No Way to Live -Mavin fanfic-

Chapter 17

I had to repeatedly ask myself what I was doing, to which I replied I was waiting. I just sat in the box and waited for light to shine in and I would be able to see Michael's face again. But with every gun shot I heard being fired it felt like a bit of my hope was being lost. I held on to my gun but I didn't dare try to re-load it. Everything I was doing was dead silent except for my heavy breathing and my pounding heart.

I had finally gained my senses again, which made everything more terrifying. I gulped and slowly peaked my head out of the side of the box and tried to look down the way we came, but couldn't make out anything. I heard more gunshots. I knew every single shot could be  the end of another person's life, and one of those person's lives could be Michael's. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore so I climbed out of the box. Deep down I knew I was right for once, and that Michael was wrong for leaving me. Why didn't he understand how much I needed to be with him?

I was going to walk out the door and be done with the room, but something caught my attension. It was a room full of boxes of all different sizes, each one closed and taped up. The only one that wasn't was a medium size box to my right which had a cardboard flap open.

I slowly walked towards it, not sure if I was going to open it or not. When I was right in front of it, I looked down and saw a bunch of shiny material. There was a piece of paper in it, which I instinctively picked up and read, dispite the noise of the backround. It looked like an instruction manuel labeled "Subject scanner pulg in". Below it was a picture of a heep of wires that matched the item in the box. It didn't look exactly like the brain scanning material I had imagined, but it still looked like something off of Futurama.

I still wasn't completely sure it was the one, but I picked it up and started moving.

I went past the door just as two gunshots were being fired. Then it went quiet for a couple seconds. That quietness turned in to a couple minutes as I just stood there, waiting. There weren't any more gunshots. Why weren't there any more gunshots? I looked around and noticed what a strange building it was, since it looked so much more different on the outside. I ran down the hallway and peaked in to every room with an open door, not running in to anybody. My finger was so close to the trigger of my gun that if I had a hiccup it would have shot my toe off.

As I looked down another hallway I saw a man run by on the opposite side. "This way!" He yelled as a couple other followed. They were in such a hurry they didn't notice me staring at them. I ran towards the way they went and silently followed, looking behind me every once in a while.

My heart jumped in to life when I heard the outline of Michael's faint voice. He was... alive. I got closer to be noise and stood behind a wall as I listened to what he was saying.

"Did anyone come here with you?" A strong male voice asked.

"No!" Michael yelped. It was a horrible screech, and I could tell he was in pain. For whatever reason, I didn't know.

"Where is the chip?"

"Why the fuck did he come here anyway?" A new voice asked.

I suddenly heard people coming from the direction I had come. Thinking quickly, I hid behind a large metal shelf mostly containing paltry dishes and test tubes. I didn't think about it at the time, but it probably meant some kind of drug lab was going on in that building. As the men walked through the door they started speaking through their heavy breathing.

"It's not in the car. We looked in every nook and cranny and didn't find anything, it was all just clothes and food."

I set down the box and grabbed the creeper necklace around me as he said it, now glad Michael had told me to keep it with me at all times. I had originally wanted to put it in the car, but it was almost like he had predicted something like this might happen. Like he wanted to get caught. Maybe this was all some big video game to him, and any second I could swoop in and kill everyone and save him.