Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 1

They'll see you coming.

I ran, faster than I had ever done in my life. The breeze rushed passed my face, caressing my cheeks, its icy cool refreshing the adrenaline that surged through me.
The clear sky that surrounded me had now disappeared as I rushed into the forest, standing eerily as it watched me running by.
Shouts and curses could be heard behind me, getting closer and closer each passing second.
My heart began to race; the thought of being recaptured and tortured again, the thought of having to go back there-
No. You won't ever go back there,you don't belong there Riot.

You don't belong there.

Ember and wood engulfed me as I passed through each cluster of trees, my breathing ragged, heart-rate swift,mind exhausted.
Feeling for my blade,I readied myself for a rather nasty confrontation.

I could hear them. The sound of their rifles,their very footsteps . It only amplified, the rustling of leaves against their boots,making it evident they they were close.
I hid behind the tree trunk and clasped my hand to my mouth.
Fuck.

My eyes shut as I attempted to compose myself,hearing two men come within 3 meters of me.

"Frank, you found anything?!", one male shouted, clutching his gun formidably,almost as if he was eager to hunt down his prey.
"Nah,there's nothing on my side,you checked yours?"
The reply on the other end was distant, I reckoned about 40 meters away.
But still too close.

There must be three guys out here,if not more.

Slowly and steadily I removed the blade from my back pocket. If I was going to get out of here, it was going to be through stealth.

You're going to have to kill them.

Eyeing them pacing the floor, I crouched,moving slowly from my spot to another,right behind one of them.
He had a toned back, and was almost 6ft tall.

Die bitch

Leaping up I slammed the blade into the right side of his neck,watching him yelp in pain before falling to the ground,deceased.

I searched him for weapons,aware of the shouts coming from the rest of his team.
They're looking for you. Confrontation or move out now.

In his satchel I found a pistol with a silencer. Perfect. Swiftly grabbing it, I arranged him back into place before moving back into the bushes.

"Eric? You good? Oh my-"
The guards walked into the clearing, a beam of sunlight greeting them formidably.
"That girl did this. I told you she was fucking trouble,"The other guy retorted, before speaking into his walkie talkie ,"man down, HQ,man down."
"Let's take him back to the base," he ordered. The other complied.

I sighed in relief as they walked away,the spotlight of the sun coated with clouds,despairing me in the darkness of the clearing.

Standing up, I began to move through the forest,taking care not to trip.
What the hell am I gonna do now?

I sighed. There was nothing I had in mind. I never prepared an escape plan.

24 hours earlier
(GH Mental asylum,New Jersey)
5:40pm

My head ached, heart pounding,mouth parched.
I opened my eyes,slowly,finding myself in a room, bare and uninviting.

I felt dizzy,but I forced my mind awake.

Riot,what happened in the last 24 hours?

Shit.

Why can't I remember?