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No Escape (On Hiatus)

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As I run down the dark corridor, I stop to catch my breath. My vivid orange eyes dart around the hallway I've chosen as my escape from the team pursuing me. A holler resounds behind me, and I dash into the nearest room, trying to keep my footsteps light and quick. The cold weight of the gun in my hands feels familiar, and I take off my signature leather jacket to stuff under the door. Underneath, I wear the outfit that all 5th year trainees wear:
  
        A black tank-top with black pants and combat boots.
  
       Silently, I reach for the light pad and turn on the lights. Looking around, I take in my surroundings. The room is about 30 meters both in length and width with a small glass observation window separating  this room from the next. The room is approximately 120 meters high, give or take a meter. My eyes aren't perfect, but given the choice between my eyes and human eyes, I'll keep my eyes any day.

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       Just a heads up, as soon as I finish editing the parts already written for this story, I will be putting it on hold indefinitely. If anyone is interested in taking over the story and hearing what I had planned for the rest of the story, please message me.All Rights Reserved

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