Hi. So this is my first ever fic so don't expect much. Updates won't be very often. Revising for 11 exams is hard enough. Anyways Hop you enjoy it.
Pace by pace, step by step, she slowly padded along the dark, never ending strip of wood that tried to pass itself off as a corridor. The dust settled around her and danced through the occasional strip of light that shone through the hall. Her face was chalk white and her expression somewhat withdrawn. The baggy, army issue t-shirt hung from her shoulders, hiding a multitude of sins that resided underneath, whilst her combats clung closely to her calves, enhancing their muscular tone with every step she took. She winced as her bare feet graced the cold wooden panelling beneath her as she continued her journey down the passage.
The door at the end of the corridor was in sight. She smiled at the fact that she was so close to the one thing she most truly desired at that very moment. Freedom. Her feet seemed to pick up speed before her head had even registered what was happening. A muffled voice was just about recognisable in the distance. "Hey!" Was it aimed at her? Well she was the only person around so the answer was probably yes. The heavy thud of footsteps came bounding upon her. Her feet picked up even more speed as a rush of adrenaline coarsed through her veins. Her heart was pounding so hard, it felt as if it were a time bomb waiting for the right moment to go off. The footsteps got closer. A lot closer. Too close for her liking. She sprinted forward, her muscles rippling with every step she pounded into the floor. In reality she was getting closer to her aim, but mentally this was far from the case. The idea of escaping was slowly being extracted from her fragile mind with every step her mysterious follower took towards her. Her hand stretched forward as she approached the door. This was it. Had she actually managed to escape? "Ten steps to go." She muttered to herself. "Almost there." Her outstretched fingers brushed the metal panel attached to the pane of wood. She turned back for a split second. It was a man. A man was chasing her. As her hand came into full contact with the door she was grabbed. The force pulling her backwards and on to the cold, hard ground. She was forced to her feet by the man pulling on her long blond hair. Two large arms enveloped her frame. She looked to the man who still had a hold of her hair. He was tall and slim with dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. She caught a glimpse of the other figure that was restraining her. This revealed that it was another man. However, this one was much shorter than his counterpart and he had jet black hair and brown eyes. Both males wore crisp white lab coats, but she could see the army issue clothing that hid underneath. Who were they trying to fool? She knew who they were and what they wanted.
She was snapped out of her daydream by the brush of the man's hand on her exposed arm. He stared at her. His gaze seemed to hold that of her blue orbs as he produced a syringe of clear liquid. He smiled. A smile that was sure to haunt anyone for the rest of their lives. He clung to her arm as he drove the needle into her. A thick crimson liquid cascaded down her arm. Her breathing became laboured and her eyelids began to feel heavy. Too heavy, she lost all sense of awareness except for hearing the phrase "Goodnight Princess," and with that her body was overcome by a tingling sensation that plunged her into darkness.
Please R&R. Until next time. Abbey x