With A Bang
The dream always starts the same... with a bang.
I can never see faces but I can hear the screams, smell the blood, and smoke, taste the death in the air. Having felt the tremors of the unexpected breach continue under my feet. I knows that Im useless, from this side of the compound. I'd never get to the labs, research, and containment buildings in time. Too many delaying obstacles and unknowns in my way. I wont be able to help anyone injured and get out of the compound unnoticed. Thinking quickly and without hesitation, my mind already made up, Im off moving, heart racing in my chest. Knowing its my only chance.
Amidst the chaos that was once my home, no not home, I think bitterly, what was instead a prison, Ill slip away.
Grabbing the small tactical backpack off the peg from its resting spot behind the door. I silently gathers and organizes the essentials that I've already preplanned and accounted for into the now open bag, while also checking all items off on my mental list; in case this day ever did come I always needed to be ready. Planning out and placing everything within my small room, right where it needed to be when the time came for whatever anything was. That whatever was now, when the compound is too distracted putting out fires and making sure the experiments, more unstable than her, didn't get out.
Once satisfied that I'd gathered and mentally logged everything on my list I pause and take one last look over my room. All the green and vibrant plants, some species with so much power, medicinally and supernaturally, it was a wonder I was allowed to have them.
Smirking I think about Dmitri’s more synthetically critical mind; he probably thought that anything not made in his high-tech dark money labs wouldn’t be significant and therefore not viewed contraband and a violation of his law. It’s also not in his practice to let his pets learn about anything other than combat/field strategy training, psychological manipulation and so on. They were all taught knowledge about infiltrating and eliminating targets, any skill that would help the daughters advance the psycho asshole doctors and who paid for his weapons do their job discreetly and efficiently.
We creations known as “daughters” were not warranted the privilege of learning subjects for our own interests. Not unless you had proven your loyalty with years of putting Dmitri’s vision first. No matter the mission you were given, you had to complete it or die trying. The mission’s specifically given to his daughters for their individualized skills and features, the skills and features that Dimitri himself biogenetically engineered for each daughter to possess. Making them each a deadly weapon wrapped up in pretty and pleasing to the sense’s packages.
The plants were a sign that I'd done my time and proved that I deserved the privileges I was granted; they were the one bit of color that contrasted against the cold sterile white walls, which were the entire make up the fortress.
At the sight of having to leave them behind I feel a tightness in my chest. I would be forever grateful to them for giving me a bit a beauty in a otherwise colorless, cruel and depraved world. Taking a breath and letting it out I turn my back to the few things that showed any individuality amongst the prison. In my rush to leave the room I throw a few items in disarray and disrupt the quiet order making it look as though I at least was perhaps ambushed. A struggle ensuing but is now otherwise gone. For added convincing, I crounch, dropping and crushing under my foot a syringe that contained and drug I knew in the wrong hands could seriously be used to knock my ass out for days. That would send them into more of a chaotic frenzy to find the mole that took me. My own little goose hunt. I knew only Dmitri made this in house so finding it in my destroyed room and me missing would cause him to be more paranoid then he already was. You don't make weapons out of people and rent them out without some paranoia or conspiracy tendencies.
Once satisfied that I'd gathered and mentally logged everything on my list I pause and take one last look over my room. All the green and vibrant plants, some species with so much power, medicinally and supernaturally, it was a wonder I was allowed to have them.
Smirking I think about Dmitri’s more synthetically critical mind; he probably thought that anything not made in his high-tech dark money labs wouldn’t be significant and therefore not viewed contraband and a violation of his law. It’s also not in his practice to let his pets learn about anything other than combat/field strategy training, psychological manipulation and so on. They were all taught knowledge about infiltrating and eliminating targets, any skill that would help the daughters advance the psycho asshole doctors and who paid for his weapons do their job discreetly and efficiently.
