Escape

Chapter 4

Hell, did I run. There was no way I was being dragged back to that prison. The world around me blurred as my pace sped up. The familiar adrenaline rush coursed through my veins, and I closed my eyes and smiled. Probably not the best thing to do when being chased by an army of guards.

I could hear multiple people calling my name behind me, but I tuned them out. My mind was focused on finding a place to hide because God knows I can't run forever.

I peeked behind me, cursing under my breath as three grey safe house vans were speeding my way. I picked up my pace and ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, I came to a clearing where the road ended. Literally. The pavement just disappeared, and only a vast field of grass was ahead of me. I came to a stop and squinted into the distance, smiling when I spied a stretch of forest within running reach.

I started up again, my feet coming hard down on the plush grass. A frown plastered my face. Something didn't feel right. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't rethinking my whole escape from the safe house, but something did feel wrong.

I looked down at my feet. They moved one after the other, so diligently that someone would have found it hard to believe I was running for my life. My sneakers were a dull grey, and I wished that- wait. My sneakers.

I stopped abruptly in the middle of the field, knowing that I would only have a good twenty seconds before the safe house vans reached me and the guards threw me in the straight jacket for the rest of my life.

I plopped down on my butt and ripped off the sneakers, then peeled off the sweaty socks. Standing back up, I felt a surge of energy power through me and I wiggled my free toes in the soft grass.

I ran faster. Faster than I have ever run before. And I think the guards knew it too, because after a couple panicked shouts from behind, I heard the sound of a stabilizer gun fire in my direction.

"Seriously?!" I shouted back at them. I have only ever seen them use those guns once before...but where?

"A, please stop running," a calm voice spoke through a megaphone- Marshall, "We don't want to do this..." By this, I knew he meant shoot me with a gun and detain me from the outside world forever.

I was about to shout back one of the many witty comments that came to me, but my body met the ground as I felt a bullet go through my leg. I looked down, knowing that in a few seconds the stabilizer would set in and my body would be temporally paralyzed.

The grey vans made a circle around me, and my heart speed up to about 20 beats a second. I could feel the leg I got hit in start to go numb, and my head felt a little funny.

Guards stepped out of the vans and surveyed the damage. I eyed the stabilizer guns that were in each of their uniform pockets, and I realized what I'd have to do. My body wasn't completely paralyzed yet, and if I pulled all of my momentum together I might be able to grab one of the guns.

The guards piled in around me, just like I hoped the would.

"Will, you stay in the van," a concerned Marshall motioned to Will. Will nodded, but when Marshall turned away I noticed him roll his eyes.

"Now, A....we didn't want things to come to this, but you left us no choi-" Marshall's sentence was cut off by the hard contact between his stomach and my good leg. He gasped and bent over, and the other guards whipped out their serum injectors and stepped towards me.

I leaped up in an instant and grabbed the stabilizer out of Marshall's pocket, mentally thanking him. I quick spun around and aimed right at the biggest guard's chest.