Differential

Differential: Division Four

Differential: Division Four

We were frozen, all waiting for the other to make a move.

"Look we can do this-" Blondie started, his gun still trained on my chest.

"The easy way or the hard way, I know." I put a smirk on my face, trying to sound confident.

These men would not be taking me anywhere.

"Where are you planning to make me go, anyway?"

I needed to keep Harris talking, as I formed a plan in my mind. I just needed to avoid the Hematite. Too much of that and my system would be overwhelmed.

Harris smiled, and I knew then

I was in for a fight.

"Subdivision five, code one of the U.S. territory. Otherwise known as-"

My heart stuttered. I'd heard the rumors but who would have guessed-

"Area fifty-one." I finished.

Blondie glanced at Harris, and in that brief moment, I knew it was my chance.

I raised my hands, sending a blast of energy at the men. It acted like an extremely strong wind, knocking them on their backs.

I wasted no time.

I lunged, jumping over the fallen men, and sprinting for the door. Then backpedaling and running through the kitchen, towards the back door, which lead through my yard and into a large wooded area. About twenty square miles.

Perfect to disappear in.

My ears picked up commotion as my hand landed on the knob, shouts and footsteps headed my way.

I heard a very loud noise, and then I was out the door, sprinting for the tree line. A burst of light came from my hand as I turned, momentarily blinding my enemies.

I ducked into the trees, dodging and weaving, watching as green blurred past me.

My heart pounding, and adrenaline flooding my system, a headache started behind my eyes. I continued running, spurred on by shouts of discovery behind me.

The colors began to blur together as I pushed myself beyond human limits. Beyond an Olympics record setter.

The voices faded behind me as I ran. On and on. The wind wiping my hair and stray branches lashing my face. It was only when I stumbled to the ground than my pace slowed- to a complete stop.

I lay on the ground for a moment, my mind racing too hard to think. But my breath slowing.

I must have gone eleven miles by now. I should be ok to rest a minute. Of course these guys had to have connections to know what I was. Who says they didn't have some way of catching up to me.

It was when the adrenaline started to leave my system that I felt the pain. It started in my lower calf and radiated

up my leg.

I pushed myself up from the ground into a sitting position wincing, as I focused on my left calf.

My gaze wavered. My mind froze. Darkness set in.

I had been shot.

A small round hole sat on my calf, just below my knee. Blood covered my lower leg.

Not good. Not good. Not good.

My mind seemed to slow, incapable of processing what I was seeing. I started gasping for breath, hyperventilating. Just looking at my leg made a sick feeling creep it's way into my stomach.