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Sirens blared all around me as I crouched behind a bush. It was one of the few on the property, right up against the building. Search lights roamed the property grounds, looking for the escapee… Looking for me. I had to watch my step.

When the lights had moved slightly away from me, I made a break for it. I ran as fast and as hard as I could, heading for the wall. I had to get over the wall, two fences, and through a mine pit in between… Good footing was a necessity.

One false step… One false step and I was nothing more than pieces. Chunks of a fallen soldier. Chunks of an angel.

Sirens continued to blare, seemingly getting louder by the second. I ducked behind an old commander vehicle just as guards ran past it. They slowed down in front of the vehicle. My heart was pounding in my chest. Heart? Pfft. More like ticking time bomb.

Nevertheless, it was loud. Very loud. I was sure the guards could hear it. Their footsteps had stopped and I knew they were waiting for me on the other side. I could feel it. I peeked out from behind the jeep.

A young, skinny guard looked me right in the eye. His eyes widened. He knew who I was.

I smiled slightly, memorizing the look on his face. The look of bliss… He’d never have that look again. I was sure of it.

Just as he leaned over to grab the guard next to him, I made my move. I jumped out from behind the jeep, kicking him in the throat. He instantly dropped. Dead. The other soldier started to yell into his radio, but I kicked it out of his hand, then let my foot collide with his head, just hard enough to snap his neck, but not hard enough to kill him instantly. I smiled at him and waved with my fingers as his eyes pleaded for help. I stomped my boot into his Adam’s apple, putting him out of his misery. I leaned down and picked up both his rifle and his comrade’s pistol.

I heard shouts from behind me. Shit. I had had too much fun and had forgotten my mission. The wall was still a good 500 feet away. I had to run and I had to run hard. I found myself constantly dodging bullets. Jump. Left. Right and crouch. Never stop running. Never stop running.

“You there! STOP!”

Fuck you.

My pace increased, making my muscles kick into overdrive. Kill mode. My speed increased by a good 15 mph. My legs raced. Everything I was programmed to do was fighting to break free.

The security intercom of the facility screeched as it turned on. “#72626842, return to your station. #72626842, retreat.”

My limbs wanted so badly to listen to the deep, frightening voice. The voice that had commanded me for 6 months. The voice that had tried to train me, tried to control me… The voice I obeyed subconsciously.

It took all the force I could muster to overwrite my original programming of ‘obey’. I couldn’t obey. If I did, everything up to this point would be for nothing. I would be punished… possibly killed.

I couldn’t give up just yet. #72626842. That’s all I was. A number. I didn’t even have a name. A childhood. A life… I was just a number. #72626842. Bullshit.

Run. Run. Run. Run. Jump!

I hit about ¾ up the wall. Damn it. I’d have to get higher. The wall was tall… too tall for our soldiers to escape. They had done that purposely. If your prisoners could jump 75 feet, how tall do you make the fences keeping them in? 100.

I needed a boost. Anything… anything. I panned the grounds, searching for an escape.

My hope sunk. I was fucked.

“#72626842! #72626842!” The guards cried out like sissies.

They WERE sissies. Compared to me, they were nothing. Mere children guarding a fort of grown men. Yet in this case, the children were the toughest men around, and the ‘grown men’ were teenaged to adult men and women. We were the superiors. I was superior to them all.

“You want me, boys?” I looked directly at the guards, running toward me with all their might. I pulled the pistol from my waistband and started shooting wildly into the crowd of guards. Dozens dropped. “Come and get me.” I quickly ran out of ammo and dropped the gun. Pathetic piece of weaponry. Pathetic.

The guards continued toward me. I was sure they would start shooting at any moment… but they didn’t. One guard was now within 10 feet of me. I had to move now if I was gonna pull this off.

I jumped, landing on his shoulders, and kicked off him, slamming into the top of the wall. My fingertips clung to the ledge as I pulled myself over. I could jump far higher than my comrades. And by the look on the guards’ faces, they had had no idea.

I was over the wall. The hardest part was over.

I jumped the first fence with ease, then realized with horror on the way back to the ground that I was in the mines. Shit.

I managed to land on the tip of my toes on my right foot. I could just barely maintain my balance. I had memorized the pattern. I knew the steps I could make. Right, right, right, half a left, two rights at once, then run. The rest only blew if you stood on them for a matter of seconds. I wouldn’t. I’d be gone.

I made my way through the mine field and over the second barbed wire fence. As soon as I was over, I ran like there was no tomorrow. The guards were coming out of the front gates in their jeeps. I had no time to stop. No time to rest. I had to go. Run, #72626842, run.