She holds the dark man killing gun in her hands, her arms stretched out. There was rosy red blood all over her pale pink skin, her black leather jacket and her pure black leather trousers. Nasea's black piercing eyes darted from every blood covered body in the dimly lit room. The straight line of her lips didn't move since she began shooting everyone. Her mind zooms back to the dim light in the doorway – it looked like it was a little bit further away. The only time there had been light in this room was when she was shooting. More of them are coming, Nasea thought.
She knew this place of by heart-she has been in this building for her whole life-so she could find a way out. Even in the dark Nasea could see that she was in one of the training rooms. There was the light which was coming closer. Or there was the other door. In this place you have to know where you are or you would get lost. . . Very easily. They were underground, precisely under the English Channel. It's harder than it looks to get out of this place. I guess you all are wondering how they get out doing what they do. In the entrance where security is there is about twenty lifts going up to the surface, only to be met by the murky blue ocean. That is where the swimming training gets involved, as they have to swim their way to the top for the people to get air in their lungs. Then the easy parts take the boat to land.
Nasea suddenly remembered that she won't be able to get out the entrance; sadly there are too many security guards around the elevators. Oh well, Nasea thought, I'll keep running till I think of something. Like always do it the fun and dangerous way. The light was getting to close know and you could see the shadow of people who were armed, it was now or never. She had to run. She had no time to say goodbye to her friends. But wasn't she the one who was told not to love not to be hurt.
She ran as fast as her long legs could take her away from this prison. Everything was going past her, and was a long line of blurriness, like she was moving the same speed of light. Voices from no-where and everywhere.