Heart pounding, head throbbing, I ran from my followers. Three fully armed men sprinted after me, unable to keep my pace. Bullets pierced the walls surrounding me. The facility I was held in was full of twists and turns everywhere. Hopefully, I could lose them in the maze they called home.
The men that were chasing me were the special service guys that picked me up when they found out who I was, a supernatural. My family and I were just spending a normal Saturday afternoon laying on the couch when someone slammed against the door. I had never told my parents what I was, so shock lit their faces as they put restraints on me, dragged me into the van, and drove away with no explanation left behind. I couldn’t think about that now, though. I had to focus on running.
As I rounded the corner, I came to a huge pit a good 30 feet deep. I recognized it as the entrance to the underground walkways they showed me when I first arrived. Hesitating for only a split second, I jumped into the darkness. Being supernatural, I can handle pain 10 times better than any regular human could. The men would never think to make this jump, and it would take enough time to get away as it would for them to climb the ladder. Soaring through the air, hair being whipped around by the wind, a smile of pride began to form on my face. Maybe I can finally get out of here.
My legs fell out from under me as soon as they hit the ground, brief pain shooting up my legs. My back slammed against the cold, dusty floor, rolling a few feet away from where I landed. Cursing, I brushed the dust from my black clothing, trying to make sense of where I was. I began to jog through the dimly lit caved walls. I wasn’t sure where I was going or how I could get out, but I was about to figure it all out.
Breathing heavy, I slowed my pace to a walk, trying to find my way through the passageways as the light began to die out the farther I walked. Sadly, my paranormalcy didn’t gift me with the ability to see in the dark, so I was about as powerless as a human. I walked slowly, hand stretched out feeling for a wall in the darkness, searching for anything to guide me. Relief pulsed through me as I found the cold, damp wall. Why could they possibly need these caverness walkways underneath their facility?
“Stop,” a gruff, raspy voice yelled. My blood turned cold, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I’ve been caught. My instinct was to run, but I couldn’t see far enough in front of me to be able to make it too far. I slowly turned around, heart pumping loudly, straining to see the eyes of my capturer.
A flame ignited suddenly, light sucking away the darkness like a vacuum. The face of the boy hovered over the flame, shadows from it dancing across his cheeks. He was a lot younger than I thought he was when hearing his voice; he couldn’t be any older than me. His face was defined, which suited him well. My eyes fell to his toned, muscular arms, and stopped at the tattoo in the inside of his forearm. It was the same one I had on the back of my shoulder. I contained a gasp.
“Who are you,” I whispered curiously, eyes meeting his.
“I’m Max, but you aren’t in any situation to be asking the questions. I could ask you the same thing.”
“That’s of no concern to you,” I snapped, afraid he would turn me in and I would be forced into the cell again.
“Look, let’s just make this easier. I saw your tattoo. I know you’re a supernatural like me. I’m not going to turn you in. You can obviously trust me since I’m one of our kind. So again I might ask, what’s your name,” he questioned, almost sounding bored.
“Alexandria. Call me Alex. What are you doing down here? You should be in your cell if you’re one of me.”
“Wow, you’re good at asking questions that could also be asked to you. I was tired of this place, tried to get out, and came here. You made it pretty easy, making a scene like you did,” he said casually. I could feel the heat rush to my face.
“Well, I still escaped, and I helped you. I think you owe me a thank you.”
“I’m not a very thankful person, so good luck getting that out of me,” he replied, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. “We better get moving. I hear them coming.”
Dogs barking began to touch my ears, grdually becoming louder. The beams of the flashlights bounced off the walls around us. They were closer than I thought. I took off running wthout hesitating to see if Max was behind me.
He evetually caught up to me as we reached a smaller pit. Our eyes met questioningly.
“You’re gonna have to trust me,” he yelled, the noise of the dogs and men pounding in our ears. We jumped, again the rush of adrenaline filling me up and making me feel fantastic. My feet hit the ground, but I was ready this time, running a few steps to keep my balance.
“Stop!” At least 10 armed men come out and circle me, guns pointed in my direction. I looked at Max, only to see a look of pride in his face instead of the fear I was sure shined on mine.
“I thought you were one of us! You have the tattoo,” I screamed at him, fury boiling my blood. I felt a sharp pin prick on my neck, and my vision began to fade. The last thing I heard was Max say, “Silly Alex, anyone can get a tattoo to look like yours,” and him chuckle as I the room turned to black.
