*insert title for fanfiction here* Chapter Five

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*insert title for fanfiction here* Chapter Five

Ow! Why does my head hurt so much, and why is it so dark? Oh. That explains it. My eyes are closed. I'm so stupid. I peel my eyes open slowly, one by one. I was in a room with no windows. there were different colors everywhere. there were posters. One had a spider on it. Another just had paint splattere on it. Definitely killjoys. Good killjoys...? I don't know. I attempt to stand up, but I realized I was tied to a chair. It was in a corner farthest from the door. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and my arms were tied behind me... with rope. ROPE!! Rope is so old fahsioned. These people are so getto!) I think I spelled that right.) I'm glad though. I can get out of ropes. Hmmm... do I still my have my weapons? I look down at my holsters. They're empty. I don't have any of my rayguns or daggers. I also don't have my leather jacket. Grrr... don't mess with my leather jacket, or you're going to get beaten up BADLY! Ouch! Ow... thinking to hard. How did I get here though? What happened? Slowly, I remembered what had happened. It replayed in my mind over and over again. Oh yeah. I had shot that one firery haired guy, and they thought I did it on purpose. I was hit on the head with something by someone. I need to get out of here! Where are my weapons? They must be in here somewhere. I scaned the room. There! They were on a nightstand by the door. My leather jacket!... and my weapons. How did I not notice this before? I'm so dense. Well, I have only been out here for about two years with no one to teach me anything but myself. I guess it's ok considering my situation. I have to get out of these ropes! I hope they didn't pat me down. Wow. I have A.D.D. STOP!! STAY FOCUS!! I reach into the back of my pants. Not my back pockets. My actual pants. People think it's gross, but it's useful. I pulled out a switch blade. I pulled the blade out and started cutting the ropes. It's going to take a while, but I'll do it. As long as nobody comes... footsteps. Great. Someone's coming! Dang it! The door opened and a guy wearing a werid, green mask comes in. I don't reconize this guy. He wasn't one of the guys I saw come around the corner, so he must be the guy who knocked me out. Once I reconized him as the guy who knocked me out, I glared at him. I growled at him. He cocked his head.
"Bad dog." He chuckled at his little joke.
"I'm NOT a dog." I scowled as I growled again. "I don't like being called names."
"Well, of course YOU wouldn't. What's your number?" What? My number? What does he mean by that. I kept my face blank. I don't want him to see any emotion I have.
"You don't need to know." He pulled out his raygun and pressed it against my temple.
"Tell me or my finger might slip."
"I know you're not going to shoot me," I said in a calm voice. "I know yyou want information. you think I'm a double agent. You're not completely sure, but you may or may not have seen something that has made you think that I am. You won't shoot me because you want somehin. And if you kill me, you won't get it." I heard more footsteps coming this way. "Great! More people! Why don't we just have a party?" I said, my words dripping in sarcasm. In came the guy with a red jacket. Behind him, was the guy with an afro. He's silent. I've got to watch out with him.
"Well," the one in a red jacket started,"What's your number?" NUMBER FOR WHAT?!?! Why dos everyone ask this? Ok. Since I have absolutely no idea what they're talking about, I'll go with one my usual responses when I don't understand something.
"You don't need to know!" That's one of my favorites. There is also, Nun uv ya biznes, and what I said to my math teacher before the fires started, "Why are you asking me?! You should know. Are you rilly THAT dense?!" Yup. Love that. I snapped out of my memory and back into reality. They shared a look. I don't think I liked that look. the one with the 'fro left and came back and came back a minute later with a water bottle. He started chugging it down. Suddenly, I realized that I really had to pee. This is going to be torture. The ropes were almost completely cut through, but it's still going to be a while before it will get through. They saw me gazing at the water and smiled.
"You want some water?" The one in the green mask asked. I gave him a weirded out look.
"No! Of course not! I don't know if I can trust you." And it would make me pee my pants. I gaed at the door. I wonder if they have a bathroom..
"You won't be able to leave until you answer all of our questions. So-"
