her scent -+- miguel ohara -+- ~~~~Complete

1🕸The escape.🕸

Music thudded through the halls of the skyscraper—more specifically, the Biolabs. Why a skyscraper, you ask? Well, the owner was rich as hell, and the lab needed space for experiments that could wipe out the entire city. The building was smack in the middle of town, with chaos buzzing around it at all times.

But right now, it was the music that kept the halls alive. The pounding beat echoed through the corridors, a soundtrack to Calisto's desperate sprint.

Footsteps, fast and deliberate, followed her every move. She darted around a corner, her breath ragged, and sprinted down another hallway. The sound of pursuit grew louder. They were closing in.

"There she is! Get her!" A man shouted. The sound of an alarm button being pressed reverberated through the building.

But why didn't the alarms go off earlier, you ask?

Calisto looked over her shoulder, her gaze flicking toward the 4th wall. "Oh, they didn't want everyone to stop working, that's why. They're too busy, running their precious experiments."

She ducked swiftly, just as a bullet sailed past her ear. Her pulse quickened, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.

The guards were still chasing her, confused. How the hell had she dodged the shot?

Calisto kept running, faster now. She didn't glance back this time. "Okay, let me give you a proper introduction. I'm Calisto Viviene Dawn, and right now? I'm 14. The reason I'm running? I escaped from the orphanage, then they put me in a mental hospital. All because they thought I was... off. I ran from that too."

Her feet pounded the ground as she took another sharp turn. The exit was in sight.

"And then I tried to start over, found a job, applied here under a different name—didn't know they were connected to the hospital. So... yeah, I ran again. Ended up hiding in one of their labs."

She glanced over her shoulder, the building growing smaller in the distance, but the cars were already there—surrounding her, blocking her escape.

"And those labs? They had all kinds of spiders. Like, weird ones. A ladybird spider, an orchard spider, even a gooty sapphire tarantula. But the one that got my attention?" She shook her head. "The cobalt blue tarantula."

Her voice dropped, almost regretful. "The cage was barely shut. And, of course, I touched it. It bit me. I freaked out, threw it across the lab... and I think I killed it."

She shook her head, trying to push away the memory. The city around her buzzed, cars honking as they tried to maneuver around the growing cluster of black cars closing in on her.

Her chest tightened. They were everywhere. The mental hospital cars.

She couldn't outrun them. Her breath hitched, and she stopped, trapped by the cold, hard reality of it. She was surrounded.

"Give yourself up, Dawn. You're going back where you belong," one of the nurses called out, his voice sharp and unfeeling.

Calisto swallowed hard. She knew what that meant. Going back to the sterile white walls. The padded rooms. The endless days of being treated like something broken. She was just trying to survive. To get away from it all. But the world wouldn't let her.

She didn't fight. She couldn't. Not anymore. The guards closed in on her, and before she knew it, she was back on one of their buses, headed straight for that cold, white room.

But this time, she wouldn't be silent. She couldn't be.

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