#Escapee

[mr-rupurr-giles]

I knew it, I fucking knew it. He wasn't around all day but I couldn't be sure he got out because sometimes he sleeps in the cellar and you can't find him. But after not seeing him all day I was getting worried, then I heard a meow right outside my window.

Luckily, my dad was a painter his whole life and has a bunch of ladders. I had assisted, but he did all the going up high and getting him. Giles is able to get up there because the roof has almost like a ramp that's accessible by the porch roof, which is accessible from the shed that is a accessible from the porch itself. He's is now safe and sound inside.

He must have gotten out when someone left this morning with paying attention.

[painsandconfusion]

He’s so hard to contain! I run out of ideas for what Sinclair could possibly stick him in!

asdkfasdk sinclair just fuckin welds the cage shut and blowtortches it open again when he wants inside XD

[myreia]

Turn Undead made the zombies run out into the street. Sir, where are you going. You're going to scare the neighbours.

[shaymcvay]

Full WIP on insta 🙌

[elisabethdeep-blog]

Ooh this post Escaped, I saw myself Out There that's a bit exciting~

Humans are like "let me hold the thing. Let me pick it up. It's cute and I want to hold it, I want to wrap my weird elongated front feet around it, I want to encircle it with my freakishly long, oddly flexible front toes. I HAVE to hold things I HAVE to or I'll die."

[nakeddeparture]

VIDEO: Escapee, Jade Barnett, 18, still expected to appear in court - Manila Renee - Barbados.

https://youtu.be/yZ9PqWbFSxs

How has Jade managed to hide for so long? Is she the same person accused of providing young girls to brothels in Barbados? Naked!!

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[vvyvernicus]

I'm considering writing a multi chapter fanfiction involving another test subject from the lab Anya escaped from. Obviously it would be a divergence from canon events as said character does not exist in the original storyline.

Below is also a link to a short scene I created involving Anya's escape from the lab!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

actually we in the community prefer the term "escape artist." yes that is the preferred terminology. no i get it's not what you grew up with. yes i know you weren't trying to be offensive. going forward maybe just try to avoid stigmatized terms like "escaped fugitive" or "killer at large". we are trying to move beyond that as a community

[filipmagnuswrites]

The Short Story Reader #95 - Escapee by China Miéville

Previous | Next “Escapee” is the second Mieville story to have adopted the format of a trailer, its scenes written along with time stamps. This one is all faux epic, on-the-nose dialogue, and tense scene falling on scene – though beyond the mild Matrix-y hints I got from the text, I didn’t find anything to blow my socks off. Maybe because it’s late and I nearly forgot to read or write about a…

[connor-is-ok]

Escapee From Region IV by Connor S. O’Keefe (cont.)

Chapter 1 Part 2

I arrived at our Charlotte, North Carolina home from school, put my key in the door, and walked inside. I had just turned twelve two months ago, and one of my birthday presents was a house key. My parents were still at work and my older brother, Nathan, was at college attending the nearby University of North Carolina.

There was a strange car parked outside of my house but our neighbors were pretty weird people so I didn't pay any mind to it. My shoulder length pigtails bounced as I walked into the kitchen, put my backpack down, and made a peanut butter and Colby-Jack cheese sandwich. It was my favorite after school snack. I don't remember when I started making these but it was really good. Especially today. It was one of the final days of school for the year, and I had taken four tests today. Math, Science, English, and my worst subject of all, History. I suck at history; dates and names get jumbled in my head and I always end up saying that George Washington Carver was the first President.

My brother was going to be home in a week from his freshman year. I imagined that he would have a ton of fun stories to tell. I sat down on the couch in our living room to watch whatever was on the Disney Channel, probably Phineas and Ferb, when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find a man in a white coat standing there.

"Can I help you sir?" I said through my missing front tooth.

He leaned down to reach my height. "Hi there sweetie, are you Grace Eleanor Schnell?"

I felt awkward around him but answered honestly. "Yep! That's me!"

"Well I need to talk to you. It's very important. It's in regards to your parents." He said and asked to come inside. I let him in. "Your parents and I have been talking for a while and they are concerned about you."

"What do you mean?”

"Well, my name is Doctor Richard Borenstein. I work at the Region IV Mental Institute. Your parents have become concerned with the way you have been behaving lately." I was still confused. I didn't think I had been acting strange lately.

"What's a mental institute?"

"It's a nice place that people go when they have problems in their head." He said calmly. "Your parents have told me that they think it might be best if you go there for a while. It won't be too long, we at the R4MI are very good at what we do, and we can fix you up quickly."

"So do I have a choice to go with you? Or can I stay here?"

"Unfortunately not. Your parents have already signed your admittance form, we have come to take you with us."

"Can I wait for my parents to get home before I leave? So I can say goodbye."

"I'm sorry, honey, but that's why I came here now. Your mother was very upset about this and they agreed to not be here when we came to get you." I was confused and upset. I didn't want to go but he was kind and certain that this is what my parents wanted.

"Should I go pack?" I asked, hoping that my mom might be home from work by then. "I'll need clothes, right?"

"No, you won't." He walked over to the screen door and opened it. "Just come with us and we'll give you some really comfy clothes. It's a very nice place. You'll get a very nice room, and toys, and we'll take good care of you. You'll be back before you know it." I lowered my head and began to cry. I was confused. Why would my parents do this to me and not tell me. "No, don't cry." Dr. Borenstein said. "Here, let me carry you to our van, and we'll take you to get ice cream, does that sound good?"

