimidating but now that I was alone in the dark, they felt spacious and for some reason I couldn't understand, safe. I made a right for the fifth time then continued to walk down the short hall. Up ahead the hallway divided in both directions; I already decided that I would go left. Half way down I began to realize how odd it was that there wasn't a single fender on duty.

Just then, I heard the sound of hush voices coming from behind me, their step echo as they got closer.

I transitioned into a silent jog, I made a sharp left and crashed into a hard body. I stumbled back but kept on my feet. Everything was silent for a second as recollection took over, then it all exploded.

I quickly spun around and raced away as the two fiery fender behind me shouted in their deep booming voices.

"It's that girl, she escaping, get her!"

The two charged for me, shouting for others.

"She's in the Southeastern quadrant heading north," another raging voice barked. There were now four behind me and they were quickly closing in, I had to think quickly. I made a sharp right and pounded my feet hard against the wood. There was no point in trying to be quiet anymore. I pushed down a small table with a vase on it, hoping that it would delay them even by a second. I cut to the left of another two way hallway and came to a shuddering halt. A fender stood on guard ready to attack, but to my luck, he had his back to me. I slowly back away praying he wouldn't have a sudden urge to check behind him. I was in the middle of the three way intersection when the other four fenders shouted down the hall. I cursed under my breath as the lone fender twisted in my direction and with lightning fast reflexes charged. He grabbed my sleeve and yanked hard. I pulled against his force until I heard the familiar sound of ripping fabric, then I was free. At least for a few seconds that is.

While I was getting my sleeve torn off, the group of four had caught up. A fender crashed into my side, knocking whatever wind I had in my lungs out. I quickly regained myself and sent my fist flying, it connected with a jaw. Out of the side of my eye I caught the sleeve ripping fender sending a side kick my way. I moved with it and managed to reduce the force of the blow then grabbed his leg and pulled up hard. He fell on his back with a loud grunt. I gave his stomach a good stomp of my heel just as another fender swung for my head. I reacted quickly and dropped to the floor then sprung out both my legs, which collided with two very unhappy man parts. Both fender doubled over in pain allowing me to give each a swift side kick followed by a sweep of my leg under them. They came down hard but were still conscious. I jumped up and simultaneously chopped that special spot on their necks that made them drop like stone. I looked down at the three prostrate figures on the floor and thought of how proud my dad would have been to see what I could accomplish. His little girl upper cutting and groin kicking a group of skilled fender, what could be any more beautiful than this?

That thought cost me. One of the remaining two fenders grabbed my shoulder and shoved me hard against the wall. I struggled fiercely and thought I was about to free myself when the other fender grabbed my arm and forced in behind my back. I winced in pain as he push my arm further and further back. I continued to fight as the fender pulled out a pair of Z-Locks and bound my hands together. Two more fender had arrived by now and walked alongside the two that had me in a death grip.

I had no idea what time it was as they led me to what assume to be the damp, disgusting, dungeon,

I was taken by surprise when we arrived at a great dark chocolate colored door. I barely had time to take in the details of the ingress before it opened and I was shuffled in. As the fenders shoved me along my eyes couldn't help but scan the dim room, starting with the walls line with book and settling on the big brown desk that sat directly in the middle of the room. A small chair sat in front of the desk waiting for some unlucky victim which happen to be me. The men walked me over to the chair and, after two attempts, got me to sit down. Immediately after I was seated or rather held down one of the four fenders left the room, leaving the room so silent I thought everyone could hear my heart dancing in chest. After what felt like hour the door open then closed. I didn't dare turn around, whatever came next I would take it on with no fear.

The steps were heavy against the floorboards. Each stride was steady and veering toward the desk. I kept my eyes straight ahead preparing myself to not give away any emotion. Finally the owner of the steady, heavy step came into my field of vision

He had a simple black shirt that defined his well-toned muscles and pair of moss green cargo pants along with black boot. His hair a short mix of grey and shadowy brown. He sat down behind the desk so that only half his abdomen and up were showing then put his hand together. He had bags under his eyes, which signaled me that he had been woken up from his slumber and by his favorite little ex-prisoner at that. He pinched the spot between his eyes then sighed.

"So it's you again, why do you insist on causing trouble when people are trying to sleep," he said suddenly. I didn't answer. "Leave us."

"But, Commander General Sir—," one began

"I said leave, do I need to repeat myself," he snapped.

"No sir, we'll be outside sir," they all said at the same time. They marched out one by one then shut the floor behind them. He didn't say anything for a while, only tapped a fiery dot on his desk.

"You know, you are one lucky girl," He began calmly. "Just a few days ago you were going to be executed and if it weren't for my son you surely would be dead." He put an emphasis on the word 'dead'. I still didn't say anything and he continued.

"Then you have the audacity to attempt this escapade the very night you were show mercy, do you—"

"I wasn't trying to escape," I shot out and it was true, I wasn't. He gave an angry chuckle.

"Oh, so when you were found roaming the hall in the middle of the night, you weren't trying to escape? And when caught you ran then initiated combat with my men what do you call that?"

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-Rose Toussaint