One Battle Turn Over

PART 2- Communication

Chapter 7

Together we exit the tunnels. I'm in the front and you watching me from behind. It's creepy having you touching me pushing me ford in protest for me to hurry, jabbing a gun into my back making it terribly uncomfortable. But who am I to have a say, when my father is stuck in his own white house... being threatened and played around with by who knows.. these people. The feeling made me sick to the bone remembering your face when they had come. When they had placed a bag over your head and tyed you down, with ropes and all. I had no easy way to try call for help now, and for not even the police had dared to entre after armies went in.. None returning. These people are cowards I thought, no communication was needed with these people to know they weren't coming anywhere near until all was done. I wanted to shout out how cowardly they seemed to me, but how would that seem to them.. for I am still and always be the presidents daughter.

The room was dark, the room at the other end of the tunnel had only a slight glimpse of light coming from between the rafters. I wondered how well james could see in the dark, before I planned my escape root in my head. I could sense the room smelt misty and bloody as the room was hidden in the dark, I could not see what was there. But I knew this is where the shot off had been, at one point or another.

Chapter 8

 I'm trying to plan my escape route in my head, but it's still yet unclear of what I can do. I mean I can't just run away empty handed, I will get caught that way. I need a weapon and destruction method. Something that will help me escape, but also protect me, and right now I can hardly see a thing. My guess is Jameson can't see either, because he has now just begun to set alight a candle, that I had forgotten he had been holding moments before in the tunnel. It must of blown out when we had fallen onto the wooden floor at the other end. No wonder it had felt so dark and gloomy. But still I have to admit I can bearly get any air into my lungs with all these spattered sightings of death on the walls smothered completely, you would think it was a wallpaper affect.