I sniffled. "Ye-yeah. Ice cream."

I awoke with a snap in the bed area of the semi-truck. Momentarily forgetting where I was. Geoff was driving calmly through the night. "Hey, you're awake. You ok? You were crying in your sleep." I wiped my eyes and blinked a couple times so my eyes would adjust to the lights of the dashboard. My head was spinning. The dream I had had had just reminded me of something I hadn't thought about for years; the first time I met Dr. Borenstein. I wiped the crust out of my eyes and looked at the clock. 11:25PM.

"Yeah. Sorry, just a bad dream. Did I say anything?"

"Not really. Just something about waiting for your parents." I looked down and I was under a blanket, with my sweatshirt back on.

"How did I get back here?"

"Ah, you fell asleep in the front seat around 4 o'clock. I pulled over and put you back there. I tried to wake you up so you could go back there yourself but you were out cold."

"What about my shirt?" I asked, trying to not sound accusing.

"I just slipped it on you as best I could, it usually is colder back there than up here and I didn't want you to start freezing."

"Oh, well. Thanks. Where are we?"

"Just outside of Nebraska." Geoff said, keeping his eyes on the road. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Geoff spoke again. "Who are you?"

"What?" I asked in confusion. He was looking at me in the rear view mirror.

Geoff waited a couple seconds before replying. "I saw the tag on your shirt. It's from that crazy house they mentioned on the radio." I looked at my lap and contemplated what to say.

"I don't want to go back."

"Are they as dangerous as the warning said?" I said nothing in reply. A tear fell down my face. Geoff drive for a couple minutes again."If you are," Geoff chuckled. "I don't think you're in any sort of shape to hurt anyone."

The silence in the cab was deafening. "Did they mistreat you?" Geoff finally asked. I didn't say anything. "The shape of you when I picked you up. Whew. I can't imagine it was a good place."

"I don't belong there."

"No one belongs in a place that lets patients look like that."

"No, really!" I said looking up at Geoff, tears still falling. "I'm not crazy! I don't need to be there!"

"What happened?" I waited a few seconds, looking at my lap again. I began sobbing just at the thought of everything I had seen.

Through the tears I croaked, "Are you going to take me back?"

Geoff thought for a minute, and finally responded "No. I'm not. If they let you get the way you did, I think they don't need to have anyone there." I looked at him again, in disbelief. "I'm an old soul." Geoff said, he paused for a second. "What does TS mean?"

"Test subject... I think. At least, that's what they referred to me as."

"Why would they do that?"

I waited a couple minutes, trying to gain control of myself. Finally I told him everything. How Borenstein took me from my home, the screams in the night, the blindfold. I explained to him about the vials and the human parts in pickling jars. I hesitated for a second, but decided to tell him about the lady on the table.

Geoff looked mortified. "Yeah, I'm definitely not taking you back there." I sniffled, and said nothing for a minute. I just stared into my lap. Geoff spoke the silence out of existence with "I'm sorry you had to go through that. It's getting late and I'm close to my daily driving limit. There's a Loves gas station coming up. Maybe we can find you some new close, sweat pants really ain't good for 95 degrees summer heat... and maybe a shower."

The last ten minutes of the ride were in total silence. I was still sniffling and softly crying in the back of the cab curled into a ball on the mattress, but by the time we pulled into the truck entrance of the gas station I had managed to reduce the tears to one or two a second. Geoff got out and left me sitting in the cab for a bit while I gathered myself fully, taking slow deep breaths, measuring them with three second intervals. As Geoff was returning to the truck, I wiped the rest of the tears out of my eyes and rubbed my nose with the sleeve of the crew neck. When he got back to the truck he had a black medium t-shirt with an eagle on the front. He handed it to me and a bag of other stuff. I asked him what it was, he said it was toiletries he had bought for me. He said I had a shower appointment in ten minutes. While we waited we ate at the Wendy's that was attached to the gas station. I ordered a salad and a chocolate frosty, and Geoff ate a Dave's double meal with a Cherry Coke.

The shower felt so good. Another first in five years. My hair was disgusting and I washed it something like four times before I finally felt good about it. I wanted to stay in the shower's hot water forever, but a couple seconds after I finished washing the water shut off. I wasn't sure why but I eventually realized it was because my time limit was over. I put my sweatpants back on and the t-shirt. Geoff drove me to a nearby Walmart and bought me a pair of shorts. Geoff told me I could take the bed, and that he would just recline his seat. I tried to refuse, saying it was his bed, but he wouldn't hear it. "You're young. I'm not. You need some good sleep either way. I bet that place didn't give you a good mattress."

"They didn't give me any mattress." I replied. Geoff threw his hand out and offered me into the back of the truck.

[tenth-sentence]

He had to claim the bird before it flew off again.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[grden-f-eden]

Guys I wrote a thing

It's a story about a robot who's about to be scrapped :)

[fantastic-nonsense]

"Inej is the mom fri—" *loud incorrect buzzer noise* Wrong. You are looking for Matthias Helvar.

[nakeddeparture]

Parish Land, Christ Church, Barbados. Adrian Andre Cox, 31, had a laundry list of items to steal?

https://youtu.be/bsXN4MAkx3I

Who are his clients? Have your say. Naked!!

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