Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Test 6

The first thing  I noticed when escaping from the prison would be the fact that the soldiers were not responsible. They lagged to understand that their most valuable prisoner was missing from the cell. I figured as much. After all, all of them were given no training to be soldiers. President White just grabs some random citizens and attempts to transform them into responsible soldiers. Just by hearing his process of obtaining soldiers, any human with a brain wouldn't take too long to understand that the soldiers would never turn out perfect. 
If the soldiers did happen to see me, it would be easy to track me. With a green cloak and hair that was so bright red that it made me horrendously easy to spot, I was going be caught in a matter of seconds. I also felt uncomfortable, with the small weight of the mystic topaz necklace that embellished my neck. I usually restrained from wearing girlish things like pricey necklaces and attractive jewels, but there was a first time for everything, and I suppose that is what applies for this situation.
The exit from the dungeons was unseen, so I stepped out from the entrance, unsure if there was even an exit at all. As I departed from the dim lights of the prisons to the sharp lights of the castle, my eyes took time to adapt to the sudden change. I really had no idea where I was, because everything didn't look at all familiar. A blinding chandelier that dangled from the roof and hard marble floors. A red velvet carpet that stretched over the cold marble. Ahead was three oak doors with diamond handles, each seeming to lead to a different place. I randomly decided on the third one, but I refused, knowing that if the door lead to anywhere that I hadn't planned, it would be over. 
I didn't have time to think. I slid through the third door, making sure to be quiet but fast. The room on the opposite side of the door was empty, just a cold, marble floor and bare walls. I saw a door on the corner of the room. I headed for that door.
"And where are you going, Aspyn Winters?"
The voice sent small chills running down my spine. I didn't have to look to know it was President White, and he had spotted me. 
Be brave, Aspyn. I mentally reminded myself before turning to see President White. 
"Where do you think?" I said, seriousness lurking in my voice. 
President White smiled. 
"I think you're going to escape." White said.
"Nice guess." I said, turning around and breaking into a run before White could catch me. 
"GUARDS!" White yelled impatiently. 
As the guards bolted after me, I struggled to escape. I didn't know the castle at all. All the rooms looked the same. I ran as fast as I could, as the guards caught up. I looked frantically around myself, observing my surroundings. I hurried to the rooms fire escape, swinging open the door. The fire alarm flooded the room. The guards headed towards me, swords pointed and ready. Before I could even breathe, a guard pushed me over the door. I almost stopped breathing, but caught a step of the ladder before I fell.The guards followed me, making the ladder dangerously swing. 
I had no time to climb all the way down, the soldiers were too fast. Bracing myself, I let go of the ladder and let myself fall. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I broke into a run, running away through a narrow pathway. The fire alarm sounded louder, as the fireman stumbled about to the false alarm, I ran fast as I could, soon approaching a pathway that lead to the forest.
If anywhere, I had the advantage in the forest. I knew forests more than the guards ever would. Running into the depths of the tangle of trees, I disappeared among the green leaves.

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