Inception

Chapter 7

The energy was drained from my entire body, feeling empty, nearly dead. I just wanted an escape, being locked up and nearly killed my warning. I just wished the warnings would stop coming and kill me already. Based on that, you can conclude that I was in a dark place right now. A very dark place.

The elevator took to a halt on the ground floor, the glass doors opening to the vast sunlight. I couldn’t hold myself up, my legs so weak, my torso bending in every single direction. Elian lifts my body, his hands placed on the soft of my back and behind my knees, soft and gentle. He plants a kiss on my forehead and presses forward.

My eyes are shielded beneath my hair, like a disguise. I felt so cold and shriveled, like an old woman who had too many wrinkles on her face.  We took a left to an abandoned hallway, drawing no attention to ourselves as we passed. It was as if we were invisible, nobody was suspicious or didn’t bother to look. We got closer to the door, the freedom inching its way to my grasp. But as we were just a pull away, doors slam behind us and alarms ring in my ears.

Elian turns to look over his shoulder to find the same guys in suits. Were they with the government? I had no idea that they were or whether they were even from here. I just wanted nothing to do with him. They came charging toward us, reaching into the waistbands of their dress pants to pull out hand guns. But why would the government risk their public image? These guys weren’t with the government, they couldn’t’ve been.

“Stop where you are!” one of the men shouts, holding the gun out, his finger waiting on the trigger. Elian ignores their demands and keeps running, pushing the door open, and running. Just running with everything he has. That’s when I heard it; the gunshot.

Elian roars in pain, holding his arm. I fall to the ground with a shriek and turn to see him, holding his arm, the blood coating his hand a dark red. The tears well in my eyes, causing everything to shake. The men start coming for me and Elian shouts at me to run. I shake my head no, I couldn’t just leave him like that. Drop him like he meant nothing in Hell. I just couldn’t.

“Kyra go!” he shouts at me again, gritting his teeth, his face wet with blood and tears. I struggle to my feet, taking one last look at him before turning. I didn’t run though, I couldn’t. One of the men drops his gun, landing just a few feet away from me. I run to it and grasp it in my hand, the weapon feeling foreign in my grasp.

“I said go! What are you doing?” Elian pleads, lying on the ground, struggling to get to his feet. One man, with ice blond hair aims the gun at Elian’s back, his finger pressuring the trigger. I bite hard on my lip, so hard that it starts to bleed. I can’t let him die, I just can’t. Elian was going to get killed. And I was going to let it. I was going to lose him.

Without thinking, I raise the gun to aim at the man’s head. I’ve never fired a gun, I’ve never seen one until thirty seconds ago. But I turn away and pull the trigger, the shot followed by a loud groan and a thud. I open my eyes to find the man dead, his ice blonde hair turning red with blood. Elian breathes heavily, his breaths stuck at his throat, the shot that saved his life.

The other men look at me, unsure of what to do. But they hold their guns out at me. “Drop the gun,” one man orders me, nodding his head towards his feet. I toss the gun out to him and look over to Elian. He looks at me in shock. “Trust me,” is all I say.

The men stand in a semi-circle, trapping Elian and I from escape. I pray for a miracle, just not wanting to die like this. It’s ironic: how I wanted to die from jumping off a building, how I wanted to be drugged to death, how I wanted to be locked up but yet I couldn’t get shot. I look at one man to another, examining their structure, saying nothing.

One man in particular stood out to me. It was his left hand, his left hand had tattoos on it. I stared at it for too long, one of the men had called for me. I snapped my head up at kept staring at the man with the tattoos. I couldn’t remember where I’d seen that before. I shook the thought away.