The Lady Darkness

Chapter 1

Sitting here behind this pane of glass and the three steel bars that keep me caged in here like a supposed wild animal, I start to think about what life must be like in the outside world, what I must have done to get here, and will I ever be free. I like to imagine what my life would be like outside these four walls. I do it everyday, and everyday I try to imagine something different. Like today, I think I would be sitting down in a nice comfy chair, curled up under a thick blanket, with a book in hand. The window would be open letting the fresh air pass gently through the room. Outside the birds would be singing their little tune, the flowers would be in bloom and there would be a chipmunk making a dash from the woods to the bird feeder that hung on a post on the deck. But, in reality all I have is my concrete slab to sit on, my old thin sheet to keep me warm and outside instead of chipmunks, it's a group of people dressed in all black with guns who are making a wild dash from the woods toward this building. Whoever these people are, they aren't normal guards. The normal guards wear combat clothing that is baggy with lots of pockets. These people are wearing skin tight clothing.

When they finally make it to the building I lose sight of them. I counted twelve in total. Twelve random people, who obviously don't belong here and who are trying to get in. I can hear the banging now and the shots soon followed, but I still have yet to move from my spot by the window. What's the point when after a couple shots the noise would stop and it would be quiet again. Except the shots never stopped, instead they grew louder, so loud I could feel the vibrations bouncing off the walls. They must be right outside my room. I should go bang on the door, let them know I am in here, but the consequences after these people are killed would be too great. It's best to make the least amount of noise in here as possible. The guards care about you less. Which in here, is a good thing.

The shots have stopped, so I'm assuming whoever those people were lost, but I have to give them credit, they made it deep into the building.

My thought process was interrupted by the door handle jiggling. It's odd to see the door knob moving at all because the only time it moves is when I get my shower. The door knob continues to move back and forth. Someone is trying to get in and they don't have a key. I would have heard the click of the deadbolt unlocking if they did. Instead the food slot flips up and a pair of eyes peer in at me.

"Holy shit! There's someone in there. Quick get this door open!" is what I hear before the slot slams shut and more banging begins.

Who was that? It wasn't a guard because why would they open my door. The banging lasts a few more minutes before it stops and the door knob starts jiggling again before I finally hear the click of the deadbolt unlocking. They found the keys, but the question that still remains was, were they coming to save me or to kill me?

The door finally slams open, bouncing back off the cell wall. In walks in a guy covered in blood and he was smiling until he saw me.

"It's not him guys, it's a girl," he has his wrist up to his mouth as he talked. He must have some sort of communications device there that allowed him to speak to his companions.

He turned and walked out of the room leaving me sitting by the window on my bed. Was he just going to leave me here? Who was he? I make a quick decision and jumped up and made my way out the open door. Glancing around the hallway all I see is guards, and they are all dead. The lights are on, but flickering giving the hallway a ghostly feeling. I have no idea which way is out so I take the left hallway hoping it's the right one because whenever guards drop off my food, the slot will stay open until I removed the tray and I always see the guards walk towards the left. Also, the guy who was just here went left. So, I'm either going to run into whoever remains for the guards, a way out or the guy who unlocked my door. I follow the corridor until it takes me to a fork in the hallway. I could continue going straight or I could go left or right. Why are there so many bloody hallways and I do mean bloody, there's bodies everywhere and all of them dead.

Yelling rang out of the hallway from the left. I couldn't tell if it was the guards or the guys in the skin tight uniform. I have to make a choice here.

Taking a deep breath I turn to the left hallway. I want to get out and the best way would be with the people who just entered the building with force. Even if it is the guards I meet up with, I think it is worth the risk.

Walking down the hallway I can hear the noise getting louder, so I'm obviously on the right path. Eventually I come to another hallway on my left. Quickly glancing around the corner I see the group of people I was hoping to see.

I just stand there watching them. One of the guys is trying to force keys into a door that looked like mine. The others are standing there watching him. There are a few people lined up against the wall wearing handcuffs.

"Hey, who are you?" someone noticed me and was quick to raise their gun at me. Were these really the people that I wanted to save me? They were all soaked in blood and it looked as if they had taken people out of their cells just to put them in handcuffs.

The guy who was trying to get the door open stopped and looked up. It was the guy who had unlocked my door.

"Oh, I forgot about her, I opened her door a few hallways back," he grinned in a sheepish way.

"Derek! We are taking everyone back with us. Why would you leave her behind," a guy who looks as if he has seen better days yelled, while starting to make his way toward me.

"I was never told to take them with me. It isn't my fault," this Derek person almost looked like he was pouting while he said that.

"Get back to work Derek. We have less then seven minutes before we have to be out of here if we want to get to a safe distance away. We have yet to even find him," find who? Who are they trying to find? Why do they have everyone in handcuffs? I don't want to be back in handcuffs.

I turn back around the way I came and take off running. I refuse to be a prisoner again. I haven't even made it out of the building that has held me captive all these years and someone else is trying to capture me.

"Stop we aren't trying to hurt you. We are here to help!" Fat chance of that actually being true. Something you learn in prison is trust no one but yourself. The guards are not your friends and if they say they aren't going to hurt you, they are lying.

Whoever this person is, they are gaining on me quickly. The five years and Forty Seven days in prison has not done my athleticism any good.

I have almost made it back to my hallway when I feel someone grip my shoulder. I twist and turn my upper body trying to dislodge their hand, but he has a strong grip. He yanks on my shoulder, forcing me to stop and turn. The only thing I see is the butt of his gun coming towards my head before nothing but blackness that I welcome with open arms.