FREAK

Amber

     I swung around in a way that pulled the kid behind me and allowed me to use my gun at the same time. He stood still after letting out a small yelp in fear. Meanwhile I shot at the porcelain doll.
     Her empty brown eyes stared at me behind black bangs. She looked like she hadn't even been over seven years old. The bullets just clanked against her white skin. "My skin is stronger then the steal in those bullets," she said duly.
     The sound of her joints moving as she grabbed the wires suspending her to nothing, sounded like two clay pots being rubbed together. She lifted her arm and tugged at it. The wire came loose instantly and revealed a glint. They were made of thin but strong metal. She held the wire between the both of her hands and charged at me.
     She managed to bind my feet with it. In response, I was sent crashing to the ground. The strands cut into me as I realized her tactic. These wires are like bendable knives. Jesus, they're sharp.
      My thoughts were interrupted by Noah attempting to untie it without getting cut in the process. His frantic movements did him little good. He got cut a few times but it wasn't bad enough to be hospital worthy.
     "Thanks, bud," I struggled to my feet as he smiled and ran back behind me.
     I turned back to the doll who now had frustration mixed into her emotionless eyes. "Stop resisting, fate is inevitable," she said, taking another strand.
     This time, she went straight for my neck. I ducked and pulled the kid down with me. Her moves were slow enough to be predictable.
     I took out the syringe of- you guessed it- almost antidote. She froze and took a good look at it. Fear joined anger in her brown eyes but she attempted not to show any of it.
     My eyes darted around her for an area that was weak enough to get the chemical into her. I rested on the joints. They worked like a doll's would. If I could get to one of them without getting caught, we'd be bolting down the hall in no time.
     After a few more of her attacks, I noticed that the doll was strictly after me. I guess because she didn't sense the boy as much of a threat as he was cowering behind me and all. I handed him the syringe, "don't hurt yourself kid."
     He stared up at me in confusion before I pointed at one of the doll's joints. He nodded and headed into the room we had been in before. The doll was still attacking me, so he got away scot free.
     I then began to back up slowly and the doll followed in attempts to throw attacks. We passed the room eventually and Noah exited silently. He shot some of the almost antidote into the joints of the doll from behind.
     She turned around and hissed before falling to the ground, "you let them hurt me!"
     Dakota sat on the floor and played with her dolls. She looked up at me, "hi, Miss. Where were you?"
     "On a mission. I was saving people," I smiled.
     "Saving? Does that mean they were going to get hurt?" She asked.
     "They almost did. But I saved them from the people that were going to hurt them."
     "The people that were going to hurt them? Does that mean their coming for me, Miss? Please don't let them hurt me."
     I kneeled beside her worried figure and hugged it, "nobody is going to hurt you, Dakota. It's okay."
     I took off with Noah in hand.
     This wasn't going to happen again