[A/N] Max escapes, 'nuff said. ANDDDDD! I'm moving in a weekish, so I might not have internet access for a while. D: Just saying.
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[13.0] Escape
I sat back and listened to the footsteps fade away.
Specialized plastic, huh? I tried wriggling my hands out- no luck. I tried scraping it against the chair I was sitting on- it kept sliding off. What's-his-face was right- it was special. I looked around the room, trying to find something to get the cuffs off. It kept me to the chair, and as long as I was on it, I couldn't get out. There was a vent (no good), filing cabinets (but they had nothing sharp), and twenty TVs all showing different parts of the building. And unless I could get one of them to miraculously rip apart the two-inch strip connecting my wrists, I was stuck here.
Or was I?
I noticed something shiny sticking out of the corkboard beside one of the cabinets. I scooted my chair over to it, and saw that it was a staple. But it was embedded in the board. Pull it out, Max.
Woah. What up, Voice?
Pull out the staple.
With what? It wasn't like I had that staple-getter-outer thingy.
Your teeth. My what? Well, I guess getting out doesn't just happen.
I knew I was desperate if I listened to the Voice. You should listen to me more often, Max. I'm- it cut off.
What? Silence. Okay then- abandon me in a time of need.
I bent over as much as I could, and gently pulled it out. Luckily, it wasn't in too deep; it was just right. Finally, after a bit of picking and pulling, I got half the staple to poke out, giving me a tiny little spear-knife thing. I pressed the strip of plastic on it, and began to saw, up and down.
It took me ten minutes, but I finally got it chopped off enough so I could pull my wrists apart. I rubbed my now chafed wrists, figuring out what to do next. The door.
I twisted the knob, and jiggled the lock. It was locked.
Shit.
The vent, said the Voice.
Back already?
I balanced the chair on the counter where the TVs were. I stood up and pushed the vent cover off, and pulled myself in. I coughed a bit, adjusting to the dust. Ugh.
As soon as I popped into the vent system, I had a decision to make: right or left?
Let's see. If Runyon went that-a-way went he so nicely abandoned me… right. I crawled into the vent bit on the right, thankful that I weighed a heck of a lot less then normal people. Or else this whole system'd go crash. I crawled and choked my way through the system, occasionally poking my head through the grates in empty rooms.
After a while of epic exploration, I found a room which looked a lot different than the others. There was a giant chamber of green liquid, and lots of computers nearby. Using Avian-Vision™ [A/N: LOL. (At Avian-Vision xD) I wonder who's room this is…?], I looked at some papers near said computers.
At the top, it said
PROJECT OMEGA || SUBJECT 004, A.G.E. Project
Was this… Fang's room? No…. I shook my head, clearing the thoughts of what could've been happening in this room. It scared me. I fought the instinct to drop down in there; I had a feeling that thee was probably some super complex alarm system, waiting for unsuspecting intruders.
I kept crawling, until I found some room that looked like a lobby. Hopefully, it was the room that could get me out of here. I checked to make sure no one was there, and jumped down, landing louder than I thought.
No one came in to jump/Taser/attack me, so I started walking to the door. Bad move.
Itex guards swarmed me, reaching for their semi-automatics. Ten of them took me down. They stuck the plastic handcuffs on me again, and I was taken away struggling and screaming. I saw scientists sticking their heads out of their rooms, eyes bugging out. I could guess what they were thinking.
"Oh my God- is that one of the Subjects from A.G.E.?"
"It has wings!"
Sick creeps.
They led me into another room, which looked like a lab. They threw me in a cage, and two super bulked-up guards stood next to me, carrying giant rifles on steroids.
"Woah, Schwarzenegger! No need for the steroids," I told them. "I'm just a little tweetie bird. So why don't you let me out and take me to your overlord?"
I got a whack on the head with the butt of the rifle for my troubles. Ow.
A scientist came in. It was Runyon.
Runyon came into the room with a powerful confident walk. When he saw Max, he only let a small look of surprise crossed his face. So the girl managed to escape? Fascinating. Clearly this girl was a survivor.
"Hello, Three." Might as well start saying who's boss now.
She snarled at me. I noticed a streak of blood close to her ear, and saw the minuscule dent in Tom's rifle.
"Tom! What did we say about the Subjects?!"
He mumbled, "To not hurt them…." Maybe if he was fired it would get through his dense skull. Amateurs.
"Yes. And Three- what made you want to come here?" She stayed silent, a glare on her face.
"Staying quiet, are we?" Fool. "Well then. Maybe a friend can help… encourage you to speak. Nine?"
Nine walked into the room, his entire being emanating guilt. Three reacted immediately to his appearance, and she wore a mask of confusion, sadness, anger, and betrayal.
"Will," she whispered, so close to tears. "What happened to you?" It reminded my heart of my poor Rebecca. Lost, alone.
Betrayed.
[A/N]
THE WAR: BATTLE BETWEEN THE WORLD AND FANG, THE GETTING RID OF BAD GENES. (The war war.)
THE "WAR": THE WAR WHICH IS SOON TO HAPPEN. (The "War" that happens as a result of Max trying to interfere with Project Omega. It's not the actual war. owo.) The last part was Runyon's POV, by the way. xD
Hahaha. And I bet some of you guys are thinking my logic's screwed. If it's a specialized plastic that even super avian strength can't rip through, how the hell does a staple rip it apart? And how does one pull out a staple with their teeth? WELL GUESS WHAT.
I don't know. C: It just does. D:
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