Mirrors (2P!Axis x Reader x 2P!FACE)

Conflict 17: Escape

The twigs and leaves crunched beneath your bare feet, which were already starting to hurt. You couldn't see the way, the thick leaves of pine and birch made sure to obscure what little light the crescent moon and stars provided.

   From the distance, you could already hear the sounds of over fifty heavy footsteps trudging through the woods.

8 HOURS EARLIER

"Where is it?" You ripped the drawer out its place in the desk, reaching inside the space, feeling for any trace of stray paper.

   "Dammit" You cursed, pulling your hair to the back of your head. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit.'

   You didn't know how you knew, but that paper, that chapter was important. Vital. It held something that was most likely the key to unlocking the secret of your amnesia and maybe even to retrieving your lost memories. To filling the large gap in your soul that was beginning to itch. You needed that chapter back.

   But first, the theory on how you "lost" it.

   You recalled how Jason once said he and James are "really good at getting what they want." Back then, you believed it was sex, seeing as how they were both attractive, and Jason seemed to be the type who would have girls flocking over him if not for the fact that he was almost always stuck here with you. In retrospect, you realized that they were talking about stealing.

   You cursed again and tried to calm yourself and think.

   If Jason took it then he has either destroyed it or is currently analyzing it with the others. For all the quirks that caused dysfunction in the family, they were still a family. And they were still keeping you prisoners.

   Your gut wrenched inside you and you suddenly wanted to hit yourself for forgetting that.

   However, in the process, you remembered that thing.

Midnight. The only source of light was coming from the fireplace. Perfect.

   You crept out of the bedroom, a mining flashlight (it was James') strapped to your head. You held the heavy the device to your chest as you surveyed the hallway. Once you made sure that no one was there, you bounced into a sprint, not bothering to pace yourself. Three minutes was enough, but just barely.

   You curved and turned, arm tightening on your only chance of escape.

   Five...

   You rounded a corner, and sped into the field with the glass ceiling.

   Three...

   You pulled out the EMP, discarding the bag on the too-green grass, never slowing down as the light shone over the metal door.

   One.

   You managed to jump out just in time, a loud BEEP followed you just by a split of a second before the heavy door lit up and began to move.

   You watched it pull itself close, but reminded yourself that you have little time left and forced your legs to stand up.

   From what you've learned in the past few days living with the four, the building isn't their base because Jason talked in his sleep and you discovered that the infrastructure's main purpose was to keep you and you alone, inside. It was enough of a motivation to gather up all the courage you had and say your silent "Sayonara!".

   "Please work, please work, please work" You began praying to God, the gods, and whatever mighty force out there who was willing to listen as you held up the EMP and aimed it at the fence. Barbed wires, reinforced with enough electricity to send even the giant James into the land of the dead, and even if you had a few second left, the fence had a backup generator.