2 June 2012
I was surrounded. Nowhere to run. They had me, I was terrified. Yet, I still tried to come up with some kind of plan.
"Hey. Are you guys the Men in Black? Well, because shouldn't I be coming after .. You?" I laughed but then stopped.
I looked at them all. I was circled, they were all armed. They thought I wasn't. I had something up my sleeve. I waited, and then they were closing in on me. Trying to stop all means of escape. A large creak rippled through the room. They all turned towards the sound. Idiots. I silently pulled it out of my jacket. There were eleven or twelve of them altogether. I could take them on. I held it in my hands and aimed for one of my captors. Boom. Something hit the floor, hard. They, lightning fast, spun my way but I was ready for them. I ducked and fired twice again. The door creaked again but they were focused on me. I ran to a pile of crates and started to climb them. Gunshots were going off behind me and several nearly got me. One of the shots caught my clothes. I hauled myself on the top crate, which was twelve feet from the floor. It wasn't too high but, at least I had higher ground. I crawled behind a crate still twelve foot from the ground. More gunshots, unmistakeable grunts and shouts of pain. I looked at my clothing and saw that, the shot caught the clothing on my leg.
"Hey! These were new!" I shouted down towards my captors. Some of the crates in front of me then wobbled and toppled to the floor.
"We're coming for you! You shouldn't have started this! We are prepared for any tricks you may have 'up your slee-'"
He was cut off. I hoped my plan had worked.
"Hey! Becky! Clear."
I had to be careful, as they were able to copy people's voices. I crept to the edge of the crates. I looked down.
"Whoa! Craa-!" I was in a mound of wooden crates. A male hand reached down and...
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