Picture Perfect

Chapter Twelve

"I've got this...think!" I pace the floor of my brink as I try and think of an escape plan.

It's been hours, or days I can't tell, since Scott brought me back. I have stopped keeping track of the time since my capture.

I'm tired, and my body hurts. All I can think about is Danny and how to get him and I out of here.

My stomach churns and I feel sick. But I refuse to eat in the same room as a beast such as Robert.

My shoulder still stings, but not nearly as bad as before. I haven't changed the bandage, and the uncontrollable feeling in the wound I'm getting, probably means that I should do that soon.

I don't know how though... I try not to think of it anymore.

Back to strategy.

If I knock out a guard as they enter- by using the hand chopping skill Beckett taught me- I can at least get out of this brink. Then I could search the halls for more guards.

But their likely to easily find me. I mean, from the halls I've walked there aren't many hiding spots. And it won't take long for someone to notice an open brink door with a guard lying unconscious on the ground.

I groan as I become frustrated once again. Striping my black leather jacket off, I throw it down on my bed in anger.

A loud laugh echoed through the hallway outside. Sending a chill down my back.

That's it! I'm going on instinct. I can't wait anymore. The longer I do, the longer I have to suffer the thoughts of Danny sitting in a dirty, dark, cell all alone. Bleeding, bruised, beaten...

I shake my head in hopes of shaking the thoughts away. If I'm gonna do this I have to have a clear mind.

The footsteps grew closer to my door and my mind scattered on what to do.

Two men dressed in the same uniform as everyone else. Leather pants, black tee and black jacket, including black combat boots.

They passed my brink. But a second later they were backing up, and stopped in front of the door.

I stood in the middle of the room. The guard on the right looked at something next to the glass door on the outside.

Then he said something in the other guards ear.

They both grinned as the one on the right punched in a number on the keypad.

"Hello there. You're just the person we were looking for." The guard on the right said as they entered the room.

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breath, like the room was closing in on me. Three people is too much for this small room.

"Ah, look Clark. She's flustered! Are we that charming sweetheart?" The guard on the left sang. He was already getting on my nerves.

The guard on the right, who I'm guessing is Clark, took a step closer to me. I took one back.

He laughed. It sounded so wrong. He reached for my arm but I yanked it back before he could grab me.

I looked over their shoulders and noticed hey left the door open.

My heart leapt. This is my chance! If I screw this up... I don't know when my next opportunity will open.

Clark makes another grab for my arm but I jump back. I realize I'm cornering myself, and from the look on their faces, I think they see it too.

Lefty jumps in and grabs at my waist. I grab his arm and dig my nails into his skin. He shouts in pain and I take that moment to run.