XV - Escape

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Bronya

I wake up and find out I am no longer in the Lenaya household. I don't even think I am in a house at all, since my surroundings look pretty much like a jail cell.

It is all white with two mirrors on the East wall that are probably windows on the other side. The room is about 10x10 meters in area, and the door is sealed. I have a bed hanging from the wall and can see security cameras in the corners.

Once that is figured out I try to swing up on my feet, and see if I can find a way out, but using the key word, try, I fall on my face.

"She's awake," I hear a voice say. I look around a bit but don't see anyone. That is until Calvin comes striding into my jail cell.

"Well, Semenov. You're finally where you belong. Since you didn't tell me where Caria is, or as you know her, Tiana, I don't plan on being nice again to get the information. Tell me where she is," Calvin jeers. His eyes seem pleading but the rest of his features are as viscous as a wolf.

"Why would I tell you?" I snarl. It almost hurts me to talk to him like this. Especially since my head hurts like Hades. "Betraying the Red Room would mean absolute death. You would not want that now would you?"

Calvin's snarl wavers for a moment before he snaps. "WHERE IS SHE?!"

"I can not tell you. And I will not tell you. Ever," I reply simply. Getting under his nails is my goal now. "But you seem very desperate."

"I'm tired of the games Bronya. You keep this up, I'll make you give me answers," he threatens. I laugh a bit.

"You do not have it in you." With that I curl up for a nap.

"LISTEN TO ME!" He screams. I close my eyes, and I hear his footsteps. Upon him approaching, I swung myself behind him, and jabbed the back of his neck before he can react. With that he is knocked on the ground.

I search his pockets for something to get the taser off and finally find it. I take off the taser, and am about to go out the glass door thingy when it breaks as DIA agents sweep into the room.

I scramble to cover myself from the broken glass, but I still get cut nonetheless. So much for sneaking out of this place. I scramble to the now open exit and it is blocked before I can reach it. I am surrounded by a sort of SWAT team, but also not at the same time.

I keep my brave look on my face, and as I am being told to stand down, I crouch to my shoe that is on my foot, and pull out the knife before throwing it at one of the agents. Rookie mistake to not take away my weapons. It hit him right in the spot I need to. I pull it out of his throat as I ward off the charging agents with my legs. I begin to fight them, some being knocked out, most killed. I don't really want to kill them but I have no choice really.

It's down to the last two agents, and I take one down with ease. The other I am not so lucky. I take a few hits, but ultimately, I am able to gash open their suit enough to where they will bleed out in a matter of minutes. I drag Calvin out of the cell and down the hall full of agents. Another fight happens, and I manage to obtain a gun, and find a map of the place along with realizing my phone is in my...um.... area. I take a quick picture of the map. The alarm is blaring but I finally made it to the garage, and surprisingly don't come into any more conflicts.

I find the sports car that Calvin drives to school everyday, and locate the keys (that were in the ignition) before I place him in the front seat, and put the sunglasses from the cup holder over his eyes. I back the car out of the garage, and drive off.

I find out that we had been at 174B Bleecker St. Not too far away from my address. Even though I don't have a driver's license, (or most of stuff now that I think of it,) I do pretty well, and drive effectively without being pulled over. I make it to the street of my apartment complex before Calvin starts to stir. I quickly pinch a certain part of his neck and he falls asleep. I get out of the car, and make sure that no one is looking before I drag him into the building.

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