A Short Story : A Story?

I desperately want answers, when my questions are interrupted as the door opens. I sit up, my back aching and my head pounding. Felix is standing in the door way, with his hands in his pockets. “Felix,” I begin, surprised.

She is screaming. She makes it to the staircase out of the dungeon and runs up it. She slams the door right into Duncan’s face. “Help! Help!

“Don’t move,” Thorn’s voice echoes from the front of the destroyed room and both men stop. She appears out of the rubble, behind them with a gun ready.

Sticking to the wall, she keeps her eyes on the ceiling to try and find any hidden security cameras like he had shown her before. Once she decides that it’s all clear, she makes her move; feet discreetly moving her down the hall. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as the nervousness racks her petite frame while her brain is swimming in a swamp of thoughts.

I sigh, relieved. I want to get out of here, just as much as the rest of them, especially when I’m the one they want. I step back around the corner when I feel the presence of someone behind me, but it’s too late to react. A muscular arm hooks around my neck, choking me and taking away my ability to cry for help. Another arm twists around my waist, closing the space between me and my attacker.

“Come on let’s go!” She said dragging me up the stairs. As we were walking up stairs we heard footsteps. My stomach drop to the floor, I

pats him on the head. She says, "Come over here kitty and sit in the chair.” E.L. crawls on floor on

I tried to put my shoes on but Marie was dragging me away, out of the apartment.

I wake up slowly, peacefully. For once not being woken up crying, or having to rush to be somewhere. It's nice. I actually had good sleep last night, except for Scarlet calling me to pick her up. I stretch in bed, then decide that I need a cup of coffee. Not wanting to get up I thinking to Scarlet.

“Do it now, Felix!” I yell. “Help her up and get under the staircase. She can’t walk by herself.”

“And you want to control Dauntless because you may have the brains but you need the guns, the power, the strength. You need an army.” I interrupt. She despises being interrupted. She gives me a slight glare as if she expects better from me, then continues on.

I look around, the lights they’re flickering. I spot a door at the end of the hall glowing and everything else becoming dark.She comes out, with the glow around her she seems more inhuman.The torn dress is ripped even more, her all black eyes looking at me. Running, away from her, I feel as if I’m in the same position, and as it time has stopped but it hasn’t. The time is going by much more faster now, but I’m not going anywhere. A storage closet! I throw myself in and lock the door. I am panting, but try to control my breath for she won’t hear it.

Her piercing scream reaches me when I get to my house front door. The family room darkens; the air thickens.

“No! You can’t disturb him; I won’t allow it!” Suddenly, she seemed to have complete control of her emotions as she ran toward the stairway and stood in front of Andrew to prevent him from going up the stairs.

I storm down the stairs and wake up Cora. She’s still lying in bed when I flick her lights off and on. She cannot stand when I do it, but it’s the only way to wake her.