Legend

3. Running

When Makena awoke, her nose was immediately assaulted with the smell of dead and rotting meat. Opening her eyes, she looked around, but saw that there was no difference from when they were closed. She then had the feeling of pressure in her head. She tried to move her hands to look for her weapon, but found that they were bound together behind her back. She tried to wriggle around, and heard the sound of chains rattling together.

   She was trapped. Tied and hung upside down from the ceiling. In a dark room that reeked of something foul.

   "So you're finally awake," a voice said to her. It came from somewhere to her left.

   That was when she remembered about the man in the building with her. Guess he wasn't with the Government if he was here with her.

   When Makena said nothing, the man snorted. "There's no point talking to you is there, Silent Warrior?" The way in which he said her title, made it sound as if he was mocking her. As if he thought that she was joke.

   Ignoring him, Makena moved her hands around, trying to find the hole where the key would fit on her cuff.

   Hearing the rattling of the chains, the man said to her, "There's no point in trying to escape. It won't work." His voice was tired, as if he had tried, but nothing worked.

   But Makena never gave up, no matter what. She felt around for what felt like a while, but found nothing there except for smooth metal, and a small square that was big enough for a finger to fit on there. That was when she found out that it was a fingerprint key. A specific pattern could only open and close it.

   No wonder he had given up. There was no way he could've escaped.

   But Makena had something that he hadn't. Which was a weapon. Even though it had seemed like they had taken all their equipment, they hadn't taken the one thing that Makena always relied on. Her arms.

   She concentrated and felt her index finger morph into a small laser beam. She directed it to the middle of the cuff, and slowly drew a line on it. She smelt the metal burning as it melted from the laser.

   Also smelling it, the man struggled. "What the hell is that?" His paranoia had kicked in, and his thought were swaying to the idea that the Government were trying to burn them alive in the room.

   Makena felt the cuffs loosen, and finally, her wrists were free. They dropped to the floor with a clank that echoed in the silence.

   "What was that?" the man hissed.

   Makena ignored him, and lifted her upper body so that her hands were now at her feet. Immediately, she felt the blood rush out of her head, and felt dizzy. After a while, she started working on the cuffs at her feet. When it was finally melted in half, gravity took over and Makena came tumbling to the ground.

   As her back hit the floor, her breath rushed out of her and she was left winded. Makena lay there for a few seconds, taking big gulps of air to regain her breath. I really did not think this through, she thought to herself.

   "Hey. What're you doing?" the man demanded. He was still up there, dangling upside down.

   Escaping. What did it look like? Makena scoffed in her head. She stood and dusted herself off, transforming the laser beam back into a finger.

   She looked around, hoping that her heightened sight would get used to the dark. When she could start to see outlines of things, she smiled. Her training had paid off. She walked not to two steps, when there was the sound of a door opening, and a man's voice echoed through the room.