It's been quiet for a long time now, and I don't like it. The only time when it is this quite is followed by something bad or it could be my paranoia from me being a lock in this small 4 by the 4-foot metal cell for a week. either way, I must get out of here.

I was sitting on a metal shelf that was low and acted like a bench and across from me was the metal door with holes for air and that was it. That was it in this stupid fucking space. God, I hated that fucking goddamn door but not as much as that man who put me in here. I stood up on the metal bench and lean on the door to look out of the small holes. I was in a long hallway which 4 other cells both on the right and left, and at the end of the hallway was the panel for the doors to open. I did one last look around to make sure there was no one coming. I hold my hand to my mouth to spit up the 5 small Galvanized Nuts; I originally had 10 of them when that whack job of a doctor took me out of this cell, and for the past couple of days I've been trying to throw one nut at the panel each day, but now I know something is up so I have to get out of here now, even it means throwing all of my eggs in one basket.

I looked out of the small holes to see the panel and the red button that will open all the doors, I chose one of the holes and then I got one of the nut's and forces my breathing on it. The nut slowly raises by the wind of my breath to the hole; I stopped it and then flicked it, causing it to shoot out of the hole.

'CLANK'

I curse to myself as the nut miss and hit the wall next it, so I got another nut and tried it again.

'CLANK'

'CLANK'

'CLANK'

I cussed aloud on the 4th one when it hit the wall, knowing that no one is here because if someone did hear me they would already have come from the noise I was making. Now I only have one nut left. I took a deep breath in and out to clear my mind. I floated the last one aiming by a hole; breathing in and out to focus, even more, I flick it.

'CLANK' - 'PING'

All the door swing open causing me to lose my balance and falling flat on my face, but I did not care. I was so happy to be out of that damn cell. I got up and brush myself off and ran down the hall to the corner to the right, and keep running until I enter a room.

I look around and from the state of it and I was right he did leave, but why? After a year of stalking and hunting me, then capture, dragging me into a box, experimented on me with shocks, needles, and knives why would he just abandoned and leave me here? Well I don't care the sooner I figure out where I am the farther away I'll be from that creep. I hoped he did not throw away my clothes because I don't feel like walking around town with a hospital gown on.

I walk around the office looking for my clothes now realizing that the place I been in for 3 months look like an old factory building by the steel beams on the ceiling connected to the floor and the large cracked window on the higher walls, the room was large and had a lot of bookshelves, cabinets, a desk, and tables, but as I was trying to find my clothes I notices that the place look like someone left in a hurry and everything was gone. So, something or someone was chasing him too and that's why he ran? I don't like this I need to find my clothes and get out of here.

I search through everything for my clothes. That sick bastard must have thrown them out. Now, what am I going to do now?

Then I heard footsteps follow by talking, I quickly hid under the desk which was away and close to the walls. The sound of the door open and two people were talking. I could not make out what they were saying. It sounded like gibberish, then it dawns on me that they were speaking English. So, I was not in Germany I'm in a country that speaks English like England or America, or these could be people who speak English and I was still in Germany. Either way, I don't know them and they seem to be looking for something.

I could not get a better look at them, but what I could see is both were build broad and muscular. the blonde with a cowlick and glasses that wore jeans with a white shirt and looked like a 50's bomber jacket seem to be annoyed with the other men. He was much taller and kind of intimidating. His hair was a very light blonde beige, almost white and framed his face. He wore what it looks like a trench coat, dark pants, dark shoes, and a scarf around his neck.

I look up and see that some of the windows were broken and by the sway of the chain on the ceiling there was a breeze going through. This made me happy. Since I don't have to manipulate my breathing to control the air around. Now I could manipulate the wind as much as I want. First thing first is to knock out these guys so they don't find me. I focus the air that moved around their head in a circular motion and as it keeps moving faster and faster the air got tighter and tighter around their head.

But nothing happens! What the hell is this? The air is supposed to be drawn out of their lungs and knock them out, but these two men are not fainting which means that they're not breathing.

What's is going on. Who are these men!?

Then the blonde started to walk towards me, I heard him talking but I did not understand what he was saying. I can't knock him out so now I have fight and get out, I hope I'm in good enough shape to defend myself and get away.

He was a foot away from the desk when I swing over the desk making sure that I kick him over the face. When he seems, stunted I punch him in the gut causing him to fold over, then I kick his leg out under him while slamming him to the ground. I got up while he was still on the ground moaning and ran to the door, but the other guy was they're blocking it. There was no way I could take this guy down in my condition. The other guy was easy because I surprise him before he knows what had happened so I turn and ran to the other door.

As I was running someone grabs me and trapping my arms around my waist. I started to panic quickly. I struggle and try to headbutt him but he held me too tight and he was much taller than me. In my last-ditch effort, I resorted to something I don't like to do. Mostly because it causes more damage in the area and can get a lot of attention.

I scream

The scream was loud bird pitch that eco throw the build causing everything made of glass to shatter. While the two men were on the floor grabbing their ear's, I made a mad dash to the door.

As I was close to the door, I felt an ice cold pain shock in my food which causes me to trip and slam my head to the doorknob hard.

Then everything went black.