sneak peek on my story- The Ones in Silver 6/14/17
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I had only 5 minutes, my heart racing so fast it drained out the sound of the other’s screams and the loud purr of the machines around me. I grip my pistol tight in my hands but it shook in my sweaty palms. The footsteps gain behind me and I smirk at their presence. I duck under the large pipe hanging from the ceiling and roll onto the ground to support my fall. Two cardboard cutouts of men with guns pop out and my reflex kicks in, the pistol jumping back in my hands as the bullets pierce the place where their hearts would be. The white blinding strobe lights and the fog machine causes my mind to race. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs but I hold back a painful cough. I hold in my breath as I travel through the blinding room, dodging the obstacles that stuck out of the wall and from the ground. I hear squeals of those who had failed and either gotten knocked out or injured by the desperateness someone else. This was the real test, this was it. I feel someone on my heels. I hand grasps my shirttail. I suck in my breath and try to struggle from the person’s grasp. Squinting into the fog I see a distinct figure of a the boy who had me. Out of my last effort to get in front of him I kick my leg back, I grin to myself as the strobe lights fade and I hear the boy’s pain filled squeals fade into the other screams of the ones who could not get up. I could feel the tension of the clock’s seconds lift and I run as fast as I could to the silver door in front of me. I didn’t turn around even though I hear no footsteps behind me that were close enough to stop me. I pull at the lever but it would not budge. Fear and curiosity finally gets the best of me and I turn to see the group of people running a few obstacles away. Realizing my mistake I turn back and kick the door, I look the door up and down again and see a little string winding down the handle through the bottom of the door. I pull on it until it breaks and then I hear a clicking sound. The feet and cursing grows louder- I kick the door open and pull up my gun ready for any last obstacles. As I dash in I find myself in a large empty room with a cement floor. In Front of me a large line of grown people stood in front of me with clip boards and skeptical looks on their patient faces. My head whirred around me both in confusion and excitement. The others dash into the room behind me, some collapsing on the floor. I look around me at the others. I had barely had the time to see who they were. They were all around my age, mostly males but a few females who had collapsed on the floor. I stand straight tucking my gun in my holster, I take a deep breath making sure I was still breathing from all the excitement. Most of the grown-ups at the front of the room were looking directly at me, so I stood tall and tried my best to look strong and determined. Which of course I was. After a while of me just standing awkwardly the people began to calm and become aware that they were being observed. The chatter faded and a still silence overcame the room. A woman in a blue lab coat steps from the little group and looks us over, jotting something down on the little clipboard she held.
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I had only 5 minutes, my heart racing so fast it drained out the sound of the other’s screams and the loud purr of the machines around me. I grip my pistol tight in my hands but it shook in my sweaty palms. The footsteps gain behind me and I smirk at their presence. I duck under the large pipe hanging from the ceiling and roll onto the ground to support my fall. Two cardboard cutouts of men with guns pop out and my reflex kicks in, the pistol jumping back in my hands as the bullets pierce the place where their hearts would be. The white blinding strobe lights and the fog machine causes my mind to race. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs but I hold back a painful cough. I hold in my breath as I travel through the blinding room, dodging the obstacles that stuck out of the wall and from the ground. I hear squeals of those who had failed and either gotten knocked out or injured by the desperateness someone else. This was the real test, this was it. I feel someone on my heels. I hand grasps my shirttail. I suck in my breath and try to struggle from the person’s grasp. Squinting into the fog I see a distinct figure of a the boy who had me. Out of my last effort to get in front of him I kick my leg back, I grin to myself as the strobe lights fade and I hear the boy’s pain filled squeals fade into the other screams of the ones who could not get up. I could feel the tension of the clock’s seconds lift and I run as fast as I could to the silver door in front of me. I didn’t turn around even though I hear no footsteps behind me that were close enough to stop me. I pull at the lever but it would not budge. Fear and curiosity finally gets the best of me and I turn to see the group of people running a few obstacles away. Realizing my mistake I turn back and kick the door, I look the door up and down again and see a little string winding down the handle through the bottom of the door. I pull on it until it breaks and then I hear a clicking sound. The feet and cursing grows louder- I kick the door open and pull up my gun ready for any last obstacles. As I dash in I find myself in a large empty room with a cement floor. In Front of me a large line of grown people stood in front of me with clip boards and skeptical looks on their patient faces. My head whirred around me both in confusion and excitement. The others dash into the room behind me, some collapsing on the floor. I look around me at the others. I had barely had the time to see who they were. They were all around my age, mostly males but a few females who had collapsed on the floor. I stand straight tucking my gun in my holster, I take a deep breath making sure I was still breathing from all the excitement. Most of the grown-ups at the front of the room were looking directly at me, so I stood tall and tried my best to look strong and determined. Which of course I was. After a while of me just standing awkwardly the people began to calm and become aware that they were being observed. The chatter faded and a still silence overcame the room. A woman in a blue lab coat steps from the little group and looks us over, jotting something down on the little clipboard she held.
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