I woke in a cold room, illuminated by a single flame flickering in a torch, mystical and blue. My arms were held down by heavy steel chains, not that I could have moved them if I wanted to. They felt like pieces of lead. The air in the room was stuffy, and I suspected some sort of drug was being administrated through a vent to my left. It took all of my energy just to move my head.

The only furniture in the room was the lamp stand and the stone table I was lying on.

So different from the warm cosy room before, I thought, grimacing as an icy dagger stabbed into my mind. I had a headache. A creaking sound signaled a door being opened somewhere in the room.

Seconds later, a woman wearing a lightweight gas mask leaned over me, a syringe in her hand. It was full of black liquid, and suddenly I was fully awake. I would have done anything to prevent her from injecting me with that needle.

I reached out with my mind instinctively, and the woman suddenly jerked away from me. In that same moment, the chains fell away with a clattering noise, and a siren went off in the building. I could feel the danger now. I needed to get out of here, as far away as possible.

But my energy was waning, and I couldn't detect a safe place. so, now confined to using my own brain and will power, I ran out the door. Foot steps thundered from my right, and I immediatly ran the other way. What they would think when they found the woman unconcious and the chains detached, I had no idea, but I most deifnitely did not want to be there when it happened.

Fear was running rampant through my veins, and I could here shouts of anger and surprise behind me. If only I could sense the safe place, the one that was always there.

But what if there isn't one? a voice in my head asked.

There has to be! I cried back. There always is!

But this time, I wasn't so sure. There was a door at the end of the hall, and I threw myself through it, locking it behind me.

I turned slowly, and danger spiked through my mind harder than it had before.

In front of me, dressed in black and with dark hair falling cooly over his face, was a man, and in his hand was a syringe.

His lips curled back in an evil smile, and as the needle went through my skin, I felt no pain, only fear.

Is this the end?... was my last thought, before I lost all sense of my surroundings.

After that, my life changed as I knew it.

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I felt like I was trapped in a dark cave, except that I had no senses. I couldn't see, touch, hear, smell or taste. I could only think, and push out with my mind. But every time I reached out, I would hit solid walls on every side.

I could semi-feel my body moving without my direction, almost like a robot, and I could sense some foreign fluid (danger... my thoughts whispered) racing through my veins. I was powerless, and this time, I was not so sure I would get out of this alive.

The fear buried me deeper within myself. What would happen to me, if there really was no escape?

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This is a story written from the perspective of a young girl named Katrianna. She is being pursued by a dark evil being who seeks to destroy her. She is able to sense danger and avoid it, so she is running, and that's all she knows she can do. There is more for her to discover about herself though, so the fight goes on. Will she escape?

updated Jun 24 '09 by Jenessa