Hello everyone! :) I got pumped when I saw the reviews I had to write up the next part. hope I can live up to your expectation. Anyways I wrote this while studying hope you like it.


It was cold. It's been that way for years now. Not even the small windows leading to the outside where the sun was shone through, could warm the small room she was in, but it did hold some small hope that there something else outside these four walls.

She said and sat on the small bed in the room and stared out the window. It's about 2 years, give or take a few months, since she was thrown in the room. Not sure what happened but she still clung to what little hope she has of getting out as sad as it is to admit. She ran her fingers over a thin white line that ran along her thigh- a reminder of the last time she was caught trying to escape she continued to stare out not really seeing anything.

She mumbled to herself a small twitch in her left fingers, body tense. They would be coming soon, they would come every few days around this time and…she could feel the needle holes that riddled the inside of her elbows and shuddered.

She went over the plan in her mind again; sure it would work this time. As long as when she needs them they would appear she would be able to actually leave.

Clink

Clink

The door was flipped open not long after she worked up her nerve and 3 men entered.

"You've been quiet today" one of them said as he edged along the walls of the cell going on her right. "Will you be a good girl today?" he chuckled.

"I kind of like the fire makes the blood taste even better." Another laughed, he walked casually to her other side and grabbed her hand roughly and forced her to extend it, as the last man, shorter than the other cam in front her with the needle he tapped it gently and connected it to one of the vial he had in a case and inserted it into her arm. He gave her hand a rough punch they watched as the blood started to flow.

Now was her chance. She shifted a bit and produced a sharp piece of metal from under her leg and turned to the side quickly and stabbed the mad holder her arm hard in the side and shoved the metal as far as it would go, he release her and held his side as the blood leaked from the wound.

"You little bitch!" He growl she took the opportunity and bashed her head into the man in front her he stumbled backward. Turning on the other man as he made a grab for her, she bit his hand hard drawing blood until he released her and she was out the cell door the needle still in her arm. She ran out the door and slammed it behind her.

She has only ever made it this far once but didn't slow down as she went up the stairs and out the basement door. She heard the noise from the men behind her it pushed her to go faster, the thought of what would happen if she was caught. It was bright upstairs and she squinted at the light, but she found the door easily.

"there she is!" one of the men shouted as she took her first step outside in 2 years, and took off into the forest, not sure what the hell she was going but as long as it was away from where she was. Away from the cold dark room it was fine. She heard a shot and took a chance to look behind her. Two of the men were ran after her with gun in their hands, her heart stopped for a second then took off again with her feet as she dashed through the forest, rocks bruised her bare feet as she ran.

They were still behind her screaming at her to stop another shot rang through the air and she felt the bullet whizz past her and 2 more. She ran in and out of the trees and tried to lose them. Feeling the panic set in as they were still behind her she looked back again and didn't she small jutting in front of her. If she had she would have avoided it and wouldn't have started a fast and painful tumble down the slope behind it, ended with a wet stop in a small stream at the bottom. She let out a soft pain fill moan but struggled up all the same. She coughed and spat out the blood from her mouth and stumbled to her feet. She looked up after the world had stopped spinning. The men stood right on the jutting gun aimed on her.

"If you move I'll shoot… And believe missy. I ain't missing" he shouted down at her and nudged his partner to go down. She swallowed and decided at that moment she'd rather die than go back to being used by these men. She turned quickly, heard as the gun man shouted the explosion of the gun as he pulled the trigger, and she ran and she ran until the ground had disappeared from underneath her feet.

The freefall she was in was cut short as they appeared on her back. Sleek, the colour of the earth. They had stopped her decent and made her glide barely missing the tips of the trees another shot was fired it shook her body and she winced but she kept going...


Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

Martin Luther King, Jr


Well thereit is. :) review! they are welcome!

A/N: I won't be able to update again till thursday when my exams are done.

-RN