If only I knew how to work the elevator. I've searched for hours, skimming my hands along the wall and hoping to find, well anything. I've thought about waiting for Adam to come and bring our food but he never actually gets out of the elevator. He just puts our food on the floor and leaves. Just like that.

If only I could get him out of the elevator and then run in before the doors shut. I'd need a distraction though. Something to make him get out of the elevator in the first place.

"Angel! I've got it!" I yelled excitedly. I sat up straight on my bed.

"Got what?" she asked curiously. I didn't want to say my plan out loud in case people were listening in. There was a chance that we weren't under surveillance but it's better to be safe than sorry. You can still change your appearance right? I asked in my head. Yeah, why? she replied. Because I've just thought of an escape plan.


The next day we were silently waiting in our positions for Adam so we could put our plan into action. I was crouched behind my bed with a pillow in my hand. We had moved the beds so that they were closer to the elevator but not close enough so that I could be seen by Adam.

Angel was tied up and gagged with the sheets from our beds. She gave herself straight black hair, emerald green eyes and made herself slightly chubby. She'd been practicing her 'shape shifting' ability and could practically change into anything now. She also made herself look about 20 years older as well. We needed Adam to think she worked here.

We heard a faint ding and the wall started to slide open. Showtime. Angel started screaming and thrashing about on the floor. "What the..." Adam looked startled and quickly put down the tray of food and hurried over to help her.

I leaped over the bed and just managed to shove the pillow in between the doors before it slid shut. Adam hadn't even noticed. He was too preoccupied with Angel. We were hoping that he'd think that they sent a woman to check on us and we tied her up and escaped.

By the looks of it, we'd succeeded in making him believe that. "Did they do this to you?" he asked as he tried to untie her. I snuck up behind him and whacked him right in the back of the head, probably a little harder than was necessary. He went down like a ton a bricks and I just shoved him aside and started to untie Angel.

It was a lot easier to do so after she had morphed back to her old self. She practically slipped out of the loops and knots without me having to untie them. I helped her up and we ran to the door.

The pillow was still holding the door ajar so all I had to do was pull the door back enough for us to slip through. "Now what?" asked Angel once we were inside. I scanned the buttons unsure of which one to press until I came across one that said 'roof'.

I slammed my fist against it and we started moving upwards. I didn't have to worry about being in an elevator as I was so pumped up on adrenaline that I didn't really notice the squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach. The plan was going a lot smoother than I expected. It was by far the easier escape I'd ever made. That is, until we got to the roof.

I expected us to just walk on out, open up our wings and jump of the side of the building. I didn't even consider that there might be people on top.

There were twelve, huge muscular men standing evenly spaced along the edge of the roof. They were three to each side and they were all looking up at the sky and carrying the biggest guns I have ever seen in my life. And I've seen a lot of guns before. These things were freaking massive. I had no idea how they could carry them. They must have weighed a ton.

We had already stepped out of the elevator and the door slid shut behind us. I turned only to face a blank wall. Seriously how do these things work? None of the guards had noticed us. They were gazing intently at the sky, probably looking to see if any of the flock would show up and try to rescue us.

That was a good sign. That meant that the rest of the flock wasn't being held captive here somewhere. I made a mental note to congratulate them on escaping when we get back. If we got back.

One of the guards decided to randomly do a 360 of the area and saw me and Angel standing there like statues. He gasped and aimed his gun at us. I instinctively moved in front of Angel and held up my hands as if to stop the bullet.

Instead of hearing the boom of the gun I heard the man swear. I looked up to see the man standing there with a confused look on his face. He staring at his hands where only seconds earlier was a gun. He looked over the side of the building and then looked at me. "How the hell did you do that?" he growled at me.

The other guards were now aware that we were standing there. They all raised there guns at us simultaneously. Oh crap, we're doomed. "Max do it again!" whispered Angel.

"Do what?" I asked, having no idea what she was referring to.

"The thing with your hands" she whispered anxiously. She stared hard at the three guards to left of her and one by one they put there guns down but there was still eight more to go.

"Quickly!" she hissed. I had no clue what she was on about. I tried to think about what I had down out of the ordinary in the last few minutes with my hands and all I could remember was when I held them out to protect myself from the impending bullets.

Angel nodded once, clearing reading my thoughts. Still confused, I pushed my hands out in front of me and watched amazed as the guy who was standing in front of me was thrown back. His gun slid off the side of the roof as he fell to the ground. "Well that's a handy new trick."