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The Governor's Son
设定:Theo's dad is the governor. All his life he had to be the perfect kid. Things were easier when his mom was around until she died. After that his dad Jonathon Vanderbilt became very strict. Theo and his sister Eliza were hidden away. Theo gets a chance to go to college. He sees it as an escape. The more time he spends away from his dad he finds out his mother's death wasn't an accident. The guy behind him is coming back. The target? Governor Vanderbilt. Things get out of hand when Theo gets media attention. His childhood best friend Nova comes back in town for the summer. Governor Vanderbilt asks her to keep an eye on Theo. She helps Theo as he looks for the guy behind it all. Theo has loved Nova since they were kids but is this the time for romance. Things re getting serious. A shooting at a rally held for the governor leads to Nova shot in the arm
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Jonathon Vanderbilt
governor of the state and Theo's strict father, widowed and protective of his children, imposing figure with greying hair, authoritative and secretive.
Eliza Vanderbilt
Theo's sister and confidante, supportive of Theo, petite with blonde hair, intelligent and cautious.
Theodore "Theo" Vanderbilt
governor's son, in love with Nova, tall with dark hair, determined and protective.
I never wanted to be the governor’s son.
We enter the abandoned building, our footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
Nova and Eliza drag me into an abandoned warehouse, my blood leaving a trail on the cracked concrete floor.
We step into the overgrown courtyard, the morning light casting a soft glow on the tangled vines and wildflowers that have claimed the space.
We burst through the back exit, the cold morning air hitting us like a slap in the face.
I never wanted to be the son of a politician at all, but I was born into it and there was no way out.
I grip Nova's hand tightly, feeling her trembling fingers interlock with mine.
My shoulder screams in protest, but I push the pain aside.
"Stay low," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the chaos.
The air inside is stale, filled with the scent of dust and decay.
The air is crisp, carrying the scent of dew and earth.
My father, Jonathon Vanderbilt, is the governor of our state, and he’s strict as hell.
The air is thick with dust, and the faint smell of mildew lingers in the air.
They find a dusty corner and lay me down gently.
We crawl towards the back exit, our movements frantic but deliberate.
Nova and Eliza are right behind me, their eyes scanning every corner for any signs of danger.
He’s also a widower, my mother having died when I was just a kid.
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of our mission pressing down on me.
Nova and Eliza are right beside me, their faces set with determination.
"Which way now?" Nova asks, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
The café is a whirlwind of panic, with people diving under tables and chairs.
"Stick to the alleys," Eliza says, her voice low but urgent. "We can't risk being seen."
I don’t remember her all that well, but I do remember she was kind and loving.
"Check each room," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "We need to find a safe spot."
"Stay with us, Theo," Nova says, her voice trembling but determined.
"We head towards the main street," I reply, my voice firm. "We need to move quickly."
The air is thick with tension and the acrid smell of gunpowder.
We navigate through narrow passageways, the walls closing in around us.
She would have hated the way my father rules our family with an iron fist.
We move cautiously, peeking into each room we pass.
She rips her shirt to make bandages, her hands shaking as she works.
Most are filled with debris and broken furniture, remnants of a time long gone.
The alleys are littered with trash and broken glass, the remnants of a forgotten city.
Eliza moves quickly, searching through the debris for any useful supplies.
He’s always been overprotective of my sister Eliza and me, but after my mother died, he became even more so.
I glance back to see the masked figure scanning the room, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses.
We navigate through the early morning streets, keeping to the shadows as much as possible.
He wouldn’t let us out of his sight for years, and we were both homeschooled until high school.
Finally, we come across a small office with a lockable door.
He’s searching for us.
She overturns old crates and rusted metal scraps, her flashlight casting long shadows on the walls.
Every step feels like a gamble, each corner a potential trap.
The city is waking up, but it's still quiet enough for us to move without drawing too much attention.
"How's your shoulder?" Nova asks, glancing at me with concern.
As we turn a corner, I spot a black SUV parked suspiciously nearby.
I groan in pain, my face pale and clammy.
Even then, we weren’t allowed to go to a regular school.
