My Dreams are My Reality

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Eyes opened from within a glass tube. They scanned their surroundings, as if they were trying to remember where they were. The person with those piercing red eyes, could also hear muffled sirens, screams, cries, and even clattering. People ran past her as she touched the glass, she wanted out. Her heart started racing, seeing that this was her chance to get out of her cylindrical prison, and far away from Allen. He terrified her, but she couldn't remember why. All she knew now, was that she had to get out now, and get out fast. Her heart pounded, as she felt like her escape window would close soon. She looked through the glass, seeing several tables. They all seemed to be keeping track of her vitals, and the one that controlled her oxygen showed a mask on it. She now realized she was waring something similar on her face. She didn't dwell on the detail though, noting she would be taking it off as soon as she was freed from the 'water' filled tube. She stared at the tables, seeing if there was anything she could use, but after a while, she reasoned she could reach the objects even if she wanted too. She found herself pounding, pushing, and kicking the ceiling of her glass prison. It only left her with disappointment, as it wouldn't break, or come off. She shook with frustration, sadness, fear, and every negative emotion just consumed her. Then she remembered something, she face palmed, as best as she could, the mask mildly obstructing her palm from her face. One of her trials, the ones forced onto her since day 1, was to pull an object towards her. The rules to said trial, were that she couldn't advance toward the choice object, and that she couldn't use any other physical aids to get it. It became clear to her later on that she had called that object to her hand with her mind, but couldn't quite understand how or why. This knowledge bounced around in her head like a bad game of ping pong, until she deduced that her was her only option. She once again cast her gaze upon the desks with their equipment. The computers seemed important, and so did the hard drive if she wanted to get answers later. There were pens, but they wouldn't be strong enough based on the thickness of the glass keeping her from the outside world. She looked at the rest of the lab equipment in the room, not all of it was on the desks, and those desks would only limit her chances of getting out if those were all she looked at. It didn't take her long to notice a sharp chisel was missing from the tools on the wall. It was possibly meant for archeological exploration, but nonetheless it was missing. It took her very little time to locate it on the tile floor under one of the chairs. She focused on the chisel, raising it off the ground, and angling it towards herself. She had managed to lift it up to her heart from outside the glass. She heaved a sigh, something that she didn't really remember doing before. The chisel was just thick enough, that it might actually do some damage. She then focused on the movement required to crack, and break the glass. It slammed into the glass once, a minor crack, hitting the same spot, the crack increased, and the point she was hitting had almost been punctured. She moved off to the side before thrusting the object in one more time, the chisel stuck in the wall behind after punching a hole in her glass prison. Shortly after the whole thing shattered, sending her to the floor. She got to her feet quickly, removing her mask, and jumping on to the base of her container. She forced the chisel from the wall, before heading to the desks. The computers were luckily undamaged, and the thumb drive remained one of the desks. The alarms to the room began screaming, as her life signs were no longer being traced from within her stasis tube. She grabbed the drive, before spending a good few minutes trying to hack all the computers to copy the files on herself, and download the copies for later. As she barely managed to do this, she quickly ejected the thumb drive, and heard a pair of feet run up behind her. She turned to face a man, just before he thrust a knife at her. She forced herself to dodge him as soon as possible, only receiving a minor nic on her shoulder. She heard the man slam into the ground, and slide across the floor. She heard him hit a wall, right as she took off. "Get back here you," she purposely blocked out the last word he said, as she didn't wish to be viewed as an animal of any kind.

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