The Eye Triangle

Chapter One

Running. I was running. I felt as if I were flying through the thick, damp trees, surrounding my home village Eiyies. I was breathing heavily, as my legs kept working. Right, left, right, left, I thought to myself in order to keep my mind off the pain in my legs. I ran far, so far without stopping, and it felt good to be out in the wild while being trapped there for years. I couldn't let them catch me. Not after I worked so hard to escape. Not now, I pleaded to myself, not again.

I heard a rumble of engines. Motorcycles. I was in trouble. Only one person, or group owned motorcycles, and I knew that if they caught me... well, I don't want to imagine what would happen next.

I weaved in and out of trees trying to lose the motorcycles. But as I ran I could hear the engine getting louder and louder until they were right behind me.

"Stop Miss," the officer on one of the motorcycle called to me.

I didn't reply. I could tell the officer was male from his deep voice.

I kept running. They were getting closer by the minute, I could tell they were gaining on me, I could tell. One on each side, surrounding me.

Run, I kept telling myself, right, left, right, left, right, left. I stumbled on a rock and fell, hitting my nose the ground, while hearing a sickening crack.

The officers overwhelmed me. They both stopped their vehicles, and pinned me to the ground before I could get back up.

I thrashed and kicked but nothing worked. They were stronger than me, and didn't flinch at any of the slightest movments

They hoisted me up on one of the motorcycles, blood dripping down from my nose. I glared at them gaving them both my evil eye, but it didn't matter, they still kept me in their grasp.

I sat in the back of one of the motorcycles, my hands in handcuffs, and the other motorcycle took up the rear.

I looked for an possible route of escape but there was none. If I jumped, I would most likely end up breaking some of my bones, I still had handcuffs on, and they would just catch me again since I was exhausted and they had motorcycles.

The officers started the engines and we started to drive back the way I came.

One of the officers pulled out a walkie talkie and talked into it. I could have sworn he said something like we achieved the package, making route back.

No, I pleaded to myself, not back there.

I woke up panting, sweat pouring down the side of my face.

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream," I told myself, "only a dream."

I sat up in my bed, the wooden framed creaked as I shifted my weight. I took a deep breath, and stared at the blank, grey walls in my room. There was no evidence that anyone had ever lived there for more than just a day. There were no photographs, or any personalized items to hint that it had been occupied for the past four years.

I shivered as my bare feet touched the cold stone floor. I sighed as I got up and off my bed. I walked over to the center of the bare room, and pulled a string that hung from a little lamp on the ceiling. As I pulled, a light sputtered into existence casting long shadows across the walls.

I remembered when I just arrived at in this room I used to be scared of the light. I wasn't used to light being confined in one space, I was used to sunlight, from outside, but my room had no windows.

I hate calling this room my room. When you refer to your house, or your room, it makes it sound like that's the place you feel safe, or find comfort. This room had none of that. I hated everything about it. Last year, I decided to call it my sleeping quarters.