The Federation Army of Galaxies: Runaway

Chapter Four

Chapter Three:

                I kept walking until I reached a small shack. The place looks so familiar. It was a small hut that could fit about two people. It had a red roof and tan sides. It looked like a small dollhouse. It was the place my mother and I used to play in when I was five. I stepped inside to the old run-down place. It flooded back so many old memories. Good memories. There was a small oven/sink set that was now moldy and yellow. My mother and I used to make fake brownies and cookies. There was also a little high chair with something disfigured in the seat. I picked up the unusual object and observed it. It was the old Hug-Me Hannah doll my mom had gotten me for my birthday.

My mom. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. I remember her long golden hair would brush up against my arms at night when she would read me made-up bedtime stories. I remember how she would take care of me as if the world would end when I got hurt. Tears erupted out of me and I sat down on the ground sobbing over the losses I’ve had in the past.

I squeezed the doll and examined it closer. It had red hair and a blue flowered dress that was sewed onto it. My mother would treat it as if she had another kid. Those were my happy times, the times when I had nothing to worry about. Although, both my parents risked their lives every day while working with the federation. Once my mom died the men in the group never had a girl. That was until I joined. I wanted to get Jaden back for all the horrible events that had happened to my life.

I walked out of the smaller shack and kept walking. I had nowhere to go. If I want back to my home a couple of Jaden’s Dradids would be there. I couldn’t risk that. Alex and Jaden are probably scouting the headquarters. Where else could I go?

I sat down on a curb and rested my fist on my chin. I thought about Galer and all the times we had together. He might have been obnoxious and loud but he was the only thing left that I could call family. Then I remembered the time when Galer mentioned to me about where he hid his key to his house. It was right off 21st street just by the border of Hydren. I could hide there in despair for my entire life. Or, I could fight back and win this on-going battle I’d been having with Jaden for years. He took it a little too personal and if he wants to play dirty then so will I.

I stood up and started walking, determined to reach it to Galer’s house before Jaden or Alex could be one step ahead of me. Once I made it I reached to the bushes on the side of his blue paneled house. I pulled out a card that had a picture of Galer. I looked at his face. It slowly aged in my palms and his smile faded down to a frown. He was dead and there was nothing I could do to change that.

I slid the yellow thin card into the hidden slot that was under the mailbox. I heard a few clicks and a large generator powering up until the front door slid up and revealed a very neatly scaled house. It had yellow walls and hardwood floors throughout. He obviously had money. I walked past the elaborate living room into a small room with a work desk and a lit computer. On the computer were files. My files. I saw my perfectly dimensioned face with my long blonde locks falling over my sea green eyes. The computer mentioned all of my kills, misses, and even the date I quit. I clicked the “X” and scanned through the rest of his files. There were over a thousand people Galer had kept track of and one of them just so happened to be Jaden.

I clicked on the underlined words “Release from Jail”.  There was an article that said:

                Jaden Drydans tried to murder Mr. Galer Simon two months ago and was trialed for jail.

                He was bailed out two months later by a ‘close friend’ whose name was not specified.

Alex. The one who bailed him out. Jaden had tried to kill Galer for a long time, it wasn’t just this time. I closed out of the article and let my head hang below my knees. Tears dripped from my eyes to the steel cold floor.

I stood up as I heard a faint sound coming from the front end of his house. I started walking quietly to the front door and noticed a man in a black suit. Alex. My heart did backflips but my mind told me to run and hide. I started walking to the right of his house and noticed a short desk. It was brown wood and it had a little cranny just small enough for me to fit my body inside. I ducked just in time as my blonde hair replaced my forehead.

Alex’s hard long footsteps hit against the floor as he walked into the room I was hiding in. He knew I was in there. The good thing was he just didn’t know where. I held my breath as he walked closer to my hiding spot. I looked through an open hole in the chest and watched as he opened a chest next to mine. He passed me off and left the room.

It was about thirty more minutes until he left and then I slid back out of the chest. I walked around the area he was scouting. I noticed a small piece of paper that was on top of the chest he examined. I opened it up to see the letters “scent”. I had absolutely no clue what the word scent would have to do with this dream I was now living.

I slipped the paper into my pocket and I kept walking until I reached the door. I stepped out into the night and looked up. I saw a large hand come and smack my forehead. I saw stars and the next thing I knew was I was being knocked out.