"This will do," Eliza says, her voice steady but urgent. "Let's set up here."
My heart races even faster.
"That doesn't look right," I mutter, nodding towards the vehicle.
"Still attached," I manage to say through gritted teeth. "Let's keep moving."
"Almost there," I mutter, more to myself than to Nova.
We slip inside and close the door behind us.
The wound in my shoulder throbs with each heartbeat, sending waves of agony through my body.
We reach the exit and push through, stumbling into the dimly lit alley.
Eliza immediately starts barricading it with old furniture, her movements quick and efficient.
Instead, we attended a private academy with tight security.
We avoid the main streets, sticking to the shadows as much as possible.
Nova kneels beside me, her eyes filled with worry.
Eliza's eyes narrow. "We should split up. It'll be harder for them to follow all of us."
The cold night air hits us like a slap in the face.
The sound of distant sirens sends a chill down my spine.
She pushes a heavy desk against the door and stacks chairs on top of it.
I guess that’s why I’m here now, in my dorm room at the university, staring at an old family photo.
Nova and Lily exchange glances before Nova speaks up. "We'll head to that café over there and call for help."
"I need to stitch this up," she says, trying to stay calm.
Nova sets her bag down and begins pulling out medical supplies.
Her hands are unsteady as she threads a needle with some thread she found in her backpack.
"Good idea," I say. "Be careful."
I pull Nova to her feet, both of us breathing heavily.
It’s one of the few things I brought with me when I moved out.
They're getting closer.
"Over there," Eliza points to a small, rundown motel at the end of an alley. "We can take refuge there."
My phone buzzes on the desk, breaking the silence.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my eyes scanning her for any sign of injury.
Nova and Lily hurry off towards the café while Eliza and I continue towards the governor's mansion.
"We need to clean those wounds properly," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Eliza stands guard by the broken windows, peeking through the shattered glass.
I pick it up and see a message from Eliza.
I nod and sit down on an old chair, wincing as the pain in my shoulder flares up again.
We make our way to the motel, its neon sign flickering weakly in the early morning light.
The night outside is eerily quiet, only our heavy breaths filling the space.
She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"How's it looking out there?" Nova asks without looking up from her work.
Relief washes over me when I see she's unharmed.
Nova kneels beside me, her hands moving with practiced precision as she cleans the wound.
"Be careful," it reads. "Dad's paranoia is getting worse."
The building looks like it hasn't seen maintenance in years, its paint peeling and windows cracked.
The streets grow busier as we approach, people going about their morning routines.
"All clear for now," Eliza replies, her voice tense. "But we can't stay here long."
"Hold still," she murmurs, threading a needle with some surgical thread. "This is going to hurt."
I feel a mix of anger and determination boiling inside me.
"We need to get out of here," I whisper urgently.
Nova nods and focuses on stitching my wound.
But there's an underlying tension in the air, a sense of unease that sets my nerves on edge.
I can’t let him control my life anymore.
I grit my teeth and nod, bracing myself for the pain.
Without another word, we sprint down the alley, our footsteps echoing off the brick walls.
As we near the mansion, I notice increased security—guards patrolling the perimeter, their eyes sharp and alert.
I grab my jacket and head out the door, determined to meet Nova at the café down the street.
"Let's hope it's empty," I mutter as we approach the entrance.
"We're going to have to be smart about this," Eliza whispers.
Eliza pushes open the door cautiously, her metal pipe at the ready.
Before I can respond, shots ring out from behind us.
Each stitch sends a jolt through my body, but I remain silent, my eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.
The lobby is deserted, dust motes dancing in the beams of sunlight filtering through dirty windows.
Adrenaline fuels our escape, pushing us to move faster than we ever thought possible.
Each poke of the needle sends a jolt of pain through me, but I bite down hard to keep from crying out.
"Almost done," she murmurs, more to herself than to me.
Sirens wail in the distance, growing louder with each passing second.
"Upstairs," she whispers. "Find an empty room."
The walk to the café is brisk, my mind racing with thoughts of our next move.
Eliza finishes barricading the door and moves to the cracked window.
I instinctively shield Eliza with my body as we dive for cover behind a parked car.
