Snippet #2410814

Breathe. Just keep breathing. That is the key to escaping them. Breathe in. Breathe out. If my breathing started slipping into an unsteady rhythm, I would slow, and they would catch me. And I can't afford to get caught.

Isabelle's feet pounded hard into the dirt as she sprinted along, carefully leaping over stones and ducking under branches. The whirring hum of the HVPR's behind her was droning in her ear. She was starting to get a headache. MAking a sudden sharp turn, she caught the single robot off-guard, but not for long. It was right on her tail. Catching a low-hanging branch in the corner of her vision, Isabelle made a sudden decision. With the HVPR nipping at her heels, she leapt into the air, caught the branch in her hand and swung up into the tree like a graceful baby monkey.

The HVPR stopped, momentarily confused, and Isabelle took that moment to attack. She sprung form her perch on the tree, arms wide, and grabbed onto the HVPR's robotic head, right where the head met the body. Then she willed all her psychic energy into making paralytic touch course through her hands. She didn't know this was the technical term, so she just called it her 'sleep hands'. The HVPR came to a sudden stop, one of its arms twitching. Isabelle didn't waste another moment as she sprinted off into the woods. In a couple minutes the robot would be fully functioning again. SHe had to get as far away from it as she could.

It wasn't until a half hour later that she started to sense others near her. And based on her sensing abilities, it was a group of psychics. Isabelle suddenly sprinted, willing her energy and running to where she sensed these people. But when she got to what appeared to be a building of some sort, she stopped short. to the side of the building was a rock wall.

What if this is a trap? What if those are agents in there waiting for me? But how could I resist? I haven't had interaction with a single person, let alone a psychic, in months.

It didn't take Isabelle's 7 year old brain long to decide she would venture toward the building. She needed to someone, anyone. She felt so alone.

Silently approaching the house, she hid close to the rock wall, but soon realized her decision was poor, because right in front of her were two psychics talking. Isabelle froze, hoping they hadn't heard her.

I am such an idiot. They are going to spot me. It's all over. Maybe if I slowly back away towards the cover of the woods they won't spot me...

Isabelle slowly took a step back, then another, and then... SNAP. Isabelle stepped on a twig, and froze. tears welled in her eyes. They were going to take her back. How could they not have heard that? A tear rolled down her eye and she quickly wiped it away. If these were agents, she didn't want to see her in a state of such vulnerability, even if it was evident on her face that she was scared and about to cry.