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Disclaimers: Despite my efforts I still don’t own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. The only thing I can lay claim to is this story, which is a product of my fairly odd imagination.
Warnings: Well this part is definitely not for the faint of heart or faint of stomach. ^-^
Innocence Lost, Blackness Ensues Part 11

Written by: P_M

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The Blackness was everywhere.

It was back, surrounding me, engulfing me in its presence.

For some reason I wasn’t scared this time. Something about the sea of darkness was almost comforting this time, silent and dark it was like a tomb.

Yet I felt at peace, I felt free, unburdened.

Looking down at my body I was surprised to see that I was naked. Gone were the bloodstained and torn clothes I had been wearing, gone were the weapons I had stashed in every possible place in that clothing.

It wasn’t only my clothes that had disappeared though, my wounds, the many bloody, painful wounds I had received had also vanished. Not even scar tissue marked where they had once marred the pale, smooth flesh.

Was I dreaming?

What was going on?

The blackness was unending, it stretched out for miles in every direction. Unlike my previous times in this mysterious place, I wasn’t floating. I could feel the weight of my body and solidness beneath my bare, sensitive feet.

Experimentally I lifted a foot, my brows knit together in confusion at the amount of effort it took to raise that one foot. As strong as I was from all of my training, my foot had become heavy to me, like a child trying to lift a cinderblock. Narrowing my eyes in concentration I continued to raise my foot and then slowly put it in front of the other foot. Along with the confusion came paranoia.

Why was my foot so heavy?

Looking down at I feet I wiggled my toes, their movement seemed slow and awkward, almost as if the tiny digits were carrying out an intricate dance that they couldn’t quite do.

Raising my eyes I again surveyed the never-ending night that surrounded me. Was this the same blackness I had been in before? Or was I somewhere else?
I suddenly realized that I was quite tired, an overpowering need to go to sleep settled upon me. It was if I was being urged by an invisible force to close my eyes, to succumb…

But to succumb to what?

The early sense of peace again returned banishing the paranoia and the confusion. Blinking my eyes I yawned slowly giving in to the need to sleep. With a quiet sigh I slid to the floor and was asleep.

I was unaware of how much time passed before I woke back up, but then time was irrelevant here it seemed. Confusion settled in as I jumped up to my feet…
Where was I? Had I really woken up again? Or had I always been asleep till now?

Scrunching up my nose I looked down to find myself without clothing. Where had my clothes gone? Tilting my head I tried to remember if I had even been wearing clothes before I had fallen asleep.

A feeling of deja vu came over me, as if I had already wondered over the disappearance of my clothing.

With a shrug I pulled my head up and looked around me. I stared in wonder at my surroundings or lack of. A long covering blackness was everywhere around me causing me to wonder about my previous location, or had I always been here?

Thinking I tried to recall what had happened before, my mind was blank offering no images only memories of pain yet with no picture to tell what had been the cause of the pain. My instincts began to scream at me, jerking my head around I spotted an odd white light flying towards me.

Run.

Unknowing where the command in my head had come from I hurried to obey. Turning away from the light I started to run as fast as I could. After two running steps I was terrified when my feet refused to leave the ground, they were stuck. Glaring down at my disobedient feet I found them to be covered in a black smoke, not that it mattered anymore.

The light had caught me.

It slammed into my back with a herculean strength cutting into my skin. Opening my mouth I released a scream of absolute pain at the light scoring into my back, deeper and deeper, breaking my spinal cord in two. It was both painful and disgusting, I could feel is cutting through my flesh and shattering fragments of my spine that had become lodged into me. My shoulders began to spasm as the throbbing pain moved into my chest pushing violently against my rib cage.

My head shot back as I issued another scream, the light, whatever the hell it was had begun to slice through my rib cage. What had began as a fast violent slashing into my back turned into a slow and painful torturous feeling. Blood spewed forth from my mouth as I continued to scream from the agony. Deep, ragged wounds began opening up along my arms and legs covering me in my own blood.

With my feet still stuck to the ground I couldn’t run, not that I could really move even if I tried. With an audible crack my knees buckled, breaking from an unknown force causing me with fall forward.

Screeching from the pain shooting through my entire body I tried to turn over on my back but I couldn’t, my damned feet. With an unknown strength I rolled myself over hearing a disgusting sound of ripping as I did. New pain slammed through me, glancing down I discovered that my feet and my ankles were no longer connected. Blood continued to gush forth from my various wounds and now also from the stumps where my feet had once been.