The men that were chasing me were the special service guys that picked me up when they found out who I was, a supernatural. My family and I were just spending a normal Saturday afternoon laying on the couch when someone slammed against the door. I had never told my parents what I was, so shock lit their faces as they put restraints on me, dragged me into the van, and drove away with no explanation left behind. I couldn’t think about that now, though. I had to focus on running.
As I rounded the corner, I came to a huge pit a good 30 feet deep. I recognized it as the entrance to the underground walkways they showed me when I first arrived. Hesitating for only a split second, I jumped into the darkness. Being supernatural, I can handle pain 10 times better than any regular human could. The men would never think to make this jump, and it would take enough time to get away as it would for them to climb the ladder. Soaring through the air, hair being whipped around by the wind, a smile of pride began to form on my face. Maybe I can finally get out of here.
My legs fell out from under me as soon as they hit the ground, brief pain shooting up my legs. My back slammed against the cold, dusty floor, rolling a few feet away from where I landed. Cursing, I brushed the dust from my black clothing, trying to make sense of where I was. I began to jog through the dimly lit caved walls. I wasn’t sure where I was going or how I could get out, but I was about to figure it all out.
Breathing heavy, I slowed my pace to a walk, trying to find my way through the passageways as the light began to die out the farther I walked. Sadly, my paranormalcy didn’t gift me with the ability to see in the dark, so I was about as powerless as a human. I walked slowly, hand stretched out feeling for a wall in the darkness, searching for anything to guide me. Relief pulsed through me as I found the cold, damp wall. Why could they possibly need these caverness walkways underneath their facility?
“Stop,” a gruff, raspy voice yelled. My blood turned cold, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I’ve been caught. My instinct was to run, but I couldn’t see far enough in front of me to be able to make it too far. I slowly turned around, heart pumping loudly, straining to see the eyes of my capturer.
A flame ignited suddenly, light sucking away the darkness like a vacuum. The face of the boy hovered over the flame, shadows from it dancing across his cheeks. He was a lot younger than I thought he was when hearing his voice; he couldn’t be any older than me. His face was defined, which suited him well. My eyes fell to his toned, muscular arms, and stopped at the tattoo in the inside of his forearm. It was the same one I had on the back of my shoulder. I contained a gasp.
“Who are you,” I whispered curiously, eyes meeting his.
“I’m Max, but you aren’t in any situation to be asking the questions. I could ask you the same thing.”
“That’s of no concern to you,” I snapped, afraid he would turn me in and I would be forced into the cell again.
“Look, let’s just make this easier. I saw your tattoo. I know you’re a supernatural like me. I’m not going to turn you in. You can obviously trust me since I’m one of our kind. So again I might ask, what’s your name,” he questioned, almost sounding bored.
“Alexandria. Call me Alex. What are you doing down here? You should be in your cell if you’re one of me.”
“Wow, you’re good at asking questions that could also be asked to you. I was tired of this place, tried to get out, and came here. You made it pretty easy, making a scene like you did,” he said casually. I could feel the heat rush to my face.
“Well, I still escaped, and I helped you. I think you owe me a thank you.”
“I’m not a very thankful person, so good luck getting that out of me,” he replied, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. “We better get moving. I hear them coming.”
Dogs barking began to touch my ears, grdually becoming louder. The beams of the flashlights bounced off the walls around us. They were closer than I thought. I took off running wthout hesitating to see if Max was behind me.
He evetually caught up to me as we reached a smaller pit. Our eyes met questioningly.
“You’re gonna have to trust me,” he yelled, the noise of the dogs and men pounding in our ears. We jumped, again the rush of adrenaline filling me up and making me feel fantastic. My feet hit the ground, but I was ready this time, running a few steps to keep my balance.
“Stop!” At least 10 armed men come out and circle me, guns pointed in my direction. I looked at Max, only to see a look of pride in his face instead of the fear I was sure shined on mine.
“I thought you were one of us! You have the tattoo,” I screamed at him, fury boiling my blood. I felt a sharp pin prick on my neck, and my vision began to fade. The last thing I heard was Max say, “Silly Alex, anyone can get a tattoo to look like yours,” and him chuckle as I the room turned to black.