The sounds were muffled as she returned to consciousness. She was being dragged through a half empty building. Knees hurt, bleeding, and covered in dirt from being hauled across concrete floors. She blinked. Once. Twice, but she could not seem to return to perfect consciousness. Her body felt drowsy. Eyes traveled in every which direction trying to locate her position. Her vision started going black and blurry. Dizziness and confusion followed. Something like a flashback the corners of her eyes felt cloudy, limbs unresponsive. White walls. White walls and shuddering windows was all she could really make out. She spoke words, not even she could understand. Words that sounded more like groans. Her eyes trailed back and forth from the men that were dragging her. They wore white lab coats with a fine shade of blue outlining. One of then caught her gaze. She could see his teeth as he grinned down at her.
She pulled her heels from underneath her to come to an abrupt stop. Their stifled laughter was muffled, somewhat intensified, as she adopted the best fighting stance she could manage. One of the swung at her. Her face turned with the blow. A small trail of blood now outlined her lip, but the blow seemed to revitalize her senses. She smiled cocking her head giving of a sense of weakness. He turned to the other man who was sharing his laughter. She lifted her foot and kicked him in the stomach. The attack sent the man flying a few feet back down the hall. At the motion the other man charged at her. She curled her fingers into a fist striking him in the throat. He bent over coughing for air.
She found herself gliding across the halls with an uncountable determination. Images still distorted as she moves, she relies on her other senses to guide her through the hallways. The mud she had brought with her is being absorbed by the floor as she walked. A loud buzzing fills the air shocks of panic enter her blood stream. She places her foot on the window frame and crawls up the wall. Haven performed perfect splits across the hall both her feet on separate walls facing each other. She extended one hand back for balance and the other forwards holding on to sprinkler. She watched as soldiers ran underneath her completely oblivious to her presence. Two men in lab coats followed.
"Toby?" She blinks.
Haven witnessed as they carried him across glass double doors. It took a while but as soon as they had disappeared into the hallway she came down and proceeded to her destination. Her eyes shift but as soon as she regains composure she knows what to do. She bursts through the glass doors and kicks the first guard across the face knocking him unconscious. Haven turns around and locks the glass doors to keep anyone from attacking her from behind. They were held shut by a thick metal bar. A small cleaning cart rolls unattended through the halls until she kicks it towards the next guard that came after her. One more man wearing black and carrying weapons rushes in. She slides underneath him hitting him hard on the groin causing him to fall over in pain. She pulls Toby behind her.
"There are some things, I might've failed to mention." He whispered.
"Really?"
He followed her sprint through the vast halls. She listened to his words taking in every bit of information she could manage. By the way he spoke, it was all truth. Youtubers being taken from their homes. Disappearing never to be seen again. He mentioned being taken to the same facility they were in, but escaping. She pulled Toby into a closet.
"You mean to tell me these people are kidnapping youtubers, for no reason." She whispered.
"Oh, no, there is a reason."
"Okay what is it?" She hissed turning to face him.
She turned away from the door focusing all her attention on Toby as he spoke. The door opened with a click and she found herself being pulled back to the hallway. Whoever it was held Haven by her neck and dragged her out. She kicked and turned, but soon enough she lost consciousness.