Emotions.
He had always told me to follow my emotions. Had once promised that they would always guide me to the right path.
Even now, years after he had passed away by my hand, I find myself wondering how the hell I was supposed to do that when I had none. What emotions was I to follow when he had made sure that I had none by the time he had left me?
What was I to follow now?
Cursing softly under my breath, I ducked aside just in time to miss the bullet that was now embedded into the wall right where my head had been only moments before. Without pause, working with the motion of my body, I flung myself to the right and continued down the hall, paying close attention to the sounds of shouting behind me. The alarm sounded not a moment later and I found myself cursing even more viciously than before.
This was supposed to be a simple mission. How had it gone so terribly wrong? If my calculations were correct, I was nowhere near that control room I was supposed to hacking into. Nowhere near the witnesses that I was supposed to be executing. Damn it, I wasn’t even near enough to the exit to get myself safely the hell out of this place.
Plan B.
Ignoring all precautions, I dashed down the hall and made for the first window I saw. Without a second thought, I dived towards it; my arms crossed before my face and managed to break my way through the glass. The piercing of my skin did little to distract me as I made impact with the ground just five stories from my exit point. With little but a grunt however, I was on my feet the instant after landing and dashing away into the forest, leaving behind the loud warning sirens to echo behind me.
The only thought in my mind at the moment was to keep moving. Keep running. I could not allow myself to be caught. I could not jeopardize my cover. The pain that should be racing through my muscles did not even register in my mind. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
It looks like you succeeded after all you b*****d.
 D i c h o t i c · Mon Jul 07, 2008 @ 04:42am · 0 Comments |