"Do you guys have a bathroom?" I interupted him. I really need to know this. The one in the red jacket smiled.
"You'll be able to use the bathroom after you answer our questions. First, what's your number?" I sighed.
"This question AGAIN? Seriously? You guys need to listen better 'cuz I already gave my answer." they shared a look again. Do they have some physic telepothy thing going on or something?
"Umm... ok. Continuing. This is a stupid question, but why did you shoot my brother."
"Whoa! You're related?! I didn't know!" I was stalling. I had just cut through the ropes around my arms. "Wait. Where's the bathroom located. So I don't, you know, pee on myself as I run there. i swear I'll answer all of your questions. JUST TELL ME WHERE IT IS!!!" I was biting my bottom lip. i won't be able to hold it much longer.
"First door on the left," he said.
"I can't answer your questions. I'm distracted by my need to pee. Just let me pee!"
"Nope. Answer our questions first." He smiled at this.
"I'm sorry." They looked confused. They won't be in a second. I strted cutting the ropes on my left leg. It cut through easily. " I NEED TO PEE!!!!!!!!" I started on my right leg. The rope didn't cut as easily. They tried getting me to stop, but I seriously needed to pee. It wouldn't cut. I started pulling at it. I was being pulled on by a pair of hands, trying to get me to let go. Instead, that person helped me. I pulled it, and I was free. I ended up tackling the person grabbing me. I scrambled to my feet, and at some point, I let go of my switch blade. I ran to the door and grabbed my leather jacket as l exited the threshold. I ran to my left and saw a door. I opened it to see a bathroom! YES! I hurried in and tried to close the door, but the one in the red jacket bloacked the door from closing.
"I really hate to do this!" I reached into my shirt, into my bra. I'm a girl. What do you expect? He started blushing. I could just feel the tip of the blade, but it slid away from my fingers. I reached farther in and grabbed it. I pulled it out and stabbed his arm. He cried out in pain as the blade was stuck into his arm. That won't be coming out without some swear words.
"I'm sorry, but I need to pee!" I quickly shut the door and went to the toilet. I covered myself with my jacket in case any of them barged in. My precuatioin was perfect. The one with the green mask came in, saw me, then walked out. It sounded like a waterfall in here. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and turned on the water. I washed my hands, but I kept the water running. There was a window. I could just barely get to it on my tippy toes. I jumped and made it. I opened the window and climbed through. I hit the desert sand face first. I stood up and leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my arm. That was a rush. I heard something in the distance, but I ignored it. I was exhausted, and I felt ten pounds lighter. Someone pushed me against the wall and pinned my arms there. A raygun was placed against my temple. I opened my eyes to see Korse in front of me. We were surrounded by dracs. Well, I was. How long have I been standing here?
"Any last words killjoy? Any last moves to try to kill me?" I looked him straight in the eye.
"No." I was honest. I couldn't. I HATE hurting people. Even evil people. I looked away.
"No?" he was genuinely confused. "Why not?" he seemed disspointed.
"Think about it. I'm unarmed. I'm surrounded by your minions. The people in there hate me. The odds are against me. If you're going to kill me, do it." I'm not going to keep running. I've run for the past two years. I'm tired of running. Let's just end this. He eyed me suspiciously.
"You take all the fun out of it." He got off me and handed me his raygun. He pulled out another. "There. Now you're armed. Can we fight now? I like the fighting." he smiled cruely. I didn't know Korse was like this...
"No. I'll die afterward. Look around." He made a weird motion with his arms.
"You'll have a few second advantage now. You get a few second head start." He smiled a little. It was a knowing smile. I saw him gazing at my left arm. My scar. I looked. It was showing. I pulled my sleeve down. "Now why did you do that? I like it. He pulled my sleeve up again. I slapped his hand awy and stepped back. He's the one that gave me this sick, sick scar. "Shoot me. I dare you." I aimed my raygun at him. My hands were shaking. I tried pulling the trigger. I couldn't do it. I lowered my raygun.
"You know I can't. You made me like this." He smiled and nodded. Something was thrown and this weird powder flew into my eyes. I fell backwards, dizzy. I saw them drive away. Korse laughing in the background.

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