Opening my mouth to scream once more I found I couldn’t, I was choking on my own blood. I felt my ribs shatter under the pressure that had been put on them, the light suddenly burst out of my chest causing an explosion of blood and bone to surround it.

Yet instead of being dead I was still alive. I could still feel the pain from everything and it was unbearable. But the light didn’t continue in its previous direction, it headed back towards me.

Eyes widening in horror, I again tried to scream, my efforts were in vain.

The light hurtled into my stomach; going through flesh and other soft tissues, bring forth yet more pain.

My entire body was jerking, looking up I prayed to God for unconsciousness or death to overtake me. God wasn’t that kind here, in this dark place.

Unable to scream, unable to run, unable to even move, I simply started upward and endured.

Endured the pain.

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Gasping I sat up at looked around me. Blackness still surrounded me.

Slowly I began to stand; it took much effort, my entire body felt like one large unmovable weight. After much exertion I was standing on my feet, the feet that were not encased in dark smoke.

What the hell was that?

The feeling of peace I had once had was shattered. That dream, it had been too real, an ache in my back attested to it. But had it been a dream?

With a sense of determination I lifted one weighty foot at a time and started to walk. I no longer felt safe; I needed to get out of this place. I suddenly knew that its peace was deceiving hiding the true danger of it.

The hairs on the back of neck shot up, warning me of something. It was then that I caught sight of it, the light. The light from the dream was there, yet this time it wasn’t moving towards me, it was stationary, floating in one spot. However, it was way too close for comfort.

Where had it come from? How had it gotten so close without me noticing it?

The ache in back suddenly intensified sending a fiery, painful sensation raving down my spine. Arching my back I gasped in pain and fell to my knees.
The light, the light was the cause of my pain. The dream, it had been a warning, a warning telling me to stay away from the sadistic light.

Staggering back up to my feet I began to back away from the light as quickly as my heavy body would allow. As I backed away I felt the pain begin to cede, it didn’t take much thought to realize that the further away I was from the light the less pain I would feel.

I didn’t need to be given that hint twice.

I continued to walk back until the pain had completely disappeared. Falling to my knees panting from the energy it had taken to move. I glared angrily at the light, was its sole purpose to cause me pain?

“…de…”

Again my instincts screamed at me. Either I was completely insane or that sound had come from the light. Was it trying to communicate with me?
Snorting I shook my head.

Oh yes the pain causing light was some sort of intelligent species. Well it could go contact a masochist if it wanted to have a fucking conversation. I wasn’t feeling particularly friendly or chatty towards it right now. The only words I would be willing to say to it dealt with kissing my ass and the quickest way to get to hell.
“…de…”

I stayed at my lovely little painless spot on the floor. Once I got my breath back I planned to get as far away from that damned thing as I could. My new weight and the light weren’t the only freaky things in this place, normally I would be able to regain energy in a matter of seconds. Yet I was still on my ass breathing as if I had run a hundred mile marathon.

“…de…”

There it was again, as if the damned thing were trying to talk to me. But this time the sound had been almost familiar. Not what it was saying as much as the sound of it, like a voice that I had heard once before.

Like I went around acquainting myself with little flying ball of lights, yup sign me up for the damned loony bin.

Despite my continued labored breathing I managed to raise to my feet once more. Keeping an eye on the light, I wasn’t sure if it really would nail me in the back or not, I restarted my retreat putting more distance between it and myself.

The further I went, the more I began to realize. For not only had the pain disappeared but bit by bit so was my feeling of fear. Again the peace was settling around me. It was if I left my instincts behind by that light.

I stopped unsure if I wanted to continue on till my instincts were gone. There could be more dangers in the darkness, but would they be as obvious as the light. Would they too reawaken pain and my survival instincts, or would they just attack and to hell with everything else?

I couldn’t take the chance, for better or worse if I had to stay close enough to the light to retain my senses. But definitely not close enough to feel pain again. With an angry shrug I plunked myself back onto the ground, if that was what it could really be called, the resembled smooth black stone of some sort.

“…de…”

Raising an eyebrow I glared at the light, “Fuck off!”

Intelligent life my butt, it was just annoying. Oddly enough the sound was less distinct now that I was further away, yet another effect of distance. The further away I was the less I could understand the sound it made, not that the sound had made much sense in the beginning anyway.

All I knew was that in that dream the light had done a hell of a lot of damage to me, and it had caused me pain in this time too. The images and remembrance of agony caused by the light was enough to keep me away from it.

