Hey everyone! I told you I was gonna re-upload this story. Sorry it took so long, I wanted to make sure that I had everything the way that I wanted it to be.
Now then, thank you to everyone who read the original, and this will probably seem familiar, but I have tweaked things around here and there.
So, I hope that all enjoy this new and improved version of Running.
Also, to those who are reading Right Where I Want To Be, I swear, I am working on the next chapter. It just isn't quite there yet.
Enjoy!
Running barefoot across the cold, damp, warehouse floor, I stop for a moment to catch my breath. Clutching the small gun in my hand even tighter, I lean my shoulder against the wall next to me to try and slow down my rapidly beating heart. I take a deep breath and then slowly peek around the corner, trying my hardest to see down the dark hallway. I'm looking for any sign of someone at the other end. A small splash of a water puddle, a glint of light reflecting off of a gun, breathing, anything.
After a few seconds of looking, and finding no sign of life nearby, I carefully and quietly make my way around the corner. I stop every once in a while as I walk, glancing back behind me to make sure that I'm not being followed by anyone who could still be lurking about.
Turning back, I continue making my way through the warehouse hallway. Taking a large step forward, I feel a sharp pain shoot quickly up the entire length of my leg. Ignoring it for a mere moment, I take another step forward and the pain shoots up my leg again, stronger this time. Moving over to the side of the hallway, I lean my back against the wall and slide down it, setting my gun down beside me, and pulling my bare foot close to my body.
Looking closely, and squinting in what little light there is, I carefully examine my foot. Sticking out of the bottom of my arch, is the head of a small, rusty old nail. Biting my lip to hold back a groan of pain, I grab the nail tightly by its flat head and pull it out of my skin. I toss the nail off to the side and lean my head back against the wall, trying to keep from making any noise because of all of the pain coursing through my foot.
Reaching behind me into my back pocket, I pull out my pocket knife, flipping it open. I hold out the bottom of my shirt and carefully cut off a piece of it, tying it around my foot to try and slow down the bleeding as much as possible. I put the knife back in my pocket and slowly stand up, making sure not to put too much pressure on my now injured foot. Grabbing my gun again, and holding it tightly, I continue to make my way down the hallway, much slower than before.
Suddenly hearing a noise behind me, I quickly whip my head around, only to find nothing behind me. My mind is playing tricks on me. It hasn't been the first time, but it also hasn't happened in quite a while. These things have been happening to me ever since that day. It was a horrible time, and I'll never forget what it really did to me. Who it made me really become.
"You wanna see what I can do?!" I close my eyes and take a deep breath, concentrating as hard as I can. I really hope that this works. Undo the restraints. I think to myself, my eyes still closed.
After a moment, I hear the man scream in pain, but after a second, he stops. I open my eyes again and then watch as he stands up and walks towards the bed. He slowly undoes the restrains on my hands, and then my feet. I carefully slide off of the still tilted bed and stand in front of him, one hand resting on the bed to steady myself. All that electricity really took its toll on me. I spend a moment to remove any of the wires that didn't fall off when I stood up. That's when I really take notice of the little bruises lingering on my body, from where each little pad had been.
When I look back at the man in front of me, just standing there with no expression on his face, I realize what I have done to him. I back slowly away from him, breathing heavily. Now, you aren't going to follow me. And once I'm gone, you'll destroy everything you have on me and forget about me. Understand? I say in my head.
He nods his head.
"Good," I say, this time out loud. I back up towards the door and turn the handle, pushing the door open and bolting from the room, trying to locate the exit of the building.
Sighing as I turn back around, I suddenly come face to face with someone I never thought I'd see again. We stare at each other for a long minute, having a silent conversation with our eyes. It's something that we've been able to do for as long as I can remember, but I didn't think that we'd still be able to do it after being apart for so long. It feels good to see a familiar face after spending so much time on my own. After a quick, silent moment, we both smile softly at each other and grab hands, barreling towards the end of the hallway where we can see some light. Ignoring the searing pain shooting up my leg from my foot, I keep on running, not once stopping.
This is my life now. This has been my life for almost two years now. Just running and hiding. Constantly running and hiding from the people who only want me for what I am capable of; the people who want to tear me apart and see how I work. I don't want to live my life like this anymore. But I have to. Until there isn't anyone left who wants to treat me like a lab rat, I can't stop running. I won't stop running.
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