The Run Away

Chapter 1

I shot up. Breathing hard and sweating. This happens everytime I wake up from this horrid nightmare. It's the only thing That constantly reminds me that what had happened just two days ago actually occurred and I'm not dreaming. I still have no idea what I'm running from or why they're chasing me but they are and the best thing, the only thing I know to do is get as far away as possible. Keep running and figure out what the hell happened to my family!




I lie in an old shitty motel room

with no AC and the only thing not broken is the bed, or should I say cott. I sat up and looked around, nothing had changed from the night before. I could calm my nerves for a second before I'm back to panicking and getting on the road. The flat supposed to be soft carpet scratched my aching and dry feet. I needed a shower. But would that take up valuable time I could spend getting away? This question ruined every second of my day. I didn't want to be on the run all the time but I had to. I let the cold water run as it soothed my aching muscles and cooled the large burn that consumed my thigh. A powerful sting interrupted my moment of peace. I jumped out of the shower and looked at my thigh which is now a blood red color unlike the pink it was before my shower. It throbbed and burned. Why have I not felt this pain till now!? I rummaged through the first aid kit only to find a small package of burn cream. I tore it open and lightly applied it to my wound. The pain overwhelmed me, I fell to the floor. My trembling fingers wouldn't touch the wrinkled and throbbing burn but I ignored the excruciating pain and rubbed the white thin cream onto my wound and once again the burning increased but finally the pain started to fade. The longer I sat and let the cream settle the less it would burn. The sound of the running water and the exhausting pain caused my eyes to close. The water was so peaceful. I imagined being at the falls with my family. Mother grabbing my sisters waist as she leaned over the railing to see more. My father laughing and taking pictures of every silly face I would make. It was a beautiful happy memory. "Hello? Is someone in there?" The knocking on the door made my eyes fly open. The bathroom was filled with steam, I could Barely see. I stood up and wrapped myself in the first towel I could find. I opened the door slowly and found a short, very innocent Looking maid standing in front of me. "The door was unlocked so I walked in.. I'm sorry for disturbing you.." Her head was low and she didn't make eye contact with me the whole time we spoke. "I- it's fine I'll be out i- in a minute.." I stuttered. As the Maid left I ran to my bed and threw on the same clothes I had arrived in. I've had no time nor have I had any clothes to change into. I grabbed my backpack, containing an apple, whatever was already in there from the night i escaped and some poor man's wallet I had taken the night beforeAs I cautiously walked out of my room and into the parking lot I saw 5 men crowded around a car staring at me. They could just be fascinated at the fact that a young girl like me is alone in a neighborhood like this but I doubted it. I looked to the car next to me, it was unlocked. I opened the door and pulled an army knife from the backpack I cut the wires and hotwired the car. As I put the gear into reverse i looked into the rearview mirror and saw one of the 5 men walking toward me at a quick pace, in panic I quickly slammed my foot on the brake almost hitting the man in the process. He yelled to the others and ran toward me. Shifting the gear to drive I booked it out of that parking lot and drove as fast as I could down the road. Three or four miles out I slowed down realizing no cars were behind me. I took a deep breath and focused on the long road ahead of me, I had finally felt safe for once. 5 hours later and still in the middle of nowhere I decided I would pull over. All I could think about was the backpack and the key. What was it? I pulled out the contents of the bag which consisted of a laptop, and an envelope. i opened the manila envelope revealing a flashdrive, a disposable cell phone, 20,000$ in cash and a plane ticket to London, England. I pulled out the laptop and opened the video on the flash drive labeled, LIZZY. I hit play and my father was on the screen. He sat in a room I remember vaguely, for I'd only been in it once; it was my fathers laboratory. He looked scared and he was sweating as if he'd just got over the flu. He took a deep breath and spoke hoarse.

"My dearest Elizabeth,

If you are watching this then that means my plan has worked and you have safely escaped from my..

He paused.

"Other self". If you haven't already figured out I am not normal. If you remember I had been working on an experiment with uncle Ross for many years in private. Well that experiment was to mutate humans, to transform us into faster, stronger, better; more evolved versions of ourselves. Finally after 7 years Ross and I had found the perfect equation and we tested it on rats. The experiment was a success. Out of pure excitement I decided I wanted to try it on myself... This was probably the worst possible thing I could've ever done, the chemical was not compatible with the human body; I was dying. But to cure me Ross fused my blood with a mixture he had been working on for quite sometime. It saved me and I evolved, but I over evolved I would turn into a "monster", grow in size and speed; but I had also no control over what I felt. My hunger and adrenaline would take over and I'd destroy anything in sight, this is what you experienced. I'm sorry for all of the confusion but you must run. They are coming, The Pendulums. They haven't liked Ross and I's experiments and they intend on killing everyone involved. I can't tell you much more but I love you and you must find Ross. He will tell you what you need to know. Take the next flight to London and use the key to Hotel Declâre: room 12. The money and phone are self explanatory. Once you find Ross he will bring you to hiding. I love you so much and I'm sorry... I couldn't have been a better father.." My father choked on his words as tears filled his eyes. He looked away from the screen and fought the urge to cry. This only made it harder to hate him for what he had done. He put my family in danger and he knew it! But he was my father and I couldn't hate him, I just couldn't. The video stopped and I sat in silence. I thought of what to do next but I couldn't bring myself to move. All I could do was sit and stare at the road ahead of me. I felt tears stream down my cheeks as I thought of the gunshot that is heard that night, realizing that that had actually been my father that was shot. The sadness hit me like shot to the stomach, my whole family is dead and there's nothing left but me and the road. I was completely alone. Suddenly that sadness turned into anger and a hunger for revenge. Every bone, every muscle in my body wanted to rip apart the group of bastards that killed my family! The only way to please that vengeful hunger began with that plane ticket in my hand..