But why had I dreamt that scene? Had it been a warning to stay away form the light? Had the darkness been trying to protect me?

Or had it been trying to keep me away for different reasons, reasons that didn’t deal with protection. Had my pain really been caused by the light or by the darkness in an attempt to keep me away?

Confusion had settled in as I racked my mind trying to decide between the good and the bad, if such things even existed in this place. It was one of the few times in my life that I was unsure of what was going on, unsure of my own actions.

So far the darkness had seemed like the better choice dulling my pain and my honed soldier’s senses to finally allow peace to settle. But true reality wasn’t like that at all, true reality dealt with pain and distrust the ugly things were what made life real.

Slowly, experimentally I dragged my bottom along the floor moving closer to the light, trying to come up with some answers to what would be my best course of action.

“…de…”

There it was again, that sound. Curiosity ate at me, I wanted to know what the light was trying to say, however I was hardly willing to see if the dream would come true.

I liked my spine and ribs just were they were thank you.

As I continued to move closer the ache in my back started again making me stop.

Narrowing my eyes I kept going, sometimes one had to take pain if they wanted to discover the truth. I had made up my mind, I wanted to see what the light had to offer me.

The ache in my back intensified and was joined by new pains in my gut and shoulder. Almost as if they were coming from the spots where I had been wounded…
Was the light indeed reality?

“…de…”

It was getting clearer as I neared, at least I had been right in guessing that the light was the source of the sound. Straightening my legs I moved up until I was standing once again. My body still felt heavy but I wanted to move and move quicker then I had been with the dragging.

Despite my heavy legs I took big steps closer and closer to the light, the pain continued to grow becoming almost unbearable. Biting my lip against the pain, I did as I had been taught, endure the pain, ignore the pain, but do not let the pain slow progress.

Something wet was slipping down my arm, in surprise I noted that my shoulder had begun to bleed from a small hole that hadn’t been there before. Still I walked, unable to let go of the curiosity.
My instincts once again raised voice and I spun around prepared to confront whatever new challenge had appeared, but what I saw caused me to freeze.
Behind me stood Brick, blood flooding out from the gunshot wounds I had given him.

Oh my god.

I couldn’t scream, my mouth refused to open, silence reigned. Brick smiled at me displaying teeth that were coated in blood, blood began to trickle from him mouth and down his chin in a small stream. He raised a hand, beckoning me towards him. As I watched in disgust the blood from his mouth increased in his flow and the flesh of his moving hand began to peel away.

I stumbled backwards, falling over my own feet in a surprised effort to retreat from such a sight. Brick’s grin grew wider at my feeble attempt; a tooth slipped out of his mouth and fell to the ground joining the pool of blood and chunks of skin already there

A smell came to my nostrils, more of a stench, the stench of decayed flesh. It was a scent I knew well from my days as a soldier roaming around the colonies assassinating political and military figures. On one such assignment I had to hide out in a crypt for a week so I could shoot a politician who was attending his sister’s burial. That week had been terrible, dead bodies had surrounded me; it took me shower after shower to get the stench of rotting flesh off of my skin.

Staring at Brick I watched as his entire body began to rapidly decay, falling apart bit by bit. Already I could see the bones of his arms, showing in places where the skin and flesh had fallen completely off. Turning my head for a moment I closed my eyes hoping he would go away.

When I looked back he indeed was gone, the pool of flesh and blood as well as the stench had disappeared too. Breathing deeply clearing my head I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Once again I forced myself to stand and survey the area around me.

Was I dreaming again?

Something latched onto my shoulder, hard digits dug into my wound opening it further. Screaming in fear I saw it was a decayed hand that had grabbed me. Leaping forward I turned as I went falling flat onto my back. As I landed a pair of hands wrapped around my throat, the rotting smell was bag filling my nostrils and head causing me to gag.

Jerking my eyes upward I saw Brick, he was back and giving a damned good try at strangling me. I could feel his bloody, decaying hands on my neck trails of blood from him were running down my neck and drops of it falling onto face.

My arms weren’t responding, no matter how I tried I couldn’t lift them to defend myself. The weight of my body had grown to the point were movement was impossible.

Then as fast as a blink of an eye he was gone again. Still on the floor, I could no longer feel the trails of blood he had left on me. Again trying to lift my arms I found them to be responsive finally. Running a hand over my neck and face I checked for any evidence of Brick on me. As before the blood, the flesh, any trace of him had disappeared with his body. The only blood around was coming from my wounded shoulder.

Sitting up I looked around me, I was again alone with only the blackness and the light around me.

