Flickering Lights 1-2 #Wattys2014

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I wiped my tears. I wan't going to do this any more. I wasn't going to cry. I was going to survive. What ever it took. I turned round and looked at the room we were in. We were in a womans bath room. Four cubicles lined up against the wall. It smelled worse than all of the other rooms put together. It was awful.

But it also seemed brighter than the other rooms. Even though there were the same amount of dimly lit lights. I started looking for the source of the light. It didn't take long. Right at the end of the cubicles and the sinks was a window. A small square window. Covered up by glass and barbed wire. A small glimpse of hope flickered inside me. "Hey!!" I shouted "Coom ere!!" Obviously what I meant to say was 'Hey. Come here' but the drug hadn't entirely worn off yet. But it didn't matter because they all came running up. It might of been the drug but I was sure I had seen them smile when they seen the window.

"We can escape!" Vanessa said. Tears of joy came pouring out of her wide eyes. The others reactions were similiar. And mine.

Josh was the first to act. He pulled out a pair of scissors he had in his pocket and started to cut away at the barbed wire. It was thick and didn't cut straight away but after a few minutes, it came off and was pulled off the wall revealing a small grimy window.

Then it was Mathew. Suddenly he pulled out his gun and took three blasts at the window. It cracked but didn't shatter. He tried to pull a fourth but it didn't come. He had no bullets. With out thinking I pulled out my own and took a shot. It was a perfect hit. It landed right in the middle of the crack where Mathew's bullet had splintered the glass and the whole window came shattering down.

We were speechless. All of us. Vanessa dropped to the floor in happiness and let out tears of joy. Josh started crying. Mathew stood still looking at the window in shock. Me? I was already climbing on the sink and pulling myself up to the window.

I looked down at the others. I couldn't blame them for being like that. I mean, we had been kidnapped along with seven other people. Four people had died. And now, we could just leave. It was weird.

But I didn't have time to think like that. I was going to survive. And If I was going to do that I had to escape and quickly. He- She- Who ever it was could be watching and kill us just as easily as everybody else had been killed.

I jumped off the sink and grabbed hold of the window ledge that was unfortunatly very high. I put my foot in a gap on the wall and clambered up. I was nearly there when my foot slipped and I came crashing to the ground. I let out a tremendous cry of pain as I looked at my foot. It was all twisted and was covered in blood.

Josh and Mathew rushed over to me. Vanessa however didn't. She ran away in fact in one of the cubicles. She soon came out with a bunch of toilet rolls and rushed over to me pushing Josh and Mathew out of the way as he did. She knelt down. She unwrapped a long piece of toilet roll and gave it to Mathew. "Tie this around her eyes. It's better if she doesn't look."

Mathew looked at me uncertian as if to ask permission. I nodded my head. He jumped behind me and tied it around my eyes. I felt uncertian. I didn't know what she was going to do. All I felt was water being rubbed into my damaged foot. It stung and I let out little yelps.

After a couple more minutes she said "You can take it off now" I did. And I was impressed. There was no more blood. It was all clean. Apart from the wound that is.

Next, she pulled out a blue glass vile from her back pocket.

"You-?" I was cut off by her.

"I found it yeah. I was saving it for last resort. But since were escaping anyway . . ." She smiled and so did I. She poured it on my ankle. It was within seconds that my foot went numb and the pain went away. She then grabbed my foot and started wrapping the toilet tissue around it. Eventually covering up the whole of my foot. "How do you know all of this?" asked curiously.

"My mother is a nurse. She teaches me first aid because I go into the mountians alot. Now you mght not be able to move your foot for a bit but that should only last for about fifteen minutes because I didn't pour all of it on. Right? Shall we get going then?"

"Definitely. Mathew will you help me up?"

"Sure. Vanessa you go first. Me and Josh need to help Julie up since her foot isnt working."

Vanessa nodded. She used my technique of climbing up onto the sink and taking a leap of faith onto the window. She pulled herself up surprisingly easy showing off her strength. She done it alot more succesful than I did too. She clambered up. Her legs dangling off the side.

Suddenly she stopped moving. Her legs just flopped there. And I couldn't see her arms or head moving either. Something was wrong. "Vanessa? You 'ok?"

Silence. My heart throbbed loudly against my chest. "Vanessa! Whats wrong?" Suddenly her body fell to the floor. Her eyes looking at me. Her lips turned blue. She was holdiing her hands over a bloody chest. She had been shot. And the weirde thng was, she hadn't even made a sound. My knees collapsed on me and I fell to the stone hard floor. I opened my mouth to speak but my tongue wouldn't allow it. Instead I did what I said I wouldn't. I cried. Ofcourse I had cried about all the other deaths but Vanessa was the first person  I had felt I had a friend in, In all of this But now, she was dead.

I felt like every last bit of hope was sucked out of me. There was no escaping this. I was going to die. I was certian of it. I didn't know how I could carry on. Suddenly that familiar old fashioned microphone lowered from the cieling and spoke in that same familiar voice.

"Hahaha you really think you can escape this?! Well think again children!! If you hadn't of tried to escape she might have lived longer! But now . . . Tut Tut Tut. Remember to play fairly and . . . have fun!!" The microphone laughed as it raised back up into the cieling.

I stood up. I couldn't bear to look at her any more. She was my friend. But now shes dead thanks to this sick perturbed game. To be honest I had had enough of it. I took one last look at her and walked out of the door that had opened at the other end.