Tory Brennen:
I woke up on the hard ground. I sat up and the back of my head throbbed and pounded like someone was taking a slug hammer to it. As I sat up I looked around, one window high above my head. Coming through the window was the bright blue Charleston sky and little fluffly clouds floated by.
How…ironic…
Of course a closer look at the windows made my heart sink. Steel bars covered the window.
Of course. I sighed to myself. How cliché. Whoever had brought me here was not original.
The room was all cement. Floor, walls, ceiling. Beams ran every eight feet. The only thing that wasn't cement was a metal door with a metal cut out. The whole thing was scary.
Where was I?
I looked around again. There was one dark corner. I stood up feeling a small pull to the corner.
There was a shuffle.
My heart raced. I felt it coming. The flare was pulling at me. I let come. Whatever was over there was too scared to think straight, so that provided me a small advantage over whatever it was. I let the flare fill me up and pain shot through me.
SNAP
The flare sped through me. Unleashing my senses. My nose was picking up things that I would never have picked up otherwise. A sour smell rushed my nose like a linebacker, the smell of fear.
I walked slowly toward the smell, adrenaline running. As I came closer and closer to the smell, the sound of someone trying to get away became louder, and I smelled tears.
Seeing the silhouette, I knelt down and looked into the face of something small.
The face that belonged to a little curly blonde haired and gray eyed five year old girl.