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Gas
I took out the paperwork, slowly looking at the date. It was old and had stains on it. I opened it up and the paper crinkled as it unfolded. I put it back, I didn't want to learn anymore of the truth about my parents. They had lied to me for all those years and I had believe them. Could mum be a spy as well? That would explain the late evenings and all those injuries. I needed to know the truth, it could be something important. I took it out, when I heard a window smash. Then a couple more, this was bad.

Michael fluttered his eyes open, "Whats happening?" he yawned. His hair ruffled, his eyes teary. He was so innocent, this war brought nothing but devastation. This was has to stop. "I don't know," I replied. I couldn't lie to him now, I didn't know what was happening. I heard gunfire, Michael looking more scared now, I was scared too. It then stopped, everything went quiet. I could only hear me and Michael breathing, had they stopped? I then looked at the door and saw this yellow gas crawl underneath it. "Michael," I yelled, this was panicking. It could be poisonous, how stupid could I be to forget the gas masks. I looked at Micheal he hadn't replied, he already looked half dead. It was too late, but not for me. I held my breath trying to get away from the gas. I couldn't leave him on the floor, I dragged him and held him by my waist. I grabbed a chair and stood on it, Michael face was lifeless.

I couldn't keep this up, I just wanted to give in. I was so tiered, the new truth about my parents kept haunting me. All I wanted to do was sleep, sleep...

Prisoned
I opened my eyes, I was in some thought of bed made of iron. I looked at ceiling it was rustic and makeshift. The room was very small and not vey homely. The floor was cold stone with a rug near the bed. Its was very simplistic colours and looked very old and used. The only objects in the room was the light on the ceiling and the table near the bed. The room in a few words was makeshift and old. I sat up and one word shot into my mind, "Michael!" I screamed.

The word Michael echoed through the room, there was no reply, I ran to do the door. It was bolted and locked, made of iron, I wouldn't be able to knock it down. I looked around the room, there was nothing useful to break out. I was trapped. Alexander must have captured me, he must know about my parents job. What has he done with Michael, I screamed help until my voice could not take it anymore. I looked on the table and saw a meal, I slowly ate it. I forget how hungry I was, it was not that nice but it was better than nothing.

I then noticed another thing on the bed a book, I open it up. It was my favourite book, what a coincident. I opened it up and starting reading chapter 1, Captured and waiting. I flicked to the next page, when I heard some footsteps. I could tell it was one person, male. There footsteps were loud but with no echo. Each footstep brought me closer to my fate. What was in store for me, did not look good. I listed in my mind all my achievements in life and what I would of done if I lived. I would of lived a long life and might of have kids. I then thought of Michael so younger than me, never been to school. I should of saved him, but how.

The key latched in the door and the strange figure entered the room...

Rescue...
I was afraid but I didn't show it, stay strong for appearance's sake. I looked up expecting a guard or maybe even Alexander himself (although I doubted 'd get the 'honour'.) But it wasn't any of them, in fact I didn't even consider that he even knew I was here. My Dad. I ran over to him to hug him but he gestured to be quiet. He led me by my hand out of the prison. It was dark in the corridors, I used to be afraid of the dark as a little girl but that fear had gone long ago.

I tried to catch my Dad's eye, to see what was going on, my Mum used to say you could see a lot from a person's eyes. He kept his head turned away though, only looking forward. A we were walking, I heard voices coming from a corridor ahead. Guards. Dad heard them too and reacted fast. He pulled us both into a small door on the other side of the wall which turned out to be a cupboard. I wanted to ask him so much but now wan't right. We waited until the voices had passed and then he got out.

Finally we got out of the prison after what seemed to be like hours even thoug it was probably less. 'Dad,what should we do.' I asked. He looked away and told me 'You need to walk away from here. Keep on walking north to the next town and find the safe house. You'll know it when you see it, it is distinctive from the rest. As for me, I have to go. Your mother needs me and I can't fail her.' He kissed me on the forehead and seemed to vanish leaving me alone in the moonlight. I did what ge told me. I walked.