Perception by Leigh Walker

Author:Leigh Walker [Walker, Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CMG Publishing
Published: 2018-01-11T16:00:00+00:00

12

Not My Favorite Chapter

Maybe he was tired, maybe he was beaten up, or maybe he was sorry he’d lied about his sister. I didn’t care.

Move it, handsome.

I dragged him, but he fought me.

I considered telekinetically picking him up and sailing him through the air, but he was so frail. I didn’t want to accidentally hurl him against a wall or scrape him against the popcorn ceiling. I didn’t have enough control yet, and the guards were closing in. I was too afraid to try to divide my attention between fighting them and managing Finn.

I squeezed his hand, begging. C’mon. Please.

He started moving, but it was still slower than I liked. Panic flooded my chest as the guards got closer. I don’t want to kill all those men.

Sadness pierced his eyes, but so did resolve. Okay. Let’s go. It’s right up here.

I felt relieved that he seemed to be picking up the pace. We hustled away from the sound of the guards to the entrance to the parking garage.

“This is it.” Finn looked winded from the effort, but at least he’d gotten us there.

“Okay. Let’s go now—they’re close.” We burst through the door, and I sucked in a deep breath of cool, fresh air. I hadn’t known if I would ever make it outside again. But the reprieve was brief. As we looked out at the lot, we saw no cars. It was completely empty.

Another thought occurred to me. “If this is a prison, why is it so easy to escape?”

“I heard them talking about it. It’s an alternative placement program—for recovering addicts and low-level offenders. It’s low security. There’s no barbed wire out there.”

“Phew.”

One of the guards hollered from inside the building. They were coming for us.

Finn’s gaze met mine. “No phew.”

Grimacing, I used my power to lift a nearby dumpster and slammed it in front of the door, but the guards thundered beyond. The dumpster shook as they reached the entrance and pounded against it. It wouldn’t hold them long.

The door screeched open an inch, and then another.

Curse word that rhymes with truck

Curse word that rhymes with ever-loving truck

“Let’s move.” Now it was Finn’s turn to take my hand. We lurched though the lot. The cool air blew at my hospital gown, and I clutched it against me. A johnny was so not appropriate escape wear.

Blue’s your color though, Hanover.

“At least your sense of humor’s coming back.”

The dumpster rattled behind us, and Finn’s shoulders slumped. “We don’t have much time.”

“And we don’t have a car to steal.”

We made it to the far side of the garage, so I could see the view: a small city, mountains in the distance. “Are we still in Boise?”

Finn shook his head. “I don’t think so. The buildings in the downtown are too low. See? This is more of a small town. I think we’re still close, though.”

I looked up and down the garage, wishing I could see inside the other levels. “Do you think there are cars anywhere in here?”

“I don’t remember seeing much, but I know I saw some other cars.

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