TITLE: Fleeing Oblivion
GENRE: Young adult science fiction
I ran away to keep my life from becoming someone else’s, but despite my best efforts, it’s still not my own.
My captor locked me in a dank, musty basement. Brown mold and corrosion spotted the sides of the concrete walls near the floor, so I sat in the middle of the room, even though my back started to hurt after a while. I would have paced, but the ceiling was low, and I’d already hit my head on the yellow bulb dangling from the light fixture twice in the half hour or so that I’d been there.
I heard the click of a lock and the slow creak of rusted hinges. The girl who’d kidnapped me approached me cautiously, the wooden stairs groaning under her weight. Adding insult to the injury of my capture, she looked about fifteen. I’d escaped the police and the intelligence agents after me only to be caught by a girl my own age. I was all for equality, but getting beaten by a girl still took a toll on my masculinity. She stopped several feet away from me, a long knife held in front of her. The metal along the edge was cleaner than the rest of the blade, suggesting that it had been sharpened recently.
Sweat dampened her ruddy forehead, though I wasn’t sure whether that was a product of fear or of the late-June heat.