A/N: Watching "Little Nightmares" gave me this idea, mainly the protagonist. Let's see what happens when Sniper meets this little surprise. Plot is mine.
"Where is she?!"
"Keep searching!"
"Don't let her escape!"
The sound of boots echoed across the tile floor. Black-clad guards armed with weapons drawn stood at the ready. A pulsating red light made each of them glow an eerie red.
They lined the halls of Cell Block Alpha. Alpha held the most dangerous subjects within the facility, it was impossible for anything to escape, alive that is. But the notion was slowly turning wrong.
'Attention all personal! Cell Block Alpha has been breached. Lockdown procedures are in effect.'
A man entered the chaos that was in CBA, through one of the heavy five inch thick steel doors. From a distance he looked young, but his facial features contradicted that. His hair was thinning, but still had its black color, and wore a navy blue suit with a white undershirt.
"Warden Gilmore!" an armed guard said as he saluted him.
"Report."
"We have found no signs of Subject L-1l. We are double checking Alpha to make sure we didn't miss anything." he said. "We also have teams going into Bravo and Charley to check as well!"
"And what did they say?"
"Nothing yet sir."
The warden sighed. "Where is her cell?"
"This way."
Guards saluted the warden as he walked past them. The two walked past multiple steel doors with two slots in them. Some of the doors banged while others didn't.
"Here's hers." he gestured to the open cell. The cell wasn't too big, but not small enough to be uncomfortable. It had a bed, sink-toilet-chair, and a small shelf.
"When did you find she wasn't in there?"
"About an hour ago. A guard was peeking in each cell when he noticed she wasn't in there at all." he said. "As you know, there is practically no place for a subject to hide in the cells, not even under the bed."
The warden stepped inside the cell and looked around. He was surprised how neat it was, despite who the subject was. He was about to leave when he heard a whistling sound. He stopped to listen for it again and did.
"You two move the bed." he told the guards.
They did and as they did the warden paled.
Under the bed was a vent, it was unscrewed and left ajar.
"Oh shit..." a guard said.
"I want every guard searching the complex right now." the warden said, trying to keep his composure. "If she escapes...who knows what trouble she may cause outside."
Elsewhere in the facility...
The red light illuminated the darkened hallways. Guards rushed down the hall before exiting out a door. As they left, a vent popped open and out crawled a little girl. She was around ten years old. She wore a yellow raincoat with a hood that extended to her knees. Her face wasn't visible at all in the darkness. In her hand was a lighter.
Escape...
That was the voice inside her head. It provided some companionship to the girl when she was alone and was the one who told her to escape.
She turned left and then right and then headed to the left.
Her feet slapped the floor as she ran. She didn't know where to go, but the voice assured her she was going the right way.
The girl came across a T-intersection. Ahead was dark, but when she peeked around the corner, there were two men talking to each other. They weren't guards since they did not have the armor that the guards wore.
"Any sign of her yet?" one asked.
"Negative, she could be anywhere in this goddam place."
The guards talked for a bit before going their separate ways. She tensed when one started coming her way.
"Let him come." it said. "Then strike."
She nodded and put away her lighter in her pocket and backed up so the darkness could hide the brightness of her jacket. The girl pounced as the man rounded the corner. Even though she was half his height, she still brought him to the ground. She sunk her sharpened teeth into his neck and silenced him.
As she started to walk away from the corpse, she suddenly doubled over in pain. She didn't know why she was in pain, but the voice knew.
Hunger is what grips you. You must feed.
She turned to the dead man, unsure about what the voice implied.
Don't be afraid. After all, he has no use anymore.
The voice was reassuring, and she went back to the deceased man. Her hands tore through his skin and ate her fill. She finished and wiped her mouth with her hands and stood up.
Escape...
She turned and continued down the darkened hallway.
After a few minutes of walking, she noticed a door was left ajar. Curious, she went to investigate. She slowly peeked her head in the room and found it was filled with crates, some piling up as high to the ceiling.
Look up. There is your escape.
She looked up and found an open skylight. She noticed the only way to the top was to climb the boxes, so she started to climb.
Higher and higher she went. She looked down and felt her heart skip a beat.
Do not let fear take control of you.
She gulped and continued upward. Eventually she made it to the top and climbed out. The girl found herself on top of a building, it was only three or four stories high but it looked taller to her. Around the building was fenced off, teeming with guards and other hostiles. But beyond that was miles of open land.
She looked around for a way down and noticed a metal drain pipe on the side of the building.
She made her way down the building by sliding down the pipe. When she hit the ground, she hurried to hide behind a car as two armed guards neared her.
The girl held the breath as the guards stopped right in front of the car, she considered making a break for it when she noticed something. The fence behind her was slightly bent at the bottom, meaning she could squeeze right under.
Making sure the guards were occupied with their conversation, she made her way to the fence and squeezed under the small opening. Once she was through she ran.
Run...
And never looked back.
Sniper never considered himself to be a "people" person. It wasn't because he was awkward or had trouble socializing.
No, it was because he didn't like conversing with most of his RED teammates. Not all. MOST of his teammates.
Scout and Soldier were the most annoying, both didn't know when to shut up.
Spy, though somewhat sane and had a similar mindset as he did, he's a bit too haughty for Sniper to hold a decent conversation with.
Demo's too drunk.
Heavy is an ok bloke to talk to but the big guy often kept to himself.
Engineer is similar to the Russian but he tended to bore the Australian.
Medic, yeesh, striking a conversation with him would get you wound up getting something stick into you.
Pyro, well, is Pyro.
Ok, he hated conversing with his teammates.
Majority of the time the Australian spent his time in the desert, alone with his camper van and sniper rifle. The New Mexico desert was similar to the outback back at home for him, just minus the dingos and the kangaroos.
He leaned back backwards and stretched. He let out a yawn before staring into the fire. Sniper had gone out hunting and shot a couple of jackrabbits; he was now roasting them over the fire, lighting up the night.
"To think the others like it back at the base. I find that hard to believe." he said to himself. "I would convince them to come out here, but then what? It will be just like home."
Sniper chuckled at the idea of that. Beside, he highly doubted that any of them would agree to go camping in the first place.
"Then again, I will kill for some company." he said as his smile faded.
Even though Sniper didn't exactly "like" his teammates, he still valued their company, even if they annoyed him. He'd rather have these annoying blokes than decent people who are never around.
What Sniper wanted is a companion. He didn't care who or what it was, unless it's one of his teammates, but he wanted something to keep him company while he was on these hunting trips.
He looked down at the roasting rabbits and flipped them over. He was going to lie down and take a quick nap when something caught his eye.
Sniper had the knack for spotting things that others didn't, even without his scope. It allowed him to quickly get off a shot that saved his teammates and his life countless times.
He grabbed his sniper rifle and looked down the scope. What caught his eye was something yellow in the distance, but he couldn't identify it from where he was sitting.
As he focused on the object, he realized it wasn't a "thing" but rather a person.
A child with a yellow jacket or something.
"Holy dooley..." he said as he looked up. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards the kid. When he got there, he knelt down and nudged the kid. "Oi! You ok?"
No response.
"Joey! You ok?" he said, this time shaking the kid.
He got no response and listened for any signs of life. He got lower to listen and heard faint breathing.
Without thinking, he scooped up the kid in his arms and hurried back to his van. He laid the kid down in the front seat and quickly packed up his camp. He hurried back and jumped into the driver's seat and took off back to RED base.
A/N: As always, review and stuff.
Till next time,
-D.W
