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The One that got away
Chapter 1 Intro
I slowly walked down the rain covered streets, my feet splashing in the smooth crystal puddles distorting their earlier perfection. So lost in my muse about how life wasn't worth living, I didn't notice the hand that came down and tightly yet with a hint of gentleness, grasp my shoulder. Following the hand up to the large bold chest I meet the stern face of the officer known as officer Mc.Barns.
"What are you doing out so late again Van?" his bellowing voice rumbled, the large hand tightening on my shoulder when I nervously shifted away.
"Just going out for a walk" I mumbled sir after sarcastically, knowing he wouldn't take offence to my rudeness like some of the other officers.
"You know I can't let you get away?" He said, in a way that was more of a question then a statement.
When no sound came he leaned closer to my face, the clean smell of aftershave filling my senses. The grip on my shoulder slowly becoming tighter borderline on pain. "Are you going to run today, Van?" He asked. Replying with a cheeky grin I answered with my textbook phrase that I had now made my own. "Only if you're up to it… sir"
He gave a long breath and briefly closed his eyes; an annoyed sigh left his lips. "Why do you always run?"
I contemplated saying 'I need the exercise' but ended up saying the normal response of "Because it's the only thing I can do to get away."
Mc.Barns reached down for his cuffs and I saw my chance, it always happened in slow motion for me, right before I started to escape everything happened as if I was underwater, slow and sluggish. I waited for the usual "I'm sorry about this Van" and then lashed out kicking him in the knee cap, the grip loosened. I twisted with agility, the excitement rising in my gut when I felt the large hand slide of.
The vast street was my habitat the concrete was my dirt, the bustling city full of skyscrapers and cars was my playground, and I was its king.
Once I was a good distance from Mr.Barns I quickly glanced back, smiling in satisfaction as he stumbled after me. Glad that I slowed him down yet still didn't seriously injure his leg. Mr.Barns was one of the nice ones, and a personal rule I had was to never cripple someone that was nice to me.
I was almost a block away when I felt a prick on my neck, without slowing my grueling pace I raised my hand to my neck and felt the wet feeling of blood.
'Damn!' I inwardly cursed, sniffing the blood and recognizing the tangy sent of sedative. I quickly ran into an ally and crouched behind a garbage can trying to fight the drugs effects but failing miserably. As darkness crept into me I repeated the phrase that I did every time this happened, the first thing I was told when I came to
Gaea "Everyone try's to run but no one has gotten away." One day, I silently promised myself I'll be the one that does.
I always woke up halfway to the facility; In the back of their traditional black van I affectionately call the 'chariots of hell.' Not once have I been sedated the whole was through the trip, must be afraid to over drug me, can't work if I'm doped up, my cynical humor chimed. I would be punished again, that was inevitable and my 'quiet time' reduced. The only good thing was food rations and bed time was never tampered with, considering that was a good thing it accented how much my life sucked.
I was blindfolded and pushed violently from the can; I already knew were I was going because they did this all the time. Whenever I entered or left the building I was blindfolded a useless precaution because if I ever got out theirs no way in hell I would ever go back.
I could always make it away from the catchers but after the chase was done I would always be tracked down, I wouldn't be surprised if I was implanted with a tracker.
After ten minutes of being blindly lead I was halted to a stop and pushed into a room. Pulling my blindfold off with my now released hands I looked around my 'home'. A small army cot was pushed against one wall of my plain four by seven room.
The thick three inch metal door slammed shut, the room plunged into darkness. I went and sat down on my bed, the springs poking into me, shifting positions the bed squeaked under my weight.
Dilandau the 'Warden' would be coming by to give me my punishment, he was a cynical man especially considering he was the owner of Gaea
The door creaked open and the large muscular form of Dilandau appeared a metal tipped whip in hand.
"Your going to have to stop doing this Van" Dilandau
mumbled no hint of sympathy in his voice "How many lashes this time, ten or should we make it fifteen for good measure?"
A/N god I really have to stop making up new stories it just gets me in more trouble… but tell me what you think, and yes everything will be explained latter I won't leave you in the dark forever.
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