SAIL

•chapter 2•

I sit, waiting for Miss T. She's supposed to come back with a blanket for me, but when she comes, she'll get a surprise. A big spoonful of love with a stab in the back. I know that she likes me more than a patient, so I'm gonna play with her.

The same beep that I've heard many times sounds her presence. She walks in with a clean, warm blanket. "Here you go, love. Straight from the dryers just how you like it," she unfolds it and lays it on top of me. Just as she turns to leave, I stop her. "Wait!" She looks down at me. "Can you stay with me? Just for tonight? I've been getting a little lonely in here lately." She takes a few moments to think. "I guess I can," she sits next to me. I lean on her, resting my head on her shoulder. She tenses up a for a second, but soon relaxes.

"You know, Miss T, you look very beautiful today." She blushes, "Thank you, love." "Every time you leave my room, I get scared." "How come?" "Because I get afraid that you'd never come back, and I'll be all alone. You're the only one who ever visits me." "Well... that's because I love you, love." I sit up, "Love me? No one could ever love someone like me." "Yes they could. They just need to get to know you better, that's all. But all they do is judge a book by it's cover." "Then if you really do love me, can you prove it?" "I don't think I should," she looks down and blushes more. "Oh. That's okay because I don't love you either." Saying that makes her frown.

We sit in silence for a few more minutes. "But I do love you," she breaks it. I look at her, "No you don't. Stop lying to me, fucking hypocrite." She then grabs my shoulder and pulls me towards her, smashing her lips on mine. Great, she took the bait. I smirk and kiss back. Miss T pulls away, her face red with blush. "Kiss me again. I dare ya," I lick my top teeth. "Are you... Are you sure?" "Does it look like I'm kidding?" To be honest, I kinda liked it. She has nice, soft lips and her breath smells like mint, not like ass like the other whores I've flinged with behind the tree in the courtyard.

She kisses me again, placing a hand on my thigh. So far, the alarms haven't gone off. The guys in the camera room are probably asleep or waiting to see how far this goes. I hope it's the last one because I love to give people a good show.

It's starting to get pretty heated between us. Her hand on my thigh slides to my crotch and she starts to rub it. "No fair," I whine. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she undoes my jacket, the only thing keeping me back. I keep it on, just in case I need it later; all I need is my hands and arms free. I push her sideways and onto her back, climbing on top. We keep kissing. "Touch me, daddy," she tries to sound cute. Yeah, she's just like the others, except minty smelling. I squeeze her breasts with both off my hands. Shit. I knew it was mostly padding.

I keep kissing her, bringing my hands up to her neck. My fingers wrap around it and my thumbs push into her windpipe. She starts gasping for air, her hands pushing on my chest, trying to push me off. Once I catch my prey, I never let go. She tries harder, drool starting to run down her cheek from her mouth. The alarm then sounds. This means I have approximately three minutes. Standing, I stomp on her chest a few times until she stops moving and there's only gurgling sounds.

I laugh and take her name tag, the key that will get me out of here. I go over to the door, swipe the tag over the pad, and leave the room. So long Miss T.

As I round the corner, two security guards stop in their tracks and raise their guns. I just keep walking. Their bullets can't harm me, especially when I have my powers back. They shoot at me. The bullets ricochet off the air before me, like there's a clear wall between us. The men shoot more rounds, only ending up with bullets going through them instead of me.

Seeing the blood splatter across the white hall is getting me excited. I'm finally going to be able to be free. I go over and pick up the guns and keys they dropped, continuing on with my plan.

When I get to the end of the hall, there's a whole row of guards pointing their weapons at me. A big grin spreads across my face. "Let's dance." I run towards them as they shoot. Bullets flying everywhere like seagulls fighting for a piece of bread. Stupid seagulls. I hate them as much as I hate this place. Dodging and shooting, I make my way through the wall of men. Too easy.

I pass by that girl's room. She's still up in the window, watching me as I pass. I feel sympathy for her, but I know I can't help her. If I stayed behind to free her, I'd run out of time before the others get there with the right weapons.

I keep going, not looking back. I see the entrance. I'm almost there. I'm finally gonna make it. I'm finally gonna be free.

I jump my way through the glass door, not having enough patience for them to open. I get cut a little, but that's not gonna stop me. I keep going, running into the forest, leaving my former home behind. The night air smells fresh and clean; it's cold and picks at the hairs on the back on my neck. I'm finally free. The sounds of sirens fades away every step I take.

Once I get to a safe distance, I strip off everything and keep one gun. The shirt, shorts, undergarments, and jacket, which I guess I didn't really need; it didn't hurt to bring it for just in case. I then make my way to town.

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I approach a house just outside the forest. It seems like no one is home, so I make sure no one was watching or driving by before I sneaked onto the front porch. I know someone would definitely call the cops if they saw someone naked on their neighbor's front step. I search under the welcome mat, on top of the door frame, and also under the nome. I didn't find the key yet. "Check the grill," the voice says. I look over at the grill that's across the driveway. I race over to the grill and open it up. Sitting on the rack was the key. I take it, but the sound of tires gets louder. I sit next to the grill, the side away from the road, and hide. My ass cheeks get chilled on the cold black top. Once it passes, I get back up and rush to the door. The key slides into the lock and click, I'm in.

I make my way through the house in the dark, trying to find anything that I could make use of. I accidentally run into a side a table. The lamp on top falls off, but I catch it just in time and place it back to where it came from. I go into what seems like a living room and- Whoa, that's a big dog. I quietly back out, but I just have to step on a squeaky floor board. The dog perks up and spots me instantly. It barks and lunges at me. I run upstairs and go into the first room, shutting the door behind me. The dog continues to bark and scratches at the door. Shit, that was close.

I turn on the light to the room and look at my surroundings. It looks like a teen guy's room. This should work. I go over to the closet and pull out jeans, a Falling Right Side Up shirt, a ripped, black and grey stripped hoodie, and old sneakers. I don't think the guy would miss any of this, well except for the shirt. I go back over and turn off the light, just in case, and get dressed.

Just as I got everything on and tucked the gun into my pants, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Damn it! I didn't hear them come in over the dog! "What's wrong, Sandy?" a voice comes from the other side of the door. The voice in my head yells, "Run!" Putting the hood over my head, I open the window and climb onto the roof. I jump off just in time as the guy looks out his window. I stay up against the wall so the guy can't see me. After he scolds the dog and shuts the window, I make a mad dash for the streets. "Damn, that was close, kid," Robbie says. "I know," I continue walking.