Blood On White Walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thomas races to save the one he loves before the government gets to her first.

Author's Note: I wrote this for my english class last month. I really like it and I hope you do too :)

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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Thomas opened his eyes catching a glare of bright sunlight.  As he blinked to brush away his grogginess he could see the morning sun streaming through the fogged window and onto the dusty, wooden floor.  Thomas could feel its warmth on his night-chilled skin. The air was crisp and as he sat up he could smell the burning fires in the near distance signaling morning.  He rubbed his eyes and streaked his hands through his dirty blonde hair.  Suddenly, the door behind him slammed open against a wall heightening all of Thomas’ senses.  He quickly turned his head towards the door.

“They got her, they got her!”  Jake shouted as he ran inside the shed practically tripping over Thomas.

“Who’s got who?”  Thomas questioned as he sprang up off of the floor to help steady Jake who was having a hard time breathing.

“Just got word,” he paused taking in deep breaths, “they’ve taken her!”

“Taken who?” Thomas insisted.  Jake stared into Thomas’ dark green eyes.

“Jamie!”  He exclaimed.  Thomas’ mouth gaped open as he stumbled back into the wooden-paneled wall.  “Last night,” Jake explained as he now helped Thomas back to his feet, “when we were sleeping.”  Jake and Thomas grabbed their brown, leather packs that leaned up against the wall beside the door.  They ran outside and down the dirt path that headed into the forest.  Once there they jumped over fallen, rotting trees and sprinted through tall, thick grass.  After a good twenty minutes they reached the forest’s edge and looked off the cliff and down towards the city.  A large house was located at its center with grey skyscrapers encircling it.  “If anything she’s in that white house,” Jake suggested while trying to catch his breath once again, “but how are we going to get in there?  Them guards will be armed.”

“We need back up,” Thomas reasoned as he continued staring down at the house with determined eyes.  Jake nodded,

“You head towards the river’s bridge and I’ll meet you there with the guys.”

“No, the underground passage will be safer,” Thomas insisted as he glanced over to Jake who had his nose all scrunched up. “Trust me, the guards will be expecting us.”  Thomas looked back towards the city, “Well, me more specifically.”

Thomas was already waiting inside the underground passage when Jake and the other teenaged guys arrived.  Once together they hustled down blackened tunnels until they came to a staircase that would direct them into the white house.

“Do ya think they’ll be up there surrounding the door?”  A guy named Arty inquired with fear hidden behind his hushed voice.  The guys next to him nodded.

“Only one way to find out,” Thomas said as he started up the stairs.

“Wait!”  Jake uttered, “Arty has a point.” Thomas, however, ignored him and opened the hatch that entered into one of the many white house’s closets.

“If I’m not back in a half an hour you should all leave,” Thomas noted.  The guys, including Jake, didn’t bother to ask Thomas why.  They knew that Thomas could easily be dead within the first five minutes.  Jake’s eyes met Thomas’, a silent good luck.  Thomas took a small gulp.  He could sense that this on-going battle was about to go into full force as he made his first step into the belly of the beast.

Every wall in the house was a solid white.  The wooden floor boards where even lighter than normal only enhancing the stillness to the place.  Thomas opened the closet’s door even more and tiptoed out into a single hallway.  Find the staircase to the top, Jake had instructed, you’ll know where to go from there.  Thomas reached the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner before jogging down another.  He then found a staircase and rushed up the cemented stairs until they stopped.  He opened the door at the top of the stairs that brought him into another single hallway with one plain, white door at the end.  This had to be it.  Thomas could feel his heart pounding in his chest and sweat dripping down his temples as he slowly approached the door as if it were some sort of bomb ready to explode.  He lightly grasped the brass handle midway up the door and turned it to the right.  The door opened with one soft click.

The windowless room was squared with sharp corners.  It was too dark to notice anything else except for the white walls, but it appeared empty.  As soon as Thomas placed his foot over the threshold, a thick blinding light forced him to cover his face.  As Thomas’ eyes adjusted he could see two figures in the room’s center.

“We’ve been expecting you,” the taller figured chimed.  Thomas recognized the voice almost immediately, it was rough, hallow and deep.  Thomas’ eyes focused on the man standing in his white suit and then glanced to a girl sitting in a chair.

“Jamie!”  He exclaimed with desperation.  It took him another moment to realize that her mouth was taped shut and her hands as well as feet were both tied up with rope.  Thomas could feel anger rising within him. “Let her go!” he demanded.  He took another step forward until the man chuckled.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the tall man said while waving his index finger back and forth.  The corners of his lips angled upwards.  “Why would I give this vixen back to you?”  The man ran his fingers through Jamie’s hair making her squeal.  “Her long, dark brown hair and pale complexion are two features I’ve been searching for.”  Thomas’ hands balled into fist and his eyebrows folded.  The man caressed Jamie under her chin and Thomas could clearly see the terror glistening in her eyes. “She’s a bit underfed, but that can be changed.”  The white suited man’s charcoal eyes pierced into Thomas’, “Give up.”  With that said two guards dressed in high tech gear entered the room and grabbed on to Thomas’ shoulders.  He then felt an object poking into the middle of his back. “Or die trying,” the man detailed.

Thoughts raced through Thomas’ head for he didn’t know what to say or do next.  He looked longingly into Jamie’s brown eyes.  He then recognized that Jamie was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black skinny jeans.  Her body tensed.

“We’ll take our chances!”  Someone shouted making the guards release Thomas.  Thomas glanced behind him to see Jake and the other guys standing in the small hallway with sharp, pointed knives in their hands.  Next Thomas saw Jake pushing his knife straight into one of the guard’s eyes.  As the rest of the guys started approaching the other guard Thomas twisted back to see that the white man with greying hair had disappeared.  Jamie’s eyes were full of relief as Thomas cut the rope around her ankles and wrists.  He then ripped the tape from her mouth.

“Tom!”  She shrieked as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him tightly.  Thomas then grabbed her hand to lead her out of the room.  When he turned towards the door he noticed that the two guards who had had him at gunpoint lay lifeless in their own pools of blood, a sight that twisted Thomas’ stomach.  He held his breath as he and Jamie jumped over them to join Jake who was rushing the last of the guys down the stairs.

“Why on earth did you come after me?”  Thomas shouted over to Jake as they brought up the rear of the group.

“I wasn’t just going to sit there knowing that my best friend was dying,” Jake responded.  When all of them got to the first floor guards were filling the hallways.  The guys yelled out as they dove their knives deep into the guards’ flesh squirting bright blood onto the hospital like walls.  Thomas glanced at Jamie who was just as splattered.  He tried to avoid the thought of throwing up as he focused his eyes forward to concentrate on getting Jamie out alive.  Jake, Thomas and Jamie made it to the closet’s hatch and sprinted down into the underground passage.  Bright sunlight stung their eyes as they neared the exit.  Just before they left the tunnels, they stopped allowing themselves to recover. 

“Where to now?”  Thomas questioned still holding onto Jamie’s hand.

“Well we can’t go home,” Jake specified, “they’ll follow us.”  Thomas fixed his eyes back to Jamie.

“The mountains,” she insisted. “We can stay there until we devise another plan to come back.”  Thomas watched as Jamie’s leadership skills consumed her once again.  “We’ll eventually have to face them…” she trailed off while setting her head onto Thomas’ shoulder.  Thomas kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go,” he murmured.  Jake nodded his head as they then stepped out into the openness to begin their journey to the mountains.


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