We creations known as “daughters” were not warranted the privilege of learning subjects for our own interests. Not unless you had proven your loyalty with years of putting Dmitri’s vision first. No matter the mission you were given, you had to complete it or die trying. The mission’s specifically given to his daughters for their individualized skills and features, the skills and features that Dimitri himself biogenetically engineered for each daughter to possess. Making them each a deadly weapon wrapped up in pretty and pleasing to the sense’s packages.
The plants were a sign that I'd done my time and proved that I deserved the privileges I was granted; they were the one bit of color that contrasted against the cold sterile white walls, which were the entire make up the fortress.
At the sight of having to leave them behind I feel a tightness in my chest. I would be forever grateful to them for giving me a bit a beauty in a otherwise colorless, cruel and depraved world. Taking a breath and letting it out I turn my back to the few things that showed any individuality amongst the prison. In my rush to leave the room I throw a few items in disarray and disrupt the quiet order making it look as though I at least was perhaps ambushed. A struggle ensuing but is now otherwise gone. For added convincing, I crounch, dropping and crushing under my foot a syringe that contained and drug I knew in the wrong hands could seriously be used to knock my ass out for days. That would send them into more of a chaotic frenzy to find the mole that took me. My own little goose hunt. I knew only Dmitri made this in house so finding it in my destroyed room and me missing would cause him to be more paranoid then he already was. You don't make weapons out of people and rent them out without some paranoia or conspiracy tendencies.
Using the advantage of the down cameras purposely positioned around the entire compound, privy to this knowledge because the slight hum my enhanced hearing could usually pick up was absent. I peak around the quarter’s threshold, once confident that the corridor was clear and knowing there was about 12 minutes before the techs would get the generators back up and running. Therefore, bringing the cameras back online, I needed dip this taco stand fast.
Running making light but swift footsteps to freedom, my heart pounding in my ears, lungs on fire, eyes watering from the wind meeting my bare face as I escape the compound from an unsecured emergency access door away from where the compound seemed to have the most damaged. My eyes meet the sky in what feels like forever and another small wave of adrenaline runs through me, giving me an extra boast and Im off again. Only sticking to the shadows and using the power outage to move like a hunting cat to the outer walls and over the reses wall with ease. My pulse feels like it's racing faster as the tree line comes into view. Knowing I probably only have seconds left before the generators come back up, I push my legs harder and finally make it to the cover of the woods. Once I break the tree line and feel the breath I was hold leave me in a giant woosh before I quickly inhail again.
I'm too afraid to look back. Further, further, the distance between me and my prison is getting larger. The smell of smoke and death are being replaced with the smell of earth and trees. I start to slow my pace, taking in the world around me. Something's off. I should have woken up in a violent sweat and choking on screams by now.
Same dream every night for the past 8 months since my mother’s death. I've never made it this far. Always caught, just when I starts to slow, thinking I've made it far enough from the compound the shadows start to move with a life of their own-they’ve found me.
I stop completely; closes my eyes and listens, reaching out with all senses. Still nothing, just complete quiet, complete peace. I breath deep and focus harder, the world comes alive. I can sense a deer fifty yards to her right. A mole below the earth making an addition to a network of tunnels. I taste and smell the stream before I can hear it; flowing with life. I can't believe this is real; I'm free?
“Sofija" I say out loud, testing my voice.
I pinch my cheeks testing to make sure I'm not dreaming one last time.
“Sonavabitch.”
Feeling a real smile spread across my face, I take off running, oh how I love the feeling of freedom that comes with running, especially when you know you’re not being chased. A peaceful relief washes over me as I turn south, in the direction of the stream. In the direction of a new start.
“Sofija" I say out loud, testing my voice.
I pinch my cheeks testing to make sure I'm not dreaming one last time.
“Sonavabitch.”
Feeling a real smile spread across my face, I take off running, oh how I love the feeling of freedom that comes with running, especially when you know you’re not being chased. A peaceful relief washes over me as I turn south, in the direction of the stream. In the direction of a new start.
