Lock and key

Chapter 1

My eyes open slowly, black spots fill my vision. I try to sit up but a sharp pain shooting down my back forces me back down. As my vision clears I look around, the room is bright, too bright. There's a lady standing over a desk, she doesn't realize I'm awake. I try to sit up again but this time I'm forced back down by a guy in a hazemat suit. I try to scream but my mouth won't open. "Don't bother," the man says. He holds up a mirror for me to see that my mouth is sown shut. I look around, holding back my tears this is a dream, this can't be real. The lady is now standing over me with a syringe. The syringe has a sharp needle at the end and is filled with a lime green liquid. She plucks it twice and shoots some liquid out. "Let's do this," the guy says, the lady lowers the syringe. I start squirming and shaking my head. "Stay still you little brat," the guy yells, he holds me down, he's strong too strong. The lady puts the needle in my arm, putting all that green liquid in me. Before I could retaliate my body goes limp, I lose feeling in my face, legs, and arms. "Did it work?" The guy says still standing over me. The lady doesn't speak, she just walks over to the desk she was standing over before and she motions for him to follow her. She holds up a peice of paper showing what looks like a note. I squint trying to read it but my eyes becoming too heavy to hold open anymore just close. I can still hear everything, I hear the hum of a generator, the rustling of paper, and the beeping of the monitor. I try to open my eyes but they won't open, my attempt seems to attract heavy footsteps. "Ha! It worked, pathetic, worthless, peice of shit," I hear light footsteps grow distant, then I hear a door open then close. Then I hear muffled voices, what's going on?! I'm starting to panick I'm going to die I don't want to die, I feel a tear squeeze through my shut eye lids. The door opens again but this time it doesn't close. I hear the click and the clicking of woman's heels. Then I start moving they're wheeling me somewhere, and nobody says a word.
Feels like they've been wheeling me around for hours. I turned 3 corners, I heard about 4 doors open. Wherever they have me it's very big. I stop moving, the clacking of heels stop. It's dead silent, it stays like this for what feels like hours. It feels like the green liquid that the strange lady injected in me is slowly lifting, I'm able to open my eyes slightly. They're open enough for me to see that they've wheeled me in a dim room that looks vacant, the only thing in my eye sight is a monitor. The door creaks open and two lady's with surgical masks walk in, bringing cool air with them. I shut my eyes before they realize. "You think we pull this off?" One of the ladies ask.
"It shouldn't be that hard," I hear the other lady reply.
"But our previous subjects have faced severe side effects, how are we sure it'll work this time?"
"It'll work this time because we have this."
I have to go now, this is my chance. My eyes fly open, I sit up, but I don't get far. What I didn't realize was that while I was being wheeled around the world, someone strapped my legs and arms to this cold metal bed I've been laying on. Fuck, I'm screwed. The man in the hazemat suit sadly looks over me he mouths "sorry" and he puts a bag over my head. Then I hear struggling and grunting, one of the ladies try to cry for help but it gets cut short. A moment later the bag is removed and the two ladies who were once standing by the door are on the floor in a pool of blood. Looking around frantically, I'm next the guy in the hazemat suit is trying to untie me. He holds a knife up to my face, "stay still" he mumbles. He's trying to cut my face! "Quit your fighting, I'm trying to help." I finally give up, he holds the knife up "this may hurt a bit." He lowers the knife, his hand shaking, cutting the thread that held my lips together. I feel the cold air enter my extremely dry mouth, then I feel the warm blood fill my mouth. I shouldn't be bleeding this much, he holds up a piece of the inside of my cheek.
"Wh..." my mouth hurts too much to talk I look closer at the piece he cut out, its flashing a tracker.
He starts untying me, "Listen we don't have time for this, they'll be coming for you. Don't let them get you, run as fast as you can. You can't trust anyone, you're what they want and they won't stop until they get you. I left a book bag in staircase H at the end of hallway 6, I can get you there but after that I can't help you. In the bag there will be a map, flashlight and supplies."
I just stare at him "why now? Why help me now?"
"Because these people want blood and they're willing to kill damn near the whole world to get it. I don't approve of genocide". I just stare blankly at him, not knowing if I should trust him or not. He did  call you a piece of shit earlier.
"Let's go," he says as he finishes the last knot. "One more thing," he says as he helps me up. We make our way to the door, my legs feel like noodles. "Outside isn't what you remember, a lots changed since when you were last outside. Don't get distracted, don't die." We're halfway down hallway 6 we the sirens sound "fuck, I thought we had more time" he mumbles.
"Stop!" A voice booms from behind us. We start running. "Don't make me so this Richie! You can still give up!" The voice says again, this time sounding closer. But we don't stop, my heart is pounding out of my chest two more steps the staircase is so close. We make it to the door but as I push it open the men behind us open fire. So many guns, so many bullets coming towards us, Richie shields me. Falling to the ground he gasps, covered in blood. He manages to say "run" without choking on his own blood.

* This is my first time doing this, so let me know how it is. I'm willing to listen to all feedback ! Enjoy! *