The Escape, inspired by dream threads

The escape Inspired by dream threads

            He was trapped in a small, compact room with bright shards of glass protruding from every available surface. He looked around for a way out, but saw nothing but the opaque splinters on each wall. How did I get into this mess? He thought. Though he knew the answer to that question. Her. He saw her walking down the street, while on his way home from work. Then, he saw the gigantic men jump out from their concealed position, and take her.  Feeling heroic, he went after them. Once he started running though, he didn’t remember much else. That is until he woke up in here.

            What am I going to do? He asked himself. That was when he started to tear at the crystal. Chunk by chunk, he broke the black shards, trying to make a hole in the room. It had felt like hours had passed and he had torn away at least 50 pounds of glass by this point, all of it resting at his feet and knees. He saw a hole. Gathering the remainder of his strength, he pulled back his arm and slammed his fist through the hole as fast as he could. The entire wall shattered in a very loud shriek. He knew it would only be a matter of time before they would come back for him. So he ran. He ran through the rest of the security room and up a flight of stairs. From there he saw that he was in the old bar downtown, and he walked out the door calmly, hiding hid bloody fist.

            As he was walking, he remembered the girl. Was it really in his best interest to go back? He thought. He didn’t want to imagine the horrendous things they might be doing to that poor girl. At that thought, he turned around. He walked back into the bar, and looked at the counter. He saw that a man with a hunting rifle was having a drink. When he thought the hunter wasn’t looking, he took the gun and headed downstairs. Stealthily, he looked around the room he had recently broken out of, and saw that there was nobody there. So he took a left down a dark hallway where he saw a room with a cracked door.

            He opened it slowly, and saw a round table with the same large men around it. But what he didn’t expect to see was the girl. She was sitting at the table yelling at the men. “How could you let him escape!” she shouted. “I give you one job, put him in the chamber. And then guard it. Do you realize how badly we need this man! Do you know how much work I had done to get him here? Do you!” she scorned. I decided that I had to get out, now. I tried to sneak back away from the crack when I bumped into something hard. I slowly turned my head and saw one of the giant men staring down at me smiling. Then I began to panic. So I shot him. I quickly dropped the gun and ran up the stairs. I ran so quick, that I lost my shoes on the stairs, but I didn’t care, they were slowing me down anyways. I quickly ran out of the bar, and took a right. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get where they couldn’t find me. I had not one clue where this magical safe place was but I just ran. My feet were rough against the sidewalk as I made my escape.