He glanced left and right again, then chose to go left. His footfalls thudded dully upon the floor as he passed by each hallway. There! He staggered to a halt, his legs and side hurting. There was an exit sign above a grey door at the end. Its warm red glow made Damian smile. He ran for it, stopping at a small white box on the wall. It had a flashing blue button on it, and he pressed it in for a moment. An emergency alarm rang, and blue lights flashed to life everywhere. That would evacuate anybody left in the building, hopefully. A squeak, like boot leather caught his attention. He was being followed. He backed away slowly, and quietly walked the rest of the way. As he reached for the door he heard a soft whiff. Just as his hand touched the cool steel handle he staggered under a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned to see a man pointing a long gun at him from down the hall. The man smiled and snickered.
"Gotcha," he said.
Damain reached back and felt for a bullet wound, but all he felt were feathers. Feathers? He suddenly dropped to the floor, disoriented and unable to move through the thick haze that had been his mind. He looked up and saw the boots walking towards him slowly. Crap, he thought.
Then the corridor exploded in a flash of white and orange, and Damian saw the boots no more.
Hunter Lars III sat in his chair, watching to footage. He wasn't disappointed by what he saw. There was something to be exploited about this young anarchist… and if not, well, he'd soon fin himself dead once again. He picked up a phone, pressed the button, and spoke. "Bring in the body."
Hope that anybody who is reading this is enjoying it. I really love it. It gives me a chance to be really creative. Anyways, I'll have the full Chapter One printed out for anybody who wants to read the full deal and stuff. My inspiration for what's coming up actually came from two sources: Valve's Portal 2, and The Maze Runner.
Be prepared for something to happen, cuz something always happens I suppose.
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