Inside the Fire

The rubble

I could feel the grainy gravel scrapping against my cheek. A horrid reminder that I could still feel,  that I'm still conscious. I could escape from here. I struggle to stand up but I start to feel, hear and see again. Screaming, gun shots and blood.

I remember now; The James Laboratory for Future Research... My home since birth. Don't let the name fool you, the only future they were interested in was their own and doing anything to preserve it. I wasn't the only resident here. Well when I say "resident" I mean more like a prisoner of torture and experiments of their choosing. The problem was they never expected their little experiments to work as well as they did. That was their biggest mistake and I was about to take full advantage of it. Made us different. Made us powerful. They gave us control.

Back to the twisted reality in the present, back to the screaming, the blood. My room is my cell and it was an absolute mess. Just like my life. It was mostly a blur, people in lab coats running away from the very things they tried to create and control. Ironic really. I move towards the commotion and turmoil towards the stairwell, hopefully to find a way out. I look around and notice a number of things like the fire blazing on the opposite side of the laboratory, the frightful faces of those who looked down in us and I loved it all.

I make my way towards the exit, stumbling across pieces of rumble and the bloody and maimed dead bodies of the employees. I was nearly there, just a few more steps and I was free. Suddenly there was hands gripping on to me so tightly I felt my blood stop reaching my hand and a cold lump of metal pressed against my forehead.

"Hello patient 901, You didn't honestly think you would get away from me? From us!... Now did you?" the familiar sneer and sarcasm in his voice made me shiver in terror as it was the voice I was raised with. My 'father' and I use that term quite loosely. He never loved me, I was just and object to create and use when nessecery. Not anymore. I won't be afraid of him any longer.

"My name is KACIE!" My rage and sadness was boiled up into one and it just exploded. I heard screaming. His screaming. The grip loosened and I pushed out of his arms to turn aroud and now be faced with my father, on fire. He created thing. Isn't this what he wanted? My rage grew as I looked at this pitiful man who was once mighty. As my anger worsed fire wrapped its around me like a kindling reminder of what I am and how I can use it. The man before me looked at me in fear as I relished in his agony The commotion around became distant, like a faded memory as all I could concentrate on was making the fire engulf him until there was no more. His screams stopped. His eyes closed and he flopped back, almost like a fish I noted. I do not take my time to take in the mangled body of my tormenter instead I bolt to the back staircase and make my long since overdue escape . My step towards freedom.

*(A/N I have no idea is this is good or not and wither I should continue or not, Please leave a comment and let me know. That would be much appreciated)