Saving Prototype 809

Chapter 1

MIRANDA'S P.O.V

The trees blurr into a colidascope, as the forest spun in front of me. I dig my fingernails into the moist gritty ground, and inhale the strong stench of lilac bushes that pollute the dense forest air. I feel my chest rising, slowly breathing in and out. Each ragged breath is forced into my burning lungs, and every exhale is like needles. I hear birds, chirping in the canopy of rough trees that have jumped into my faltering way in my hazy escape.

I claw myself a few more feet forward on my knees, but collapse as the overwhelming nausea washes over my withering body. I roll over on my back, covered in a thin shine of sweat. I lazily look up at the forest above me, unable to focus. I tell my mind to move my legs, but they remain resting on the damp forest floor with the grass slightly tickling my bare legs.

A breeze blows my hair slightly; temporarily chilling by body which is sleek with sweat. I lick my dry lips and close my eyes.

I remember his eyes. His face is too hazy, but his eyes are the things I see when I close mine. The darkness and evil consume his sick yellow eyes, that he bore into mine with his lopsided cruel grin.

I sit up dizzily, and push myself into a standing position. I wavered as I try to walk forward, I slump against the nearest tree and put my face up against the rough bark and I shut my eyes, unwillingly seeing his eyes again. A branch snaps from behind me and I didn’t even look back, I scramble across the forest. Stumbling into the sides of trees, and turning up dirt as I drag myself threw the woods. Moving myself further away from the sudden noise, that has every working cell in my body on high alert.

I see a blurry tree ahead and I wrap my arms around it to hold myself up, looking back into the direction I came from. I hesitate going further as my entire body trembles against me, willing me not to go another step. I still feel heavily drugged as I sat with my back up against the moss covered tree. Everything in front of me melts together, and all the colors blur into a messy mix.

I lean my head back up against the tree, looking back up at the morning sky. I vaguely feel the warm tear going down my face; I sluggishly wiped it off my neck.

A crash sounds to my left, I shift my eyes trying to keep myself from moving. My chin trembles and my last desperate attempt to escape fleeted. My nostrils flare, as I stiffened up to the footsteps walking towards me. I clench my hands together, and begged to a merciful god that may save me.

Any god at all.

My heart was the only things besides the crunching footsteps that I hear, and it feels like you could hear my heartbeat from a mile away it was thumping so loud. I beg myself to stop breathing and make the buzzing in my ears to go away.

"It’s a girl," a rough masculine voice says from a distance away. Another tear ran down my face, and my throat burned in torture. my legs burned, leaving me seemingly paralyzed.

"She doesn’t look healthy Derek," another voice says softly.

I flinched as I felt a hand clasp over my shoulder, I look at the blurry hand and then at the person who crouched next to me.

"She’s drugged," the guy with the rough voice said from his position next to me. I couldn’t even make out his face, I only see his skin color.

I close my eyes as multiple warm tears go down my cheekbones, and I whisper softly "don’t kill me."

"You’re safe." The guy next to me reassures me comfortingly. I let out a staggering breath of relief and bring my legs up against my chest holding them there protecting myself. I close my eyes dizzily. All I see are his eyes; I jerk my eyes back open trying to forget the yellowness that shined from the pupils of the demon I escaped from. When you look into someone’s eyes, you can tell exactly who they are.