Pisaries Creator

My fingers hurt more than they already did, but I had to get out of this building as quickly as possible. I wasn't sure if there would be guards to greet me once the elevator door opened. I held tight onto the positive scenario there would be nothing to get in my way. I could not be forced to live in a place with such rigidity. The pure fear gripped me deep inside, and I tried my best not to let it overwhelm me. I wasn't sure how I had gotten into this situation. All I wanted to do was to be left alone. Now that this was no longer an option for me until I found the next opportunity, and didn't know how long that would take, someone found out about me and wanted me to suffer. The person or persons had become my enemies, which is too bad because they could have been my friends. I had mad skills. People tend to overlook my importance. 

The elevator was approaching the ground floor based on the floor numbers above the door. It was pure luck the elevator kept moving without anyone getting on it. When I heard the ding, my fingers relaxed a little bit. Now it was more important to focus on my legs. They felt like Jello and needed them to feel like flexible and strong. I had to get to the front door. Once I got there, I would be almost free. These people wanted to hold me against my will. They would take away your freedom with their sinister planning. I saw their intentions on their faces. They already saw me as guilty and would throw me into one of their rooms with their catatonic followers. I wanted no part of this. I didn't belong there. 

I sprinted toward the door and wished I had longer legs. I was never good at being fast in anything. I pushed my body as quick as it could go. I was inches from the door when I felt resistance. Without knowing what was behind me, I turned around and punched at what was preventing me from leaving. It wasn't a person but a robot. The impact didn't do anything of consequence. I tried to bend one of its fingers back to break it off. It did nothing. The robot never turned its head to acknowledge me.

I dragged the robot behind me. I grabbed the handle and stepped over the threshold with both feet. My body was fully outside although the robot was not. I saw human guards running towards us. I yanked on the robot. It had no choice but to let go. The operator of the robot knew I had legally escaped. Two guards grabbed the robot's arms and pulled it back inside but not before I gave it a nice kick to its body. This did nothing to damage it, but it felt good. This fleeting feeling left quickly as I saw trouble coming my way on the sidewalk.
“Damn,” I said. This was going to be harder than I wanted. My legs moved fast because my independence was important to me. It was more important than any plan dangled in front of me. If it takes more than a second for anyone to respond to an easy question like the one I kept asking, it was best to keep moving. 

“Why are you here?” 

Not even crickets in the distance but a whole lot of filth I've left behind me.