Spots

Chapter 6

I was awakened by the feeling of a soft breeze gently carresing my face. I feel so comfortable like a baby wrapped in warm blankets. I was lying on what felt like the softest mattress in the world, and the pillow under my head was extremely fluffy. I was about to crack open my eyes when I heard a voice close to my ear.

"How hard did you hit her?" I felt a hand press to my forehead.

"Not that hard." Said a voice that seemed very familiar to me I just couldn't seem to place it.

"Well, she's been out for more then four hours. You must of hit her harder then you thought."

"I know how hard I hit her." The voice sounded annoyed. "Maybe she just needed to rest."

The other voice scoffed. "I guess." I heard footsteps move away from me then I heard the door open and close. What were they talking about. I felt like there was something I should remember, and that voice it sounded so familiar. I cracked my eyes open and looked around. I was lying on a bed in the middle of a large room with cream colored walls, gold drapes, and grand furniture. Definitly not my room. Where was I? I sat up on the bed then gasped as all the blood rushed out of my head. My head hurt! Bad! I groaned. Why did it hurt so much.

Then it all rushed back to me. Pierce. He hit me. He followed me. He knows. I need to get out of here. I sand up ignoring the rubberness of my legs. I creep to the door and peek out into an empty hallway. I quietly slip out and shut the door behind me. To the left the hallway continues to more rooms, but to my right is a grand staircase. I head to the left and start peeking into doors. The first three rooms are empty bedrooms. I open the fourth door and expect to find another empty room, but instead it's an office with a huge desk in the center of it and bookcases crowding the walls and there are two men sitting at the desk

Both turn to look at me with surprised expressions on their face. One is an older man with graying hair and laugh lines and he other is Pierce. I slam the door and turn to run. I got to the staircase by the time I hear the door opening again. I run down the stairs but hear footsteps and yelling behind me. I reach the bottom of the stairs and look behind me, still running. Then I crash into something. Or should I say some one. I feel arms wrap around me and I look up. A young man with blonde hair and light blue eyes is looking down at me with a stern expression.

I gasp and try to wrench myself out of his grasp. The man just tightens his grasp and soon I'm gasping for breathe. This is going nowhere I change tactics and go completely limp. The man is shocked by my sudden change and loosens his grip. I break from his grasp and run for a door before I'm tackled from behind. I start thrashing.

"Stop struggling." A strong voice orders. In response I kick violently trying to get the man off of me. It does nothing in fact the man chuckled. I change tactics again and let the jaguar take over. I'm much stonger this way and I manage to buck to man off and dart for a window. I jump through the window, shattering all the glass in the process and I take off running on the grass.

I'm in a large meadow in the forest with nothing else around besides the large building behind me. I head for the trees but stop at the edge of the forest to look behind me. Men in uniforms are pouring out of the building and starting across the meadow towards me. I take off into the forest.

I must have been running for a good half hour when I come to a stop and collapse from exhastion. The sounds of chasing had gotten quieter and quieter until I couldn't hear any thing even with my super sensitive hearing. I shift back and find myself dosing off into a deep sleep.