Captured

SAM For Sam, sneaking into a high-security area was child's play. But it had been five minutes, and she was yet to see a soul. Almost like the people who ran the place didn't expect anyone to get over their electric fence, break in, and disable their alarm system. Ridiculous, really. On the outside, the building had a plain and unassuming appearance, but stepping inside was like walking through a time machine into the future. But it was still nothing compared to the ideas that floated unbidden in Sam's head, so it was easy to locate and disarm the alarm system. The walls were stark white that they seemed to glow, and the floors were grey. It was rather monotonous. "Turn left," Sam turned left. "What exactly do you want with it?" Sam asked. That's right. The reason she had come here in the first place was that Scar had urged her. "It's a powerful sword." "Oh." Finally, she arrived in front of a room. She pushed open the door and walked in. Sam mused, "The door wasn't even locked, how powerful can the sword be?" "Over there," Scar called. "Wow... it looks like someone just wrapped it up and tossed it wherever." "It is useless in the wrong hands. I'm guessing it was abandoned," Sam picked up the long bundle. "So... am I the right hand?" "Hey!" a voice yelled. "Who are you?" Sam paused, then stood with an unenthusiastic slouch. "Huh, and I really didn't want to kill anybody today." She picked up the bundle and walked out of the room. There were about five men in white lab coats. She was holding the weapon, so she could only fight with one hand. She punched one man in white, and he fell, taking down another. A spin kick dealt with the third one. Barely audible footsteps behind alerted her to a sneak attack. Sam's eyes turned, and her speed increased. She struck the fourth man with her palm and sent him flying into... and through a wall. Then she turned to deal with the sneak attacker, but the person fell face flat before her. A small axe was stuck to the back of his head. Sam looked up to a familiar figure standing at the door. "Need any help?" Sinbad smirked. Sam tilted her head. "Not at all, I had it under control." Sinbad's smirk dropped, and he deadpanned, "Can't you just say thank you?" Sam didn't reply. Sinbad rolled his eyes and finally noticed the large bundle of cloth that Sam was holding. "Is that what you wanted?" He stared at the bundle. "What is it?" Sam looked down. "A sword." "A-a sword? You risked your life for a freaking sword?!" "Well... it was not much of a risk or challenge. It was pretty easy to get, actually. I just walked in." Sinbad sputtered. He had nearly gotten impaled and burnt and electrocuted just to get here! He shook his head. No, this was not the time to smoke in fury. "Let's get out of here before more people arrive." As if summoned by a jinx, two figures walked in. They had made no sound as they moved, it was eerie. But Sinbad and Sam recognized them, with the stench of rotting corpses. Sinbad resisted his gag reflex and yanked his small axe out of the body of the man he had killed. "You guys again," Sam drawled. There was a hint of a frown between her brows. "Humph," she sighed. "I really don't like to kill the same people twice..." She was interrupted by the fist approaching with killing intent. The powerful punch that could crack a skull was caught by Sam's small hand. Her eyes flashed violet. "... it's kind of a hassle, don't you think?" Remembering the last fight between the three that made him want to vomit, Sinbad turned to face the wall. He planned to ignore the fight. But as the big guy tangled with Sam, the small man aimed for him. Sinbad jumped away, just in time to avoid being perforated. The small man wielded a club with a spiked iron ball at the head. His eyes were red, and they seemed to look through Sinbad, like a puppet. Sinbad blocked another strike with his axe. Although their last encounter was more of a one-sided torture than a battle, Sinbad could feel that the man had gotten stronger and faster. He couldn't attack, only defend. Beside them, manic energy surged as Garsam fought. In the beginning, Sam did not plan to use her full strength. But the big fella seemed to have leveled up and was on par with twenty per cent of her strength. She increased her strength, and so did he. She frowned; it seemed like the fight would take a while. It didn't take too long for her to notice a pattern. She was now using her full strength, but the damned thing was still on par. Sam dodged a fatal strike and considered giving control to Scar. "The sword," Scar mentally nudged her. It had been kicked away during the fight. While keeping an eye on the big guy, Sam glanced around for it. It was hard to miss. But it was right behind the big guy. Sam made a feint to the left, and the big guy lumbered over. Then she spun and kicked him in the face. It would not knock him down, but the few seconds of non-reaction were all she needed. She tore through the cloth and pulled out the sword. The ice-cold feeling stunned her, and she nearly dropped it. The big fella was on her once again. She raised the sword and slashed down hard enough to cut a rock. But it barely made a nick on the man. Her eyes flashed. She turned, ready to attack again, but Scar mentally yanked her back. "Watch," he said. Sam looked to see that the big man was frozen in place. His eyes were open, looking right at her, but he didn't move. Not even a slight twitch or blink. Then there was the sound of breaking ice. From his feet, something bright green spread and was slowly climbing up. He was turning to stone. Sam staggered in shock. Sinbad blocked yet another strike that threatened to take out his eye. Suddenly, there was a swish, and something warm splashed in his face. The small man froze and then fell. Sinbad raised a hand to his face and then nearly gagged. "Blood," and thick black blood at that. Sam watched in awe as the small man also started turning to green stone. "Wow," she sighed. "Disgusting!" Sinbad whispered yelled. Sam turned from the stone statues to scoff. "Sissy." "Don't f*cking call me that! You're not the one covered in a very dead person's blood," his nose twitched. "It smells like it's from the pit of hell's trash can." Suddenly, a shrill, high-pitched siren that sounded like the cries of a deranged pterodactyl blasted. But it barely drowned out the sound of heavy footsteps heading in their direction. Sam stretched her leg. "Let's do this." About a million thoughts ran through Sinbad's head. Then he blurted, "No." Sam raised a brow. "No?" Sinbad took a breath and nodded. "You should go... I'll stall them." Sam smiled, then scoffed. "No thanks, I don't have a habit of running away." "Can you put aside your f*cking ego? There are at least fifty armed men headed here!" Sinbad hissed. Sam glared at him. "Do not speak to me like that! Besides, we have the sword." "But you can't kill them all at once. I would rather you escaped than risk us both getting captured. Aria is still in danger. I need you to help me, to help her...please!" The door was hit from the outside, and Sinbad ran to push against it. "You better be alive when I return," Sam said. She wrapped up the sword and slung it across her shoulder. Sinbad let out a mirthless chuckle. "I'll try." As soon as the heir's lithe body disappeared out the window, Sinbad moved away, just as the door broke open with a bang. Men covered head to toe in black and holding guns swarmed in. Sinbad slowly dropped his axe and raised his hand. The men stood at attention and made way for someone. A woman in a white lab coat walked in. She was a beauty, but pale, like she had never been under the sun. Sinbad's first thought was that she was a vampire. But her aura was human. Her eyes, a pretty shade of brown, sized him up. "Where is the second person?" She had a thick accent that Sinbad couldn't recognize, but he heard her. "I'm not sure," he shrugged nonchalantly. Her eyes narrowed. "Don't test me, young man." Sinbad shrugged again but kept quiet. "Take him down, and search the forest. The other one couldn't have gotten far," she ordered.