7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

Sink

Hurling my arm over my head, I could feel tingles race down towards my fingertips. A soft grunt heaved from my chest, as the smooth case of my phone was now released from my grasp. Watching in awe, I observed as it sliced through the atmosphere, before finally landing in the water below.

Rushing cars honked at me as they passed. I hugged my body against the railing of the bridge, leaning over just enough to watch the water enclose the small device. It looked so surreal, almost peaceful, as the pale moonlight sparkled against the surface of the stream. Light particles danced along the cascading tides.

~~Fun Fact~~
Phones do not react well with water.
In fact, it makes phone quite useless. Unable to perform their job. One simple drop of water in the phone's battery would pronounce it futile. Just imagine emerging a pitiful device like that in a river.
It's almost funny how pitiable those devices are.

My hands shook, I could feel the pulse of my heart from the bottom of my stomach. Fifteen minutes ago, I received a call from Walloon. They told me Oliver escaped, and I am not going to put myself through that again.

Jordan will be fine, he can get himself another lawyer. Ethan isn't going to care I'm gone, he can get a different partner. The rest of my family is already six feet under ground, and I have no other friends. No one will miss me.

I can move to the colonies, change my name, and join a lawyer firm there. A complete restart.

I'll be safe there, Oliver can't hurt me.

~~A Not So Fun Fact~~
It isn't as easy to restart as one might think.

I timidly walked into a nearby nightclub, hoping to get directions to the nearest airport. The first plane I can get on, the better.

Loud conversations rung in my eardrums, pounding against my skull. Pushing past sweaty bodies, I managed to make my way towards the bar, despite the drunken idiots who had blocked my path.

"What can I get'cha?"

"Oh, I'm not here for a drink, I was wondering where the nearest-"

"Everybody shut up!" A man barked, pointing at a television suspended above his head.

The tavern obeyed the man's orders, hushing their conversations to a low murmur. Everybody faced their attention towards the screen, watching the "Breaking News" message flash across the screen.

~~The News Message~~
"Thanks Chip, as you just heard, two men have just escaped the Walloon Parliament in Belgium. These men are both in their twenties, armed and very dangerous. They both have a history of violence and abuse, so if you hear or see anything, notify police immediately."
"Thank you, Rachel. One of the men, Oliver Thompson, is about six feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes. It is unknown what he was wearing when he escaped the prison. Thompson's accomplice, James Hayes, is also currently on the loose, after escaping from Walloon Parliament. Hayes is about six feet tall, light brown hair, and blue eyes."

My pulse increased, if that was even possible. The room around me began to spin, hundreds of voices began to panic.

"Bloody hell," the man who had silenced the whole bar held a hand over his mouth. "James Hayes is that one fucker who's been all over the news lately."

"How'd he escape?" the man behind the bar asked, turning up the television.

Hot tears poked at the corners of my eyes.

"I don't know, but he's gonna hurt somebody."

"He's gonna hurt Jordan," I whispered to myself. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I changed my plans.

Reaching for my phone, I-

I threw my phone over a bridge... So Oliver couldn't track me.

Great.

~~Just A Tip~~
It wasn't great.
That was sarcasm.

"Hey!" I blurted out, catching the bartender's attention. "Get me a taxi."

"I'm trying to watch this, lady, could ya-"

"Now, damn it!"