The Tower

Mykie

The room was deadly silent. She sat cross-legged on the cold metal bench. Her eyes closed. Her beanie off. And her hair scrunched into a messy bun. Mykie didn't utter a word only humming to herself quietly as her thoughts roared a million times louder than her surroundings.

They've put me in a containment cell, so for the time being they want me alive. Ugh. For Fuck's sake, there's nothing to do. I have to get out of here somehow. Oh my God Sebastian. They didn't take him did they? I swear if they've hurt that kid I'll kill all of them.

I need to find a way out. I need to get back. But how?

Well, the door sits four meters in front of me, the air vent in the top left hand corner two meters up, there are cameras in the top right and back left corners surveying the room. There's no escape through the door it's sealed and only metalics and Madame President can get through. I could try the air vent but it's way too high. Damn it what am I going to do. Even if I tried propping the bench against the walls the cameras would see- THE BENCH!

Mykie gasped opening her eyes and un-crossing her legs. A sly smile crept across her face. Picking up her beanie she untied her hair and shoved it on her head.

"It's show time." She stood grasping the bench with both hands and swinging it at the wall behind her smashing the fist camera, the alarms sounded. She sprinted to the other side repeating her process and destroying the other. She leant the bench against the wall and climbed into the air vent kicking it over as she got in and sealing the exit behind her.

Mykie crawled carefully, her plan had worked she just needed to navigate through the vent system to the security room and disable the doors.

She turned the corner sliding round.

And fell through, into the depths below.