What the hell was going on?

Standing up I began to make my way back towards the light. I hated to admit it but I was terrified of this place now. What other things would come to haunt and hurt me here?

As I continued to the light the bleeding from my shoulder increased, the pain in my gut had too opened into a wound and was trickling blood down my sides and legs. A new pain had started to throb in my leg slowing me down. The new pain in my leg seemed to affect my muscles causing them to freeze up as I walked.
Gritting my teeth I continued on. A flash of color caught my eye and I froze turning my head. With widened eyes and an open mouth I stared at my long dead parents.

They looked just as they had when I was a child only their torn clothes and blood covered bodies, as if they had just been killed.

“Mama, papa…” Tears coursed down my face like I was a child again witnessing the murder of my parents.

My mother started to shake her head in a slow rhythm at the same time raising a finger to wag it at me as she had when I was a young girl and I had broken the rules.

“Mama please…” My voice cracked as I continued to watch them, my parents…

Slowly I started to back away heading again to the light but not taking my watery eyes off of my parents. As I went my father’s eyes narrowed as if in anger and my mother’s head shaking became more pronounced.

They didn’t want me to go to the light.

Brick, my parents, all dead all here, in the blackness. Was that was the blackness was? Was it death?

Closing my eyes I tried to piece together some sort of understanding about what was going on. A feeling of lightheadedness washed over me. My eyes snapped open as pressed was suddenly being put on my neck, a rope.

Looking up I saw the taut rope hanging by itself in the blackness, floating almost. A glance down revealed a small, creaky wooden stool underneath my feet supporting me. My wounds had disappeared my pale skin was again unmarred by cuts or stained by blood. My arms were held together tightly behind my back, a string bound my wrists holding me in place. With narrowed eyes I concentrated on trying to get my wrists free but to no avail. Under normal circumstances I would have been able to free myself in a matter of seconds, why couldn’t I now?

In front of me a figure appeared covered in a billowing black cloak. Whoever it was stood as still and silent as a statue. The only visible skin was one pale hand that firmly grasped a scythe.

A wind kicked up from nowhere making the black cloak flutter dramatically, a fission of fear ran through my veins.

Another deathly pale hand appeared from the folds of the heavy cloak. It slowly reached up, pushing back the black hood from the face it covered.
I found myself staring into a pair of deep violet eyes set into a pale face.

Those eyes, the eyes I had seen full of love, laughter, passion and later accusation were now full of hate piercing me with their intense, tangible disgust. A cruel smirk crossed his features as he lovingly caressed the scythe in his hand. His eyes narrowed and smirk grew as he began to slowly shake his head at me.

Duo.

As suddenly as the smirk had come it was gone and its place was an angry frown. Duo raised the scythe over his head preparing to swing the deadly weapon and my eyes widened as terror grew in a rushing torrent. I tried to close my eyes to shut out the sight but I couldn’t; my eyes were frozen open forcing me to watch what was about to happen.

The scythe began its descent, my mouth opened in a scream but no sound came out. The blade missed me completely instead cutting through the wooden stool under my feet as if it were only paper. The stool fell apart causing me to fall along with it. The rope cut into my neck as it stopped my drop in midair. My entire body jerked in reaction to the immense choking sensation. The rope was unmercifully strong cutting deeply into my neck and stopping my oxygen flow.

Duo continued to stand there frowning at me, watching as I struggled against my bonds in desperation. Blood dripped sullenly down my neck as the rope continued to score deeply into my skin. Tears streaked down my face from the pain in my body and my heart. Despite all that had happened I still couldn’t bear betrayal from him, not again and certainly not like this, not causing my death.

I still loved him and more then ever I was sure that he no longer loved me, if he had ever.

Leisurely Duo turned and started to walk away from me, leaving me to die. The flow of tears increased as Duo disappeared into the blackness. Finally my eyes were able to close as I hung there and waited for death to come. I could feel the blood now flowing heavily down my neck and still nude body; death wouldn’t take much longer.

My eyes snapped open as the pressure around my neck disappeared and my wrists were suddenly free. Reaching up I felt my neck; no wound and no blood met my questing fingertips.

The blackness in front of me began to swirl, shaking my head I tried to clear my vision. The swirling separated revealing a view that made my mouth drop.
Myself, a copy of me stood there noiselessly, unmoving. Lifting my feet I began to walks towards her.

Her eyes opened and her head sharply turned to the side looking at a new figure that had appeared.

