I could see some light filtering through and hear someone saying they "wanted to check on the girl," I was starting to panic as I looked around for a place to hide.
I don't want to kill anyone.
I didn't know where that thought came from, but it was true. I didn't want to kill anyone, the thought of using my talent like that made my stomach flip flop a bit. But thank Buhdda I heard something about some cops being outside of the building, and that must have been more important then me because whoever it was left the door slightly ajar. Moving slowly and quietly I pry the door open a little, and peered into the next room and found there was no one around, plus there was a small pile of chains in the center of the room.
I shuttered at the thought of what they were going to do with them.
Opening the door fully and risking my neck even more I made sure there was no one hiding behind the door, once satisfied I hurried from the room the queens were keeping me to a doorway that lead into what appears to be a hall. From here I traversed up the empty hall, into a room with tons of graffiti and a few mattresses that had seen better days that were surrounded by bottles and needles, I didn't stay long enough to completely study the scenery while I snuck pass a open door leading into a room that held some girls sitting around a make shift table.
When I reached a room that had a window I heard something that made me stop in my tracks, my blood froze as I realized that the sound were dying down and than it was pure silence.
I eyed the window, somehow it was mocking me on how it was possibly the only escape was a few feet away from me and yet it was so far. Whatever or whoever was here would catch me, whether it was just one field agent a whole battalion of soldiers they would be upon me at any moment.
With this thought in my head I spurred forward and ran as fast my legs could carry me, the window was so close. How ironic is it that I should feel a sharp pain in my back, it was kind of like back at Macmainerbery only I was feeling drowse and I was loosing my balance.
I fell down hard and, despite the effort on my part of fighting, they manage to drag me out.
Once outside I felt myself fell into the darkness.
Gyrphon let out a curse as he finally pulled up to see a black van and a couple of riot geared figures, they were carrying somebody with a black cloth drab over their head. From this scene he knew someone else captured his prize.
With a grimace at the thought of the paperwork for his failure, he placed the car into reverse and pulled away.