Disclaimer-Still not mine.


Gotta move, can't move.

He watched the guard stroll past, footsteps thumping like a heartbeat. When it was clear, he crept out and glanced in random rooms as he passed.

Empty, of course, but it was still worth a try. The agent he had been sent to retrieve would be heavily guarded, he knew, so he once again rechecked his pistol. He froze suddenly, listening. He dropped behind the next crate just in time.

"…. Are we, slaves? Do this, go here, oh and, hey, fetch me some drinks while you're at it."

Sounded like the troops weren't too happy.

"Tell me about it. Let's just say a kid, a kid, somehow managed to sneak in here. I honest to God doubt that we could catch …." They moved away.

Alex lifted himself up and retraced their steps. The encounter had told him three things: Jacob knew he was here, the minions didn't believe him, and there was an increasing number of guards, which meant an increasing chance that he would find his agent.

There.

Guards stood at attention outside the door, the kind mostly used in bank vaults. Alex fluidly pulled out a canister and cracked it on the floor.

Rolling it, he caught his breath and held it at the same time. A thick gas sprayed from the can with a loud hiss, and all of the guards tensed, but soon slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Alex jogged forward, still holding his breath, and slipped into the room. A young woman looked up at him with dull, dark eyes. When she spoke, her voice was croaky and harsh.

"Go back," she managed. "This place is inescapable. You're on a hopeless quest."

Oh, joy.

Alex got down low and looked her in the eyes.

Voice deceptively soft, he said:

"When raw instinct takes over," he shifted, allowing his lips to ghost her ear.

"When your breath comes in gasps and there's no controlling it," he pulled back, so that his mouth now traced her jawline.

"When you know nothing but fear, hunger, and heartbreak," he moved upwards, so he spoke onto her pale forehead.

"When you run and run but there's no escape but death," he gripped her thin, chapped hands, pulling her up, her body inches from his.

"When you simply can't go anymore," he pulled back and looked again into her pitch-black eyes.

"Then you get to tell me of hopelessness." He grinned suddenly, leaping back from the startled woman.

"Now, let's move."


I feel guilty. This exact chapter has been on my computer for almost a week, but who knew regestering for high school was so hard? Anyway, the secne with the seditive can thing is from a book called The Lab by Jack Heath. If you havent read it, I pity you.

Thanks to Mrs. Frank Hardy and HollyBlue2 for reveiwing!