short stories

The Forgotten pt.2

     
I've already been here for twelve days. I just hope Carlos is okay.

     Carlos Remeras, one of my very few friends here. He is rather quiet, but very smart. He’s like that one guy from that movie where someone drops toothpicks on the floor and he knows the exact amount without even counting them. Carlos is a lot like him. The reason he is a red is because he is much smarter than even the scientists working here. He is dangerous because the people running this…..penitentiary, think that he is going to find something they're hiding, or a weakness in the system. They know that if he did, he and I, and my other friends would be able to shut down the whole establishment. Elizabeth Ann and James Ross are my other two friends, both of them are blues. Eli (Elizabeth) has x-ray vision, and James can control air. We call him the ‘Air Bender’ because he reminds us of Ang from Avatar.  

      Today is the day we make our escape. We tried to get out about eight months ago. However, someone we thought was our friend caused a month's worth of hardwork to go down the drain.

      We’ve paid very close attention to when the guards swap out, where they come from, and the best escape route. Every hour and a half the guards change posts. Since they have to walk a half mile to the ‘base,’ we have about ten minutes to get out. They watch the doors of the front entrance, that’s our escape. One problem is a guard that circles the area.

     “James! Carlos! Eli!” I yelled for them. “It’s time.” With that one statement, our whole lives changed….

      We had successfully slipped past the guards around the rooms. However, sneaking out of an isolation cell was the hardest to escape from. The guards were supposed to switch at 1630, we have a ten minute wait. It was the longest ten minutes of our lives, it felt like it was an eternity. Finally 1630 hit. The guard on patrol walked into a building about twelve feet away. We stepped out from behind the small building we were using to hide ourselves. James blew the wind toward the door, and the lock turned. We headed to the gate where Eli used her special vision to pick the lock. Yeah, a padlock. Who still uses those? Anyway, after the lock was undone, a guard stepped out of the small building.

    “Hey! You, stop!” he yelled.

     “Uh-oh,” Eli said. I looked back and my eyes widened. I turned back to me friends,

     “Go, go, go!” I yelled. We all bolted out of the gate, only to hear an ear-piercing, high pitch alarm. We all followed the plan we set up in case we got caught. Carlos memorized the blue-prints of the whole place. There is a secret tunnel that allows wild animals to come in and out. We slid down the tunnel, and had to crawl to the other end. When we got out, we wasted no time and started running like there was no tomorrow, because maybe there wasn’t for us. We ran deep into the surrounding forest until we couldn't hear the heavy footsteps of the guards behind us. That wasn't even the lucky part of our escape; after walking around for a few hours, in the most cliche of ways, we found a small cave to take shelter in.

     “Where do we go from here?” Eli asked.

     “We’re leaving tomorrow morning, and don't worry, I know exactly where to go.” I lied. I didn't think the plan would actually work, or that we would make it out. I think it would be a good idea to go to my parents’ house, we would be safe there. Both my dads served in World War III, and made it home safely. Yes, “dads,” plural. After my mother died, my father fell in love with one of his co-workers. I still keep the invitation to the wedding in my pocket. I read it every day so I don't forget the reason I tried so hard to get out.