Chapter 5
Escape
Filled with new determination, May once again made the painful trip of climbing out of bed. Trying her best to walk, she headed towards the door to examine the lock.
Upon looking at the thing, May laughed a bit, "If only I had my credit card."
The lock wasn't anything special; May hoped that the rest of this place was the same. Looking around for something to pry the door with, May noticed a bathroom off to the left. Curious, she headed into that room and out the bedroom. The bathroom was impressive to say the least. It was coated with white marble tiles and lavender towels. Everything was spotless, from the sinks, to the glass shower, and to the bathtub that might have well been a spa.
Turing to the ebony drawers, May quickly opened them in hopes of finding something useful.
"Hairspray."
"Hairspray."
"Moooore hairspray."
"Gosh how much- ugh, never mind"
The agent tore through three more drawers before finding her ticket out- a retainer.
"Sorry that I'm not sorry," smirked May as she ripped the metal off of the plastic retainer.
She then molded the metal into a key-like shape using the back end of a pair of nail scissors. Looking at her finished work, May could've almost cried.
"I could kiss you my little key... Except for the fact that you spent your whole life in Marik's mouth," she cooed.
Joyfully and almost floating, May pranced to the door and jammed the "key" into the keyhole.
Click.
May grinned, and gingerly pushed the door open and closed it behind her.
Great, I love dark creepy hallways... she thought looking at her surroundings,
Taking off in the darkest parts of the hallway, the agent began her escape. Not too far down the corridor, May began to hear voices coming closer. Panicked, she ran into the nearest room and closed the door behind her. To her dismay, she noticed a purple cloaked man and hid behind an outstretch of wall. It was too late though; the man had noticed the door and began to curiously walk near May's hiding spot. Plastered in place, May felt the wall for something-anything! Her fingertips felt something cool and metal. Turning, May took a closer look at what she had found and smiled. The man rounded the wall and looked at the agent in shock.
"Hey there," she smugly giggled before whacking him with a bright-red fire extinguisher.
May watched the man fall to the ground and muttered, "Believe me, that hurt me more than you."
She rubbed her tender arms and wasted no time dragging the henchman onto his bed. She took his purple cloak and made it her own, it was about a size or two bigger than her- but May didn't mind. Next, she checked the formerly purple-cloaked man for any weapons.
"Weapons? ...No. Weapons? ...No. Oh look a walkie-talkie. Weapons? Man, this guy is useless..."
Man searched one last pocket and found a bag of skittles.
"I take that back, your pretty awesome."
Walking out the door with a determined stride, May hoped that she was one step closer to freedom. No sooner did she exit the door did she bump into one of the cloaked men.
"Hey you!" the man yelled.
Oh crap, caught already, thought May.
"How come you aren't at your post? Get to work!"
The cloaked man pointed May into the direction of what she assumed was "her post".
"Err- right, not sure what came over me, but I'm on it," May said sternly, making the extra effort to sound like one of them.
The other man nodded and May began to walk in the direction where she was pointed... until the cloaked man was out of site- after that, May dashed down the hall, turning into what appeared to be a prison corridor.
Well, thought May, better start here if I'm going to find my crew.
May peeped her head into the small window located at the top of one of the doors. She scanned the room with squinted eyes, but, frankly, it was too dimly lit to be able to see a thing. May sighed, disappointment clear on her face. She peeped into the next window, to see if she could spot anything.
Out of the corner of her eyes, May saw a light... a glowing, ominous light. May put her ear to the glass window, trying with all her might to hear any kind of sound. Before long, she thought she heard a small voice; a voice mumbling something May just couldn't catch. The brunette pressed her ears harder into the wall, wishing so badly that she had her equipment.
Suddenly, the mumbles of the door ceased and May was left in utter silence. May, stuck with determination, looked down at the lock on the door, and jammed the retainer key into it, and after several minutes of different combinations, she silently opened the door...
"Bandage rapping...?"
Ai said with a bit less enthusiasm than the time before; she froze when she noticed that the girl was not in her bed.
"Hello...?" Ai paced around the room, looking in the bathroom as well, for any sign of the brunette. In a panic, Ai bolted for the door- only to hear the murmurs and footsteps of men close by.
Quickly, Ai went to the bed and stuffed the covers in an attempt make it look like someone was there. Before she had another moment to rethink, Ai jumped into the wardrobe, hiding from the man that slipped into the room.
"...May...?"
Ai strained her ears to hear the man, walking toward what Ai assumed was the bed.
"May I..."
There was a pause, and then Ai heard footsteps run off; the man ran away.
When Ai assumed it was safe to leave, she hesitantly opened up the wardrobe and stepped outside. She ran out the door and through the dark halls, but not without a certain cloaked figure noticing.