The Escapist

Chapter 7

                   I went to the fields after lights out. I saw Isaac there by a helicopter. He smiles when he sees me. I keep to myself and get on the helicopter. I see an Official on board, and I realize it's the one that gave me the slip of paper. I must have mistaken the Official to staff. 

                   "Our task for tonight is to invade an enemy city. Take out the adults and save the children. Don't leave any adult alive," he says as he hands us a few guns. We nod as we take the guns. I got some new clothes only for missions. It's about 45 minutes until we finally get there. During the flight Isaac and the Official talked about a battle strategy. I'm not going to follow it. As soon as we land I pretend to go with their plan and follow Isaac. Then when the Official leaves I dump all my guns and take my knife out. Isaac looks at me like I'm crazy.

                    "Why are you getting rid of your guns?" he asks.

                     "I don't need them," I say. Then, I quickly move inside of a building not following the plan. I know Isaac followed me to try and stop me but he couldn't in time, and left to follow his plan. Everyone was asleep and I woke them up. There was always a secret reason I kept my emotions away. It was because if anyone attacked me I would kill them and I would enjoy it. I was saving them from me. I wasn't just saving myself. I try my best to follow the rules but I feel it killing me inside. I wake up a mother. I pin her down and feel myself smile as she begged. Then I stabbed her. Only two times was enough. Then I went to the father. As he begged I enjoyed it more. It took longer to kill him than it did for the mother. I always knew I had a dark side. Everyone made up rumors that I could kill and not shed a tear. Only they didn't know it was true. I took the children and then went to the other houses just to do the same thing just to hear them beg and cry the same words as the last. Once there was no one else left I met up with Isaac. I could tell he hates killing people. I saw it in his eyes, the sadness. He saw me all bloody, but not with a smile. Not with a frown. I was blank. 

                        "You killed them with no emotion?" he asks.

                        "No, I had emotion," I tell him the truth.

                        "Why did you use a knife?" he asks.

                         "It makes quite a mess. I like it when it's messy," I say.

                          "You killed the girl in the storage room. Didn't you," he says as more of a statement than a question.

                          "I did," I say with a smile. "Though she attacked me first. You loved me because you thought I was sane, but you can't love a serial killer," I say.

                         "What if I do love a serial killer?" he asks.

                          "Then run."

                          "I won't run, and you know that," he then closes the gap in between us, and kisses me. My emotions buzz up as I kiss him back, and I feel him smile. When he breaks he says, "So, it's official."

                            "Shut up," I say.

                            "You know aren't a serial killer. You're just different. Plus you were just following orders," he says. Then he takes the kids from me and puts them with the rest until some vans come to pick them up. We're taking the helicopter back. I got my guns back from where I placed them and hid my knife. I told the Official I wasn't neat about it and that's why I'm all bloody. We handed back the guns and sat in silence until we got back. During the ride back I felt Isaac's hand go around mind and I blush. I have no idea what is going on in my head. 

                             When we go back I take a quick shower to get rid of the blood. I also clean my knife. I'm guessing a few others had tasks because there were some other people in here getting ready to sleep. I was just about to leave and head to bed when I see black and feel something hard hit my head. Then the next thing I know it's morning and I'm on the floor. Why am I just randomly passing out? I think to myself.

                     I then head to breakfast after I get ready for the day. I'm afraid for my health so I stick to my schedule of actually eating. I still don't let Mary beat me on the fields, and I stick to my schedule for a few weeks and it seems to be getting better. Until one day on the field I was right about to catch up to Mary and I just see black, and feel something hit my head. I realize this time that I'm not asleep but I can't feel or move my limbs. I try to scream for help but nothing comes out. 

                                 Then, light. All I see is white and it burns my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted I see I'm strapped to a chair in Lab 108. I look around and see needles and medical tools on a table beside me. What is happening? I ask myself.

~Author's Note~

                                   Thanks for reading another chapter of my silly story. I'm not sorry for adding a romance part...again. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!