Save The Girl

Getting Out

            I awoke in a room of darkness. I wasn't asleep, I was awake, at least that much I was sure of. I shook from the small gust of wind creeping into the room. Wherever I was, I wasn't safe. My heart drummed so loudly that my ears began to scream. The panic rose in me as every second past.

"She's awake!" A voice shakes the room as I try to adjust to the darkness. My head begins to pound as I lower myself to the ground, my fingers trailing the floor. I have to find a wall, or at least the source of that air.

"Who are you and what do you want?" My voice shakes. It was rare that it ever did that.

"We just need a little information about your origination. You give us what we want, we give you your freedom." A short laugh escapes whoever just spoke before he speaks up once more. "We know that you don't work alone. What's your mission?"

"What mission?" I ask, my fingers finally connecting with a cold wall. It felt as if it was made of brick, the air streaming from somewhere on my right.

"Your mission, what is it?"

"I don't know. I can't remember anything right now." I lied. My mission was to take down the Onyx cooperation. The group attacked dozens in New York and kidnapped children, holding them for ransom until our government paid them some ridiculous amount of money. I set a bug within their main computer frame, possibly hours ago and somehow ended up here.

"Miss Lovato, tonight will not end up well for you if you lie." A bright light flashed behind me causing me to jump. My eyes adjusted just for a second before I was tossed back into pitch black. "Your origination wanted you to plant a bug into our system. You've achieved, I'll give you that much. But what did they expect to get from such an act?"

"I...," I rubbed my head as if to display my confusion just before my hand covered a cold area on the wall. I chipped at the space just as my fingers slid within whatever the substance was.

"Miss Lovato!" The voice shook as my arm now slid through the substance. I shoved my way through as my name silenced behind me. I could hear pounding and footsteps near wherever I was. Just as I pushed a bit more, my face slid into the substance as I shoved myself out on the other side. The bright light blinded me as I quickly brushed myself off, finding a space to duck behind. The substance was wet cement, still slightly wet and not done drying. These fucking idiots were going to seal me in a block of cement. I studied the empty warehouse, although it held wooden crates there wasn't much else.

"Shoot to kill!" A voice echoed as the footsteps stopped. I pressed my back against one of the crates before taking a deep breath. I was getting out of here. I had to. I crawled over to another area before peering through the slits. Whoever these people were, they were toting guns, and loads of them. "You have no where to hide!" The same man from earlier cackled as I clawed at the wooden crate. My fingers began to bleed as the splinters pressed into my skin and the wood rubbed away at my flesh. But just before I gave up, a nail popped out of one end. I quickly shoved my hand into the crate, slowly plucking a gun out as best as I could. My arm and hands were now throbbing as I checked for ammo. It was empty, but it had to do.

"If you kill me," I began, "you'll never get any information." I was playing from a bad angle, but I had to find a way out. Just as the footsteps began to circle me, I stood, holding the small pistol between my fingers.

"Demi," the man in the distance slowly pushed past the other guys standing before me. "Look at yourself. You're covered in cement, your hands are bleeding. You have no where else to go."