This time there was no black cloak to hide the features and the body that I knew so well, instead he wore black pants paired with a black leather jacket.
Duo.

My copy’s body tensed, going into a fighting stance and Duo responded in kind. With a lightning fast burst of speed she launched herself as him in a deadly flying kick. Throwing himself to the ground Duo avoided the kick, rolling to the side he was soon back on his feet.

She never slowed on her attack, landing gracefully she was then up once more sending the side of her hand whizzing towards his neck, a move guaranteed to break the bones there. Duo’s hand shot up grabbing her wrist and with a smooth motion she was sent flying through the air.

With catlike ease my copy landed on her feet and again assumed a fighting stance. With eyes violently sparking she attacked again this time landing a fierce kick into his kidneys and another behind his knees causing them to collapse. Duo fell under the onslaught, as he fell another foot kicked upwards slamming in his jaw. Blood spewed from his mouth as he hit the ground.

My copy followed him down to the ground pinning him in place. A knife appeared in her hand but instead of stabbing Duo she hit him upside the head with it knocking him unconscious. Slowly she rose to her feet with knife still in hand and turned towards me.

Gasping, I watched as she walked towards me with a smile on her face. No cruel smirk but one that showed friendliness with no intent of hurt. She was definitely my copy even down to the wild hair I now had, only she was lucky enough to have the luxury of being clothed in shorts and a top. She motioned to Duo and held out the knife to me, her glance told me what I was supposed to do.

I had to kill Duo.

Shaking my head in denial I backed away, I couldn’t kill Duo. My copy narrowed her eyes in apparent confusion; again she motioned to Duo but with more urgency. Again I shook my head; I the trained killer was unable to kill the man who had broken my heart.

Her eyes suddenly widened and she spun around.

Duo was gone.

Gripping the knife tightly she crouched into position ready to fight. A scythe sliced through the air, diving she managed to avoid the blade only losing a few strands of hair in the process.

Duo jumped into the air scythe in hand and landed near her. He swung the weapon again, intent on killing her. Using the knife blade she blacked the vicious sweep, going under the scythe she slashed with the knife aiming for his stomach.

I watched the deadly dance in amazement; the two seemed equally matched meeting each other’s lethal attacks with skilled efficiency.

Swinging the scythe in a deadly arch Duo managed to slice open a deep wound onto the copy’s arm. Eyes widened in pain as the thick flow of blood began to pour down her arm and to the ground. Yet she made no sound of pain as the blade rented through her flesh, instead she doubled back flipping over Duo’s head. Jerking the knife she grazed the blade across his back through the shirt and into his skin. Spinning around Duo again swung the scythe, jumping over its swing she moved the knife again cutting into his chest. Jumping away she landed low and crouched close to the ground in a defensive position.

Both were bleeding profusely from their wounds, shaking my head I waved my arms trying to get their attention so I could halt the madness.

Twirling the scythe above his head Duo advanced upon the prey that was also a predator in this game. Holding the knife ready my copy prepared to attack whenever the opportunity presented itself. A grin appeared over her features as she jumped high into the air and slashed the blade making Duo jump back.
Holding the scythe ready he stared her down, neither moved, both studying their opponent. At once both leaped forward attacking each other. My copy’s knife went around and buried itself in Duo’s spine the same time his scythe pierced deeply into her gut. Still alive they turned their heads to stare at one another, smiling and with what little strength they had left they twisted the blades insuring the death of the other. Falling to the ground I watched as my copy turned her head to smile as me before she closed her eyes. Duo lay unmoving his spine split and bleeding to death.

Death was everywhere.

Closing my eyes and wiping away my tears I denied the scene I had just witnessed, praying that such a thing would never come to pass.

When I opened my eyes the bodies were gone and my old wounds had returned. Again my skin was covered in blood and the pain from my wounds again racked my body. Grunting in determination I restarted my walk towards the light. I could no longer stand to be in the dark not after what I had seen, the thought of killing Duo, the thought of him killing me was painful, even more so because it very well could happen if things went on the way they had been.

The bleeding on my gut had worsened; my entire midsection was now covered in red. The pain had continued to grow and I felt a wetness on my lips and nose. Wiping an arm across my face I saw even more blood. At this rate I would probably bleed to death before I reached the damned light.

As much as possible with my new heavy weight I quickened my pace, my parents were gone. It didn’t matter that they were gone though; I had finally reached the light.
Reaching up a hand I gently touched the light. Pain shot down my arms going through my entire body. Arching my back I gasped from the pain but I couldn’t back away. A force held me and instead was pushing me closer to the light.

