Part II
When I wake up, I'm back in my cage. I hear two men arguing in front of me, I see their hands clenching and unclenching, gesturing, and waving in the air to help with the affect. Finally one of the men leaves, and one remains. Sighing, the remaining man kneels back down to my cage. Now that I can see his face, I notice that he's the man I stabbed! He's still alive?
While he fiddles with the lock, I stare at my cage. It's made of little dark blue and brown tiles, stained from my use. Three walls have the tiles (plus the floor), and one has thick bars going up and down where the lock is. Though the cage (or I guess it's more of a cell) isn't very big, about two and a half feet from either side, it is very tall. I can stand up in it and still have tons of space. The tile is always cold, especially in the winter. The only heat source is from the lamp at the top of the cell, and it never turns off.
Once it's open, I glare at the man for still being alive. He only smiles and hands me a leather bag.
"Hold on to that for a sec, will you?" he asks, then turns to a table behind him. I gape at him in amazement. He just left the door open and turned around.
Ha, that idiot.
I'm about halfway down the first hallway when I remember—I have a sister! And she's trapped here too! I should save her! But… where is she?
"Ash!" shouts a little girl. I turn around and see my sister. Oh, there she is!
"Madison! There you are!" I run and embrace her. But then Erasers start chasing us. Crap! What is their problem!
We run a different way than I did before—a way where no Eraser guards stand watch. Once we're out of the building, we run for about a mile with Erasers on our tail, but never once did they catch us. Eventually we lose them, running zigzags through the woods and confusing each one of them. Then we hide up in a tree until daylight comes, sleeping some and watching the Erasers give up and retreat back to the School.
While I watch Madison sleep and the night sky fades away, I touch the leather bag that the whitecoat gave me, wondering what might be in it. I could have ditched it hours ago—it could just be stupid syringes and formulas and whatnot. But why would he give that to me to "hold on to"? No, he gave it to me for a reason. So I open it.
Inside, I find a ton of things I didn't expect. A twenty-dollar bill, a fifty-dollar bill, and a one-hundred dollar bill. That whitecoat gave me a hundred and seventy dollars?
There is also a note.
Hope this helps. There's a town a few miles north. Good luck.
I wake up after that. When I look at the clock, it reads 6:45AM, January 1, 2012. …Weird.