Run
Legs are cramping ...
Breathe
Lungs are burning...
You have to run faster!
Your heart is pounding too loud against your ears
They're getting closer!
Heavy footsteps can be heard all around you
They will not stop till they find you...
You hide behind a tree, with your back against the bark, you wait. Catching your breath, against your burning lungs, you listen. Tightening your hold on your only weapon, you're ready. As the guards get closer, you hold your breath. There are only two for now. Just a while longer... Wait till they're closer...now! Thrusting your weapon at the first guard that crossed your sight, you manage to hit him in his lower abdomen.
As he buckles down from the impact, you leap onto his back. Using this to jump higher into the air, you swing your weapon at the guard behind him. Hitting him across the head, his body collapses to the ground. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you turn behind you as the first guard starts to aim at you with his rifle.
You swing your weapon hard against it, lowering his gun, you use the trees near you for leverage to bounce off of, side kicking him across the face. You make sure that they are all unconscious before you start running again.
Running deeper into the woods, you start to hear more guards gaining behind you. Using a bush to hide, you wait once more. When they walked past you, you swing your weapon below their feet. As one fell to the floor, you dug your weapon deep into the ground and lifted yourself off the floor and kicked the second guard against his chest.
The guard tumbled, dragging two guards with him. One more guard emerges behind you, you dodged his approaching hand. Back kicking his leg, he lurches over. Grabbing his arm, you flip him over the rest of the guards. The guards being disoriented, you take your chance, escaping further into the woods. Stars up above watch as you keep your head down to the ground, watching your every step.
Dawn starts to break and the woods landscape starts to change. Gradually it gets harder for you to walk as the ground starts to take an uphill treck. Physically and emotionally tired, you continue to climb. Even though you no longer hear the guards, you continue to climb. Higher and higher you scale the rising slope never slowing down. Never again will you be trapped, encaged as a prisoner. You were determined to prove yourself that you are worth something. That you are not worthless, that you have a meaning. As you climb, you feel as if fate is waiting for you. The higher you go, the more your determination grows. You were going to live.
You can see the sun rise above you. You stop and take in your surroundings. You've made it far up a mountain , you can no longer see the facility that imprisoned you. Over the horizon, you can make out a small city. Leaving out a relieved sigh you start to walk towards it. A new beginning awaits you and you can feel your troubles wash over you. You were free. You were alive. Determination enveloped you. Looking up to the sun, you raised your hand seizing the warmth that it raided. The voices of the past, ran through your mind. Their hate, their perversive and twisted views, their destruction. Looking forward to your future, your soul hummed in anticipation. Act at your own accord, not by what others tell you. You were going to walk your own path.
But as you took your next step, your left foot was caught by a tree root. Waiting for the ground to cushion your fall, you find yourself falling further deep into the mountain. As you fell into the abyss, your body turned itself around trying to grab anything to stop you from falling. In your struggle your journal flew away from your grasp, embedding itself against the vines that covered the walls of the innards of the mountain.
As the ground was fastly approaching, you tighten your grip on your weapon. You drived the stick into the walls. Holding on tight, the stick soon started to tear the side of the mountain. Dangling, you could see the floor of the abyss. Looking up your weapon gave out and you continued your fall. The world rushes by in a blur and you know the pain is coming.
It goes by fast, yet slow, almost suspended. You stare at the opening where you fell, how the sun was watching you as you descended. You reached out, as you slowly saw your freedom escaping from your grasp. Then impact. The air leaving your body. Leaving you gasping against your lungs. Laying on a bed of golden flowers, you watch as the opening of the mountain,where the sun shined above, began to be covered in a thick fog. Your escape to freedom, gone in an instant.
Letting out a shuttered sigh, you mentally prepared yourself. Numbing the pain that coursed through your body, you stood up. You were once again entrapped. Having tasted freedom for just a moment only fueled your heart and your soul. You will not give up. Finding yourself trapped in the Underground fills you with determination.
Act I: Complete.