'If I'm caught, I am so screwed,' I thought, wincing as the door slammed shut behind me. Darn old houses and their rickety doors.343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3tOY572uxt
Thankfully, no light appeared in the curtains, meaning my father hadn't woken. Sneaking out hasn't been easy lately after he installed a lock on the front door so it's a wonder I can even make it outside tonight.
Breathing out a sigh, I hiked up the large bag on my shoulder and darted across the front lawn. A lamppost cast long beacons of light into the street and I flitted around them, hovering in the shadows. Across the street was a forest that hid my place of solace. It only took seconds for me to disappear into the dark leaves.
The night whispered meaningless secrets in my ears and distracted me for a moment. No birds chirped at the late hour and there wasn't a sign of living creatures. Only the trees rustled overhead and the stars twinkled in the sky. In that moment I reckon I heard a wolf bay out into the desolate night but alas, it was only a figment of my imagination.
A silence covered the deserted path I took to the warehouse; while it made most people feel creeped out, I was comfortable in the fact that I was alone. Nothing could make me more secure than knowing I was alone in the world. While others revel in the company of others, I do enjoy being away from society– try thousands of feet away.
From behind me, the snap of a twig brought me out of my reverie. Spinning around to see what, or who, had followed me, I saw a barren path. The only difference was the lone twig snapped in half, directly laying in my boot print. No other sounds seemed out of the normal so I merely shrugged and strode forward, even if the feeling of a person watching matched stride for stride.
The chilled air wove around my legs, seeping in through every non-existent hole of my jeans and leaving its scars. Maybe I shouldn't wear jeans that'll chafe in these circumstances. I really need to consider shaving my legs if I don't. 'Oh what am I even saying?'
Parting the thorn bushes, I step out to see the medicine to my constant pain. An old warehouse seemingly deserted to the outside watcher, is the only haven I have left. But now, I heard plans of the Prima knocking this down so there goes my last savior.
Creeeeaaak.
Again, I winced at the loud creaking of a door and hoped that nobody is even close to the warehouse. Stepping inside, I breathed out and gazed at the beautiful base I have made.
A computer hung from a low rafter, barely missing the top of a cable box atop a power generator. Wires ran from every surface, taking in outside information and placing them on monitors in the back. Little screens popped up wherever I walked pressuring me for my information. They followed insistently, and I swiped them away, frowning as they only glitched out.
Piles of boxes come into my vision, and remind me of the following work. Hauling all of this out without a trace will be heaps of fun. Doesn't help that my deadline is tonight and I'll be dead if they knew I had even set a foot in this place. Cracking my spine and rolling out my shoulders, I got to work.
I dragged the monitors on the stones below, cursing at the loud screeches it created in the quiet atmosphere. Cables are yanked out, wound up and thrown into a box and computers disassembled. The screens fizzled out as I unplugged the massive generator, not noticing a warning on their screens. My 128-bit tablet got stuffed into a box with nothing but screws and nails.
An hour passed and now half of my existence is sealed away. When a loud clank came from behind me, I froze with the box of hard drives. Not a muscle dared to move in the tense air. 'Oh god,' I thought and cursed my luck. 'If someone had followed me, I'll be dead by morning. Nobody would miss me other than sweet Andrea and Elliot. My dad might even throw a celebration party. They wouldn't know anything that I'd done. I'd just disappear and nobody would even notice.' My breathing quickened and the muscles in my chest clenched together. A deep desperation arose among my racing mind and a hollow pit opened in my stomach. Every inch of me filled with dread.
Shadows began moving in my peripheral vision but when I turned they vanished. Now I knew what other people experienced when they visited here. I swore that if I came out of this alive I would stop being so asocial and get a life.
'Is it just me or are the walls moving in closer?'
The projector came crashing down unexpectedly in the middle of my panic and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Freak," I mumbled and shook off the irrational notion. Looking up, I saw the cable holding it had been severed cleanly in the middle.
'Okay, new plan. Get the devil out of here.'
Setting down the open cube, I high-tailed my way to the closed door. I risked a glance behind me and hoped it was my imagination making that shadow move closer.
'What the–' I shook the door furiously, and it only groaned. It's locked from the outside and I did not have a clue as to why it was. Pure fear set in. Everything blurred and as I started to turn, something hit the back of my neck.
Pain exploded in every nerve and adrenaline was the only thing keeping me from passing out right then and there. I rammed an elbow back, only for it to hit an unyielding surface. That did nothing to help me escape and nor did the arms holding me by my shoulders. They shook me back and forth, hitting my head on the door over and over. Every part of me hurt like a wrecking ball hit me. I think I groaned, but it was too loud to make anything out. Ringing had found its way back into my ear drums and the pain was fading to a dull ache.
When the edges of my vision began to fade, the arms released me and I stumbled forward to the ground. I hardly could make out the outline of shoes in the fuzziness of my sight. At that moment, the world erupted in darkness.
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