Annie POV

I sat in the cell, looking out between the bars, seeing the light coming in from the bottom of the closed door. I held it in my hand. Something they hadn't known about.

A knife. I hadn't been forced to use it yet, nor had I had the opportunity to, but today was the day. Diego told me to use it only in necessary situations. A gift, he'd said, for self-defense. But now was the time for offense. If I needed it.

I slapped the button on the cell wall, which sent a signal to one of my captors to come and let me loose to use the bathroom. Slow footsteps came down the hall, trudging. Stopping in front of the door, a key jiggled in the lock, and it creaked open.

Marta. The old, fat one. Hated her. She was a prune.

'Good morning, Marta.', I said, in my sweetest voice possible, faking it. She walked through the room slowly wearing a grumpy face, and then smiled sarcastically for half a second. The keys then went into the cell door, turning.

'Gotta' piss or crap?', she said, mumbling like I was wasting her time. I folded my hands in front of my chest, still smiling, killing her with drippingly fake kindness.

'Oh, Marta, I've gotta' take such a dump.', I said, knowing the details would annoy her. 'I've been super constipated all week but, man, those bran muffins from the cafeteria yesterday.', I said, rubbing my lower stomach. 'More details?'

'Shut your face.', she said, swinging the door open for me.

Perfect.

The plan was working out exactly as it was supposed to.

'Go ahead.', she said, opening the bathroom door.

I walked in, smiling brightly at her.

She shut the door on me. I sat down over the toilet and started running the water. She couldn't hear this next part.

I bent over the toilet, sticking a finger down my throat until the gag came and the vomit flowed up. Right into the toilet bowl. Ignoring my disgust, I dug around until I found the precious contents I was looking for.

Shaking the liquid off my hand, I cleaned off the valuable little piece of metal and plastic, an access chip. The last time Felix was in here, kissing me against my will, I'd swallowed it. And hoping that it wouldn't digest before it was too late, I made my plan.

This access chip would get me into the room I needed. The tube room. From there, I would speedily send a message to code name 'Mr. Five', and then wait. They'd get me back. I knew it.

Looking up in the mirror, I saw a glowing blue figure behind me. My face instantly drooped in annoyance.

'Lucas.', I grumbled.

'There's my favorite psychotic medium girl.', he said, putting his hands on his hips.

I groaned. 'I'd really enjoy it if you'd come back at a more convenient time.', I said, rushing to wash my hands off.

'And I'd really like to be alive, guess we're both screwed.', he said, laughing evilly. He shrugged his shoulders. 'What are you doing anyway?'

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

'Something that you're going to screw up for me if you don't leave me alone.'

He threw his ghostly hands up. 'I'm just curious.'

'Go and be curious about something else.'

'I don't have a body without you.', he said, explaining.

'Lucas, honey.', I said, flushing the toilet. 'I'm gonna' get stuck here forever if you can't just let me work.'

There was a huge, pounding series of knocks on the door.

'Who the heck'r you talkin' to?', Marta barked, impatient.

'Alright alright, I'll leave.', Lucas said. He disappeared into thin air, bringing me relief.

I came out of the door as the toilet finished flushing, giving her another sarcastic smile.

'Your dead husband.', I said, grinning in her face. She looked appalled and grabbed my arm to lead me back into the cell. Little did she know, I had a bad little baby up my sleeve, ready to roll.

'Ya' little freak.' She mumbled. 'What's that dead beat doin' these days?'

I jerked myself loose from her arms.

'Not sure, why don't you ask him yourself?', I said as I ripped the knife into her neck, covering her entire torso with a thick layer of hot red crimson.

She choked, and I pushed her down, finishing her off with a slight tap of my left pointer finger. Not enough to knock me out, but plenty enough power to finish her off. Without slipping in her flowing pool of blood, I bounded out the door, wiping the knife on my shirt as I ran.

And as I ran down the hall, I completely forgot that there was a surveillance desk halfway down it. When I bounded past it, a man shouted at me, beckoning aggressively for me to come back. I stopped, knowing he was no match for me, and raised my hands up in submission as he walked towards me slowly with a gun.

'Lucas?', I said, calling him out.

'What'd you say?', the man said, continuing towards me, holding me at gunpoint.

'Oh, so NOW you want me?', he mumbled, appearing at my side.

'Just cooperate, Luc.', I said, mumbling.

'Who're you talking to?', the man said, visibly shaking.

'Can I get a hand?', I said, remaining still.

'Gladly.', Lucas said, and I turned and ran, leaving the guy to Lucas. Several shots fired out and I dodged them as I ran, then they ceased. I heard a bone crack, a horrifying crunch.

The man laid on the ground, his head laying at an unnatural angle.

'Where'd you learn to crack necks like that?', I asked him as he ran along side me in a blue blur, already knowing the answer but asking anyway for effect.

He smirked over at me as we ran. 'I was raised by an assassin, baby.'

There weren't any posts for a while. I ran down the hall, careful to make my footsteps light. I stopped, taking off my shoes, in efforts to keep in even quieter.

The main hall. How stupid of them to keep a holding area so close to the heart of the place?

Just a few bounds to the tube room. So close. I was ready for this. I held the knife close to my wrist, sneaking in. Everyone was at breakfast, leaving the halls majorly empty.

The room buzzed with mechanical beeps and bops as I snuck in slowly, being met by Gloria's gaze. Her eyes grew wide as I ran quietly at her, fitting my hand over her mouth before she could get a scream out. I calmly caressed her face with the tip of my finger again, knocking her unconscious.

Five knew that my powers could be lessened or intensified with practice. It was all a scale. Practice. I hadn't seen the point of the training at first, but I understood now. The most useful power I had.

Quickly I sat down in her rolling chair, pulling myself up to the typewriter on the desk. I clicked my fingers across the keys.

'Being held at commission. Need rescue. – An', I typed onto the blank slip of paper. I printed another piece, labeling a fresh tube parcel with Five's name. The tube system would get it sent to him, wherever he was.

I was being as quick as possible. Adrenaline surged through my veins, forcing me to work with my skin crawling. I jumped up from the chair, sticking it quickly down a tube, closing the flap, and sending it off. I breathed a sigh of relief.

'Does this mean you'll get out now?', Lucas said, reappearing at my side.

'If your dad can manage it.', I mumbled.

I looked over my shoulder, hearing a tap of a heeled shoe, and my heart dropped.

There stood Lila, dressed in a sleek black dress, grinning at me maniacally.

'This isn't protocol, now is it?', she said, leaning against the door frame as she smiled.

And I narrowed my eyes, swallowing, and my knife fell from my grasp.

'Is she bad?', Lucas whispered, scared himself.

I nodded slowly.

'She's real bad.'