“Hilde…”

“No!” I screamed out the denial unwilling to be in more pain, but it was too late. My body was lifted and the light slammed into my chest, my mind slipped into unconsciousness.

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Visions assaulted me as I was thrown through a whirling vortex, visions of blood and pain. I saw my parents again being murdered, their lifeless, bloody bodies on the floor. Flashbacks from my various missions were around me filling my vision, taking all of senses along with them.
I could smell the blood from one mission, it was supposed to have been easy, kill the target and get out but something had gone wrong. He had fought back, knowing I was coming due to a leak in the system. I had been forced to shot him at close range covering me in his blood; the scent of his blood, of his death had surrounded me.

Deep brown eyes stared at me, the eyes of another one of my targets, whose eyes hadn’t closed after death. As I had searched him his dead eyes had seemed to follow my every movement, those eyes had haunted me for months.

With shock I watched as a vision of myself began to appear, with only one difference. My stomach was round and seemed distended, I was pregnant. I watched as the vision ran her hands over her stomach smiling down at the life hidden within.

A baby, Duo’s and mine.

An unknown dark figure came into the vision, and as if in slow motion pulled out a gun. My double opened her mouth as if to scream and was stopped by the bullets that were being shot into her stomach.

Into her baby.

Into my baby.

The swirling vortex was gone, leaving behind a light so bright that it blinded me. But I still couldn’t get the sight of the unborn baby being shot out of my head. It had been a baby…

My baby.

“NO!!!!” I heard the voice, and recognized it as my own only it was hoarse.

“Doctor she’s coming around!”

“She’s convulsing! Restrain her before she hurts herself!”

“Hilde!”

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave the room!”

“No! Hilde!”

The voices assaulted my ears, deafening me for a while. A pain, a great throbbing pain was in my lungs. I could feel my shoulders start to heave as I coughed violently. The light disappeared and the blackness returned.

There was something different about the darkness this time, I was floating but I could still feel pain from my earlier wounds.

My earlier wounds…the assassins.

Wufei had found me.

My eyes opened, wincing at the harsh light that filled them. I was lying down against something soft, looking up all I saw was white and the harsh smell of chemicals filled my nose. A small window revealed that it was nighttime, though I wasn’t sure of what hospital I was in or if it was even on L2.

I tried to move my arms and found I couldn’t. Panic came in waves at the thought of restraint. Looking down I saw needles stuck into both of arms; I was clothed in a plain white hospital gown. To the side on a chair were some of my clothes from the motel room.

How had they gotten here?

With jerky motions I sat up yanking the needles from my arms, pain from my wounds made me dizzy but I ignored it. I felt threatened, I didn’t know what was going on and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hang around and find out. Slipping from the bed I was surprised when my legs refused to support me and I fell to the floor.

Cursing I weakly pushed myself up with my arms and reached for the black pants and a dark tank top from the chair. It was night the darker the clothes, the better.
I had to get out of here.

I didn’t have my weapons and I was weak but I would have to chance it, if guards were in this hospital, and no doubt there were be a few outside of my door since I was a fugitive, I would be able to snag a gun. Tearing off the flimsy hospital gown I sat on the cold tiled floor and dragged the pants up my legs. My wounds protested the movement and I knew I had various stitches that were already on the verge of tearing themselves open but I could patch myself up later if it was needed.

Pulling the tank top over my head I raised shakily to my feet, closing my eyes I summoned what strength I had left and prayed that it would be enough to get me away. Walking to the door I opened it a crack and looked out.

To my surprise there were no guards in front of my room, that didn’t mean that they weren’t there though. I looked back at the small window; it was too small, even my slight frame wouldn’t be able to wiggle through it.

Turning back to the door I opened it even more keeping watch for people the whole time. I could hear voices talking quietly to the left, I wouldn’t chance running that way, peeking out to the right I saw the staircase, it was my best chance and I had to take it. I could try sneaking but if I was being closely monitored slowly and quietly just wouldn’t cut it. I had to make it a surprise and I had to make it a fast one.

Shoving open the door, I burst out of my room making a dead run for the stairwell. Surprised shouts followed me but my ears were filled with a buzzing again. All I could do was keep running and pray that I wouldn’t black out for a while.

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Tbc…

^-^ Hey! Uhhh sorry it took me a while to get out this chapter. But I will try to get the next one out soon, I wasn’t too sure about this chapter, so it’s basically a rough draft I may try to refine it later, tell me what you guys think, should it be rewritten or refined?