One Battle Turn Over

PART 1- RUN

Chapter 1 RUNNING INSTORMS

As the rain thunders down onto the now muddy grass, shivers run down my spine causing me to shake and fall to my knees.

Ive been running non stop for 7 hours and I can feel tiredness seeking though as dark storms start to speak up sending lighting, bolting my way. My long brown hair clinging to my back as my white skin is now looking a muddy brown. I am so tired... I hesitate for a second before contemplating on finding a place to eat and clean up. Just my luck I see a little den just not to far away from where im kneeled, in the distance. I sigh as the door creeps open and I entre the room.

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After soaking under the hot shower for 15 minutes and checking the place out for anything that showed sights of life, or anything useful I could use. I lay down on the bed in the middle of the room and fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up the next morning to hear an eruptive knock on the small wooden door. The door was a rusty brown and old, knowing that the door couldn't take much of this banging I slipped on my cargo top and my ripped jeans. Than I started running as fast as I could out the back of the dens broken window, I had just escaped though as the door was thrust open to visually show me a good picture of Jameson and some other bulk guys about three, plus a driver. These where the guys after me, the reason I was running. They needed me to complete there mission for killing thousands, and to open every room or know every code to the most advanced protected system there is. Yes, the whitehouse. For I am the presidents daughter and the most trusted member of code making and advancing technology systems in the U.S. I make the codes for my dad and he tells me where to set each one.

Now my dads best guy is against him, and he seems to have had a grudge for along time. For everything seems thought through, which confuses me wondering what had jameson held so strongly on him.

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Chapter 2 BACKHOME

As in mid thought, a bullet hit the back of my arm as two gun men appeared from behind the stone wall of the whitehouse. I had decided to return to the whitehouse in hope of saving my dad but I was wrong. They had found me, and once they had received whatever they had come for.. Lets just say I would be of no longer of use. I held the pain inside screaming so loud in my head my face became bright with agony as another bullet was placed into my lower back. Just as I heard a click of a gun reloading I made a bolt for the back of the whitehouse doors. As I entred the first room I than realised the power was off as I began to try swish on the lights. A felt my way around the dark room as I realised where I was, I was standing in one of the smallest guest rooms. It was a good thing that I knew my way around the whitehouse other wise I could have been anywhere. As fast as I could I ran to the storage room next door as I heard voices of several people approaching down the hall going towards where I stood. Just as I closed the door of the storage cupboard I couldn't help but listern agaisnt the other side of the door to the conversation of the men walking past me.

Chapter 3 CAUGHT OUT

I held my breath but as I heard the voices soften I quickly let out a big breath of air in release, and continued to roam around the storage room in hope of a candle or form of light to help me see. I finally found a candle and struck it with some matches I found beside the window ledge, as I found that I could see the sun just as it was beginning to come up. But the light of the sun was showing so faintly though the boarded windows, I'm guessing to hold off unwanted sights of identity been shown to outsiders. As I held the brightly lit candle in my strong gripped hand I lifted it up and swung it around as a scary looking man jumped out from behind a curtain across from me. But just as the fire from my light touched his hairy arm he held a gun pinpoint to my head, pressing hard into my skull. I tried to scream out in protest but that only made him more irritated, and he covered my mouth before getting his blade from his shorts pocket and digging it into the side of my leg until only the tip of the handle was showing. With a satisfied smirk on his had seen face he threw me to the ground as blood poured onto his shorts from my bloody thigh of my leg. Than pulled me up over his shoulders and began carrying me out of the storage room, but not before I started kicking and screaming. I was not going down without a fight!

Chapter 4 UNDER WEAKNESS

Very quickly my brain turned into panic mode as he pulled out his gun again and pulled the trigger on my foot. I than did the only thing I could do using the only weapon I had... The bladed knife that bleed hanging onto my leg. I didn't hesitate as I pulled it out and placed it apon my opponintes neck. He than froze not willing to walk a minute longer then tried to grasp the knife from his neck line. I pulled back on the blade as it toke a nicely cut out of his neck skin causing him to fall face forward onto the carpeted hallway. I few men began running towards me as I did the first thing I could think of I turned an ran full speed into the lift inches behind me. I vigorously started hitting the buttons sending me to the ground floor, where I could use the under ground tunnels to get me to my dad without being spotted by the men above me.

Chapter 5 TUNNELING AROUND

As I skinned my arm across the side of the concrete wall either side of me, I sighed. Great another mark to show to show the press if I ever get out of here! My dad hates me to get grubby and all cut up, well to bad dad cause I'm the one saving you now! although my body hurt like hell I was still managing to crewel my way deeper into the tunnel on the left, hoping it was the right way to find my dad. I was guessing he would be held hostage in his study/office room. But before I could get there something let off light in the tunnel as I saw shadows apoarching me. I was the only one who knew about the tunnels, so who are the shadows? Or what are the shadows? Either way there was only two ways out of this tunnel I chose. Forward? Or backwards? I was not turning back now, so I had to hope the figure coming towards me had no gun or worse of a weapon to my blade I held out infront of me. When the figure showed me a clear image of who it was I gasped........

Chapter 6

It was........ Jameson! Holding out a gun in my direction. I whispered james what are you doing??!

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After awhile of talking about how he should of been the president and how I helped my dad, get the place by beening my dads helper making us a good name for ourselves. He toke me by my wrist and started pulling me along....

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to be continued................

from cath

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