The Beasts Within Us

Disappearing

I landed with a thud on a pile of rubbish that coincidently sat beneath the window. The smell of week old rotting food surrounded me on all sides. But at least I was alive. I peaked around to see if I could sight one of those hated soldiers. They had been following me for years, and the sight of their black and stately uniforms had become to my eyes, a fearful sight. I quickly pulled out my scissors from my bag and unwillingly chopped off half of my beautiful locks of dark ombré curls which had begun to reach my waist. I thrust the scissors back into my bag and pointed at my pile of hair. A gush of fire erupted from my hands and the hair burst into flames. Fire is the best way to get rid of evidence. I liked to burn everything that could eventually speak against me. Next I gathered a handful of mud from the street's footpath and smeared some carefully over my face, making sure to cover the tell tale scar on my right cheek. The rest I distributed sparsely on my clothes and short hair, now barely reaching the short of my back. Finally I pulled out my radio and placed it at my ear listening in.

"I'll go up to the front door with 5 men, you take another 5 and wait for her at the back door. Send 3 men to guard the windows in case she tries to escape from there." an officer ordered.

My heart leaped, and I dashed out from the pile of rubbish casting desperate glances up and down the deserted alleyway. No one around.

I briskly set off clutching my bag and train ticket. Trains are the safest places to go hiding. People get on and off all the time. You can really tell if someone is following you, and then losing them is a piece of cake.

Two minutes later I arrive at the crowded train station. Some people cast me snobby glances at me and my unkempt appearance. I approached platform 5B and rejoiced at the sight of the large rumbling train just coming in, right in time.

Once on the train I looked around studying everyone's face and committing it to memory. I allowed myself to relax, seeing that no one was looking at all suspicious. I looked down at the ticket in my hands and took a deep breath. I was finally headed for Charleroi Belgium.