My charade ended faster than I would have liked. Waiting at the door was a white coat I recognized, the one I had expected to see earlier that morning for our usual blood samples. He was a tall man with tan skin and dark hair. As soon as he saw me his forehead creased in confusion.
"What is this?" he demanded. "We asked for experiment eleven."
"And I've brought her to you," the blonde woman said, giving a light smile. She obviously wasn't picking up on the vibes that she'd screwed up yet. I, on the other hand, was picking up on that and many other vibes. I wasn't the one they wanted here. But maybe, just maybe, this could be my chance to escape. If I could get out, regroup, come up with a plan, I had no doubt in my mind that I could come back and break the others out before their executions. But that all involved getting away first.
"Her?" the male white coat demanded. "This thing is not a her, do you understand me? It is an experiment. Experiment eight, to be exact. Not experiment eleven!" By now little miss new comer had certainly picked up on the fact she'd been lied to. She exchanged a shock look between me and the other white coat.
"But…but I mean…" She consulted her clipboard again, her skin growing paler by the second. Had the circumstances been different, and I mean vastly different, I may have felt a little bad for her. But they weren't, so I didn't. Finally, the woman looked up to the other white coat again. "Sir, I didn't mean to…"
"What's the hold up?" The three of us turned to see another white coat at a doorway, looking over at as with an aggravated expression.
"Just a bit of a mix up," the male white coat called over. Well, if ever there was a chance, this was it. With his back turned and her pouring desperately over her pages, I turned and took off running down the hall.
"Hey!" I heard from the man in the doorway. I didn't bother looking back, I knew what he was yelling about. Instead, I kept running, as fast as I could, in hopes of finding an exit.
This wasn't the first time I'd tried to escape. There had been multiple opportunities that the others and I have taken full advantage of. Ash and I got very close one day, making it all the way to the parking lot before the Erasers fell on us. If we had only gotten our wings open in time we would have been free, but we were too slow. Not this time, this time I had to make it.
I would have made it, too. I had the door in my line of sight, could hear the rain pounding just outside. I would have made it, if a door hadn't opened to the right of me just as I was about to pass, hitting me smack in the forehead and stopping me dead in my tracks. Immediately the male white coat from before was there, grabbing my arms and forcing me to stay down. I screamed and kicked and did everything I could possible think of to get away, but it was too late. Other white coats were coming, one of them holding a needle. I barely felt it go into my arm, but the effects were immediate. My screams were chocked off and my muscles turned stiff until I could hardly move at all. I felt myself be picked up off the ground and carried down the hall, back where I knew I would have no chance of escape.
And there was nothing I could do about it.