Chapter Eleven

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My brown hair keeps getting in the way and Fires breathing hits my bare neck which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand creating this weird feelings inside of me but I tend on ignoring it."Do you have a gun in that bag of yours?" Fire asks as I'm putting my long brown wavy hair in a high ponytail, I give him a sly smile and nod no.
He grunts in irritation and stomps as he see a whole line of security guards," You said this was the safest route!" I half yell at him and he shushes me,"I thought so too but I don't know what's going on it's like someone's hacking my hacking." I have the urge to take his laptop and help but I'm afraid to make him angry.... Oh well, I take it from him he snaps at me but I ignore him like he does to me.

      I type in what I know to shut down the hospital when I attempted my first escape from my adopted parents and it worked till they found where I was. "What the hell... Who the hell shut the power!!!" Yelled I think the head security guard.
I go in with my tiny flashlight not knowing if Fires with me or not I'm aware of all the people here searching through the blanket of darkness for a way out but it appears I don't need a flashlight cause I can see perfectly. I feel a weird feeling the lights turn on and I can't see my skin...... Have I turn invisible?? This is okay my immune will either help me or curse me. The laptop has gone invisible with me giving me time or somewhat to figure out the code.....JACKPOT!!!!!!!! I got it.
I see Fire struggling I grab his wrist and take him with me he dosent fight cause I think he knows it's me since I have small hands.
The lights go back and we're in a janitors closet."What the freak was that bout!!" He half screams at me, I show him the laptop and then his face goes red."Oh."

{Timeskip}

We've got the pills I need.


Fires POV:

We hide out in an abandoned house, Alma uh I mean her/she takes the pills, she knocks out leaving me with a phone call,"Did you get her?"
"Yes."
"Good job, Neal."

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