The excape plot

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This time I woke in another white room. I couldn't find any security cameras so I sat down to make an excape plan. After an hour or two (I'm not quite sure there are no clocks or indication of time in here) I came up with the best plan I've got: as soon as someone walks in the room shoot them with a spike shooter that is in my wrist (like Spider-Man's web slinger but inside my wrist and shoots spikes instead of web) then drag them into the room, and make a run for it. A while later I heard the sounds of locks clicking and metal scraping against metal then the door opened. I jumped into action and shot the man in the forehead "yess" I hissed "direct hit, note to self:best shooting spot  forehead" I quickly ran over and dragged the unfortunate man into the room and ate the food he was bringing me, which was stale bread, and this slop that looked like baked beenz and Coke mixed in a blender. As soon as he was in my room I bent down to my chest and with my teeth, ripped a hole in both of the sleeves that contained my arms, then I used all my strength (which was a lot considering I used to lift 800kg back at my home planet) and ripped right through the asylum clothes (which were pretty tough) and noticed that under neath them were my muddy, bloody, ripped shirt. I smiled that they were considerate enough to at least keep my clothes on for me.

First thing I did was poke my head out of the door to make sure that the coast was clear, then I bolted down the long, white, identical hallways flinching at every noise I heard 'till I spotted a sign that said emergency exit. Just as I was about to reach the door a hand clamped around my mouth and one around my waist. I was about to struggle 'till I realised that the hand wasn't flesh, no, instead it was metal, and not just human metal but xarthianium metal (Planet X is short for xarthianium) and there was only one person alive with xarthianium metal and that was Jake.
"Jake!!" I gasped "what on earth are you doing here?!" I gawked at my white haired, green eyed smug as ever best friend
"Oh I've just come to lock you back up in the asylum" he replied with sarcasm dripping from his words
I frowned
"Oh c'mon lighten up Elle! I've come to bust you out of this shithole"
"Ohhh yay!" I exclaimed a bit to loudly
"Shhhh!" Jake hushed me "they'll hear us"
"Sorry" I whispered. Jake was my best friend back on xarthianium but the planet was dying so we had to fly to earth, the only other habitable planet in the Milky Way.

On our way to the 'proper exit' (according to Jake) we only saw one man who I shot as soon as I saw him "yess!" I hissed "another direct hit!"
"Direct hit?" Asked Jake "another?"
"Oh yeah I'll tell you when we get outside of this place" I replied then kept walking
"No" Jake begged "tell me now. Please, please, pleeaase"
"Fine" I huffed then started to explain
"Wai, wai, wait so your telling me that you shot a guy smack bang in the middle of his forehead without even lining up that shooting thingy!?!!"
"Yep" I replied popping the 'p'
"Oh left here and just through that door" he said matter-of-factly
"But there's no exit sign? And how did you not even get lost as you were walking through the corridors to try and fond me? Aaaand why are there locks on the outside of the door??"
"Long story, but come on let's get out of here, this place is starting to creep me out with all the whiteness" he shuddered
So I walked into the room and it looked exactly like the other white rooms I had been in. I heard a loud BANG! And turned around only to find out that the door was shut. I pushed on it but it still didn't budge. It was locked.
"JAKE!!!" I yelled "OPEN UP THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" But no one came eventually I gave up, it felt like hours that I was yelling at him to open the door for me and shout 'surprise!now let's get to the real exit and get out of here' but it never happened. I sat there on the cold, hard floor of the asylum silently sobbing into my hands and whispered "Jake" it was him, he betrayed, me all the years I'd known him and he goes and stabs me in the back (not literally) how could someone do that?

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