Feeling Human

Chapter 3

I woke up, still slightly angry from the night before, at my feeble attempt of escape. I put on some clothes, and walked out into the dormitary room. No one was there... I peaked my head into Chris' room, he was gone too. I frowned. He should be there. Suddenly, a voice boomed through the speakers.

'Guards, to battle stations! Right Wing!'

I gasped. Someone was attacking. They knew I was here. They had come for me.

I took my chance and bust out the door, running down the corridor to the right wing, where the fight was commencing. I wasnt out of breath, not that i could tell. I had too much adrenaline in my system. Escape. All i could think of was escape. Screaming in my mind, in a voice what wasnt my own, pleading, getting louder as i progressed down the corridor in sheer desperation to escape the abuse i was going to get. I wanted to be free.

I turned the corner sharply, right into where the fight was. I took a couple of steps back, not realising actually how close i was to the fight. No more than 2 metres in front of me, was a guard and a man, his face covered by a black leather hood, which cascaded into a long trench coat, ending at his knees. I looked beyond him, and saw more, both male and female, fighting ferosiously at the guards. Dr Connor was fighting a woman, her hood had fell, exposing her long auburn hair, tied in a loose bun what had started to fall out.

Before i could respond, Chris was by my side, dragging me away, fighting with a man. He shoved me, but with his strength, and inablity to concerntrate, i ended up hard into the wall, plaster around me. I groaned.

I lay there, feeling helpless. I didnt have the strength to turn invisible, nor fight. Chris was occupied with the man, whose eyes were hidden by the large hood. I could make out some strong cheekbones and chin, his lips pressed firmly against each other. He fought with strength, and also finesse. I just laid there watching in awe, unable to tear my eyes away from the first life id ever seen.

Someone grabbed my arm, and i screamed, coming face to face with a hooded boy. He pulled me up, and was saying something, but i could hear. I watched as he desperately shook me, trying to get me to listen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris shove the man across the room, and turn to look at me. He started to approach, and i looked to the boy again. Then i caught the words from his mouth. Run. He let go, knowing i'd heard, and i took off down the corridor, the boy at the heels, flanking me. I wasnt sure what to do. I didnt know this boy. He might hurt me more than Chris does. A guard appeared out of no where, and the boy pulled out a dagger, slicing it through the air with grace, right into the guards chest. I screamed and ducked out the way of the guard as he fell, dead at my feet.

'Come on! Get Up!' the boy complained, pulling me up again. I got up running, to see Chris in front of me, smirking. The boy let go of my hand, and pulled out a strange weapon i'd never seen before. I ran out the way as both boys smashed together with such force, it made me flinch.

'Run! Run Clara!' The boy shouted, making me pay attention. I looked at him, as he stood, both boys stood with daggers in hand.

'Where? Where do i run?' I cried to him.

'We will find you soon enough. Get out of here. Keep away from anyone here! Now go, run!' He ordered, and i got up and ran, my legs pumping down the corridor, as i heard Chris shout out in anger as i escaped. Something was telling me to go back. Help the boy, then stay with Chris. It was my duty afterall. I ignored it and ran, and came to some doors. This was it. I bust through the double doors, and flinched away from the harsh sunlight that blinded me. I ran to the gates, which had been prized open with a metal pole. This must have been how they got in. The metal creaked against the gates, as the gates tried forcing themselves closed, by the electric control room. I saw two guards in there, shouting things to others down a phone, telling them id escaped. But it was too late. I squeezed through the gap, and ran. I was gone. I was free. But for how long exactly? They would come looking, its how long i can keep away, until the boy and his accomplaces can come and find me. Its a race. A race to find me first. And i am terrified to see who wins.