Six.
Series, damnit! I'm getting tired of the disclaimer. ><
Tone for the story: Tense.
It was a building much like an abandoned educational institution. Slightly run down, dark brown, surrounded by murky, half-dead grass. The authority figure that had taken them both never showed up again. It was just that they woke up one morning and there they were.
This was too easy. She knew it.
He was lost in the basement level, wandering around with nowhere to go and nothing to do. He separated on purpose, needing a moment to gather his thoughts... and get out of her hair. Her level of planning was way too strong for him to comprehend at times. She saw the world through twisted, bent mirrors, while his sight was nothing but straight reflection. He wondered what it'd be like, for one day, to see things through those twisted mirrors.
He found an exit that led outside, and he was cautious yet curious. So he stepped outside. He could have ran right then and there; bolted without looking back. But two things kept him there: loyalty to her, and a sense that things just weren't that easy. No way it could be that simple.
For a brief moment, the mirrors by which he saw the world bent.
She had learned that there was a siren system connected to the old building, but she wasn't quite sure if it functioned or not. Or more, what triggered it. No doubt that if it worked, it was a security system to keep them there. But where were the guards? Where were the stabbing knives, the shining guns, the flaming torches that were supposed to intimidate them into staying in fear of injury? Or had they been brainwashed during the night while they slept? ...Was that even possible?
So many possibilities, she thought bitterly. And I have no clue where to begin.
The building felt familiar in a way she wasn't fond of. It bothered her and made her anxious, but then again she was a highly jittery person. Slightly paranoid, people claimed. Amongst other things. She was proclaimed to be unnatural by spoken rumor, and began to keep herself like she was different.
So how then did he see through all of that? And why was she concerned with it when she claimed responsibility for their escape?
He patrolled the outside with wary steps. His back never came off the wall. He had an outrageous imagination presently, and he was certain something would explode if connected with any of his weight. After all, there was no other defense.
He came to the edge of the wall, and looked ahead. He saw what felt like the way back to civilization. Again came the urge to run for it. He traversed another wall, making it closer to the way out. He shivered with anticipation and couldn't resist a step forward.
And so the sirens blared, frighting him into retreating back into the building. He was unaware of the loud snap of a bullet that pierced the wall right where he had been just five minutes before.
"Where did you go?" She asked as he sprinted up to her.
"Outside," he answered. "Just to look around."
"There's a damn siren out there," she scolded.
"I know that now!" He snapped in reply.
Ironically, though no humor was to be found, she shook her head and commented, "Well, you dodged a bullet there."
Tone for the story: Tense.
It was a building much like an abandoned educational institution. Slightly run down, dark brown, surrounded by murky, half-dead grass. The authority figure that had taken them both never showed up again. It was just that they woke up one morning and there they were.
This was too easy. She knew it.
He was lost in the basement level, wandering around with nowhere to go and nothing to do. He separated on purpose, needing a moment to gather his thoughts... and get out of her hair. Her level of planning was way too strong for him to comprehend at times. She saw the world through twisted, bent mirrors, while his sight was nothing but straight reflection. He wondered what it'd be like, for one day, to see things through those twisted mirrors.
He found an exit that led outside, and he was cautious yet curious. So he stepped outside. He could have ran right then and there; bolted without looking back. But two things kept him there: loyalty to her, and a sense that things just weren't that easy. No way it could be that simple.
For a brief moment, the mirrors by which he saw the world bent.
She had learned that there was a siren system connected to the old building, but she wasn't quite sure if it functioned or not. Or more, what triggered it. No doubt that if it worked, it was a security system to keep them there. But where were the guards? Where were the stabbing knives, the shining guns, the flaming torches that were supposed to intimidate them into staying in fear of injury? Or had they been brainwashed during the night while they slept? ...Was that even possible?
So many possibilities, she thought bitterly. And I have no clue where to begin.
The building felt familiar in a way she wasn't fond of. It bothered her and made her anxious, but then again she was a highly jittery person. Slightly paranoid, people claimed. Amongst other things. She was proclaimed to be unnatural by spoken rumor, and began to keep herself like she was different.
So how then did he see through all of that? And why was she concerned with it when she claimed responsibility for their escape?
He patrolled the outside with wary steps. His back never came off the wall. He had an outrageous imagination presently, and he was certain something would explode if connected with any of his weight. After all, there was no other defense.
He came to the edge of the wall, and looked ahead. He saw what felt like the way back to civilization. Again came the urge to run for it. He traversed another wall, making it closer to the way out. He shivered with anticipation and couldn't resist a step forward.
And so the sirens blared, frighting him into retreating back into the building. He was unaware of the loud snap of a bullet that pierced the wall right where he had been just five minutes before.
"Where did you go?" She asked as he sprinted up to her.
"Outside," he answered. "Just to look around."
"There's a damn siren out there," she scolded.
"I know that now!" He snapped in reply.
Ironically, though no humor was to be found, she shook her head and commented, "Well, you dodged a bullet there."