"There's been a breach!" a voice over the intercom sounded down a lonely dark hallway. "All units to Area 5 – B!" Silence. The girls ran, their bare feet sounding a pitter patter against the steel floors. They tried to keep silent in the dark lit room, but they could not help but pant as they continued. They were trailing a thin line between freedom and death. An alarm screamed in their ears as the door in front of them suddenly opened. They halted in front of the door. Waiting on the other side, were guards. Armed forces. There were at least twenty.
"Oh no!" the smallest of them sobbed while the other girl beside her clentched her fist and ground her teeth. "There's more men behind every door." "Suck it up!" the last girl, the oldest one, whispered sharply. "What else did you expect? We'll just have to kill them all!" as the door finished opening, one of the men ordered fire. Bullets flew. The smallest one hid her head in fear against the one beside her. The other two focused their attention on the bullets.
And they stopped in mid air. The men kept shooting but none would fly farther than two meters from the girls. "Take care of them.." one said, clutching the small girl close to her. The other smirked and walked, unharmed by the rain of fire. For a second of eternity, the tearing of flesh, breaking of bones, and screams of man echoed throughout the confines of those steel walls, each wail followed by the splash of blood. Then there was silence. The one who stayed behind waited for the other as the stroked the hair of the small child in her arms trying to silence the quiet crys. Then her voice broke the silence she herself created, as cleanly as a crack on a glass mirror.
"They're dead." And so they ran. Once more then ran, and the process would begin once again. The girls would kill and live as they ran for their lives while the smallest one would cry and shake. Though young, she was not crying out of simple fear, but simple understanding. She knew what crime they were committing, and no matter the cause, they would be stained with the sin.. like a blood stain.
They didn't stop running. The hallways seemed endless, and the blood flowed continuously. They didn't try to keep quiet anymore, for now their attempted escape had certainly been made clear. Every human in the building knew. And every one of them was pit against them. They had killed so many that their bare feet tracked blood along the ground. The smell was horrid.
"Keep running!" The girl tugged at the hand of the little one who had slipped and fallen in a puddle of blood. She sat in it, staring at the red of it. The crimson sin they all commited. Her tears fell once more. "I don't want to!" she wailed. "Would you knock some sense into her!" The other one snapped. "They're coming!" the pounding of shoes on steel confirmed this. She bent next to the little one." "We have to run." She said, trying to sound calm. The running feet were getting louder. "The b-blood…" was all the she replied. In one fluid motion, the little one was in the arms of the girl. Startled, she screamed. "Noooooo!" but they ran. Redemption was no longer an option.
The guards turned a corner and saw them. "Fire!" More still bullets. More screams. More blood. The little one screamed as they continued running. Finally, they saw one giant door covered with with black and yellow strips that strecthed to the ceiling. The way they had come in so long ago.
"There it is!" the oldest pointed. "Home free!" The other one, now looking, turned to see the eldest as she turned the door into scrap metal. The winced as a bright light shone on her. Turning to look, her eyes widened at the sight of a full moon. She had to remind herself that she had to keep moving. Together, they all ran outside. The night air whipped at their bare skin, turning them cold. They ran out farther and farther.. then the eldest stopped. The other two almost ran into her. "What is it?" she questioned. Her heart pounded from the running and from the fear. Nothing good would ever make the eldest stop. She pointed in front of her. The other looked. The ground broke away to form a high cliff, at least fifty feet high. Below was a long winding river. She sucked in her breath as the eldest swore. The little one still shook. Then the two felt something cold pressed to the back of their heads.
"Don't move." A voice growled in their ears. They froze. Now the feet of soilders became clear to them. Guns rustled in the hands of the troops. There were so many of them. "Now come with us." The cold voice slithered in the night air. The small one looked up at the one holding her. She stared back, horrified to see more than her own reflection of terror in those eyes.. but relief? She turned to the eldest and that made her even more frightened. She was grinning wickidly.
"Oh sure.. we'll come with you." She said slyly. Looking over at the other, she met her fearful look. Her grin just widened. "Not." She grabbed her hand so fast the person with the gun behind them couldn't react in time. And then, in the second of confusion she had formed, she jumped off the cliff.. dragging the other two with her. Their screams echoed like the men they had killed, but the last laughed, delighted. Death seemed to suite her. And as they fell, the blood stains of their sins fell with them. Their stains would follow them, even to the grave.