The sound of bullets hitting metal fills the air, sending sparks flying.
She peers through it cautiously, her eyes narrowing as she scans the street outside.
Nova has always been my confidant, someone who understands the weight of our family secrets.
We need to disappear before they arrive.
The minutes stretch on as Nova works diligently.
We climb the creaky staircase, each step echoing loudly in the silence.
As I push open the door to the café, I spot her sitting in a corner booth, looking worried but resolute.
Finally, we find an unlocked door and slip inside.
Eliza continues to scan the surroundings, her eyes darting nervously from one shadow to another.
"Stay down!" I shout over the noise.
We turn a corner and find ourselves in another alley, this one narrower and darker.
"Anything?" Nova asks without looking up from her work.
"Not yet," Eliza replies, her voice tense. "But we can't let our guard down."
Nova locks the door behind us while Eliza checks the room for any hidden threats.
"Theo," she says as I slide into the seat across from her.
Trash bins line the walls, and the smell of rotting food fills the air.
As dawn approaches, a faint light begins to filter through the broken windows.
Eliza nods, her face pale but determined.
I can hear our pursuer's footsteps behind us, getting closer.
The first rays of morning cast a dim glow over the warehouse's interior, revealing more details of its dilapidated state—rusted machinery, broken furniture, and piles of discarded junk.
"We need to get closer to the mansion," she says urgently. "We can't stay here."
"Nova," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
The tension in the room is palpable as we listen for any sounds outside.
It's small and dingy, with a single bed and a broken chair.
Every creak of the building seems amplified in the silence.
Suddenly, we hear distant footsteps echoing through the empty streets outside.
"This way!" I hiss, pulling Nova towards a fire escape ladder.
I peek over the edge of the car, spotting the black SUV with its windows rolled down.
But it's safe—for now.
We talk in hushed tones about the mysterious man linked to my mother’s death.
A figure inside is aiming a gun in our direction.
Nova finishes stitching my wound and ties off the thread with a sigh of relief.
"We need to tend to your wounds again," Nova says, setting her bag down on the bed.
We all freeze, holding our breath as we listen intently.
We scramble up the metal rungs, our hands slipping on the cold steel.
"I did some digging," Nova says, leaning in closer. "This guy has connections everywhere. It’s like he’s a ghost."
A chill runs down my spine.
"Someone's coming," Eliza whispers urgently. "Get ready."
"We're pinned down," I say through gritted teeth. "We need a distraction."
"There," she says softly. "That should hold for now."
The sound of footsteps grows louder below us.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion.
Eliza's eyes dart around before settling on a nearby trash can.
We reach the rooftop and duck behind a large air conditioning unit, trying to catch our breath.
I nod gratefully. "Thanks."
Nova finishes the last stitch and ties off the thread with trembling fingers.
Nova pulls out her medical supplies and starts cleaning my shoulder wound once more.
"Cover me," she says, grabbing a piece of debris from the ground.
Eliza turns away from the window, her expression grim. "We need to stay alert. I heard footsteps earlier. They could be getting closer."
The city sprawls out below us, a maze of lights and shadows.
She helps me sit up against the wall, my body weak but determined to stay alert.
Eliza moves to the window, peering through a crack in the curtains.
Eliza grabs a metal pipe from the floor and positions herself near the entrance.
"We can't stay here," Nova says between gasps. "He'll find us."
"Do you think he had something to do with Mom’s death?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes scan the street below, every muscle in her body tense.
We all exchange worried glances but know there's no other option but to stay put for now.
I nod and rise slightly, drawing fire away from her as she hurls the debris at the trash can.
Nova picks up a piece of broken glass, her knuckles white as she grips it tightly.
I nod, peeking around the edge of the unit to see if we're being followed.
Nova starts organizing her medical supplies while Eliza continues to keep watch.
Nova nods slowly. "It’s possible. We need more information."
"Theo, this might hurt," Nova warns as she applies antiseptic to my wound.
Suddenly, the door to the café bursts open.
The footsteps grow louder, closer.
The minutes stretch on, each one feeling like an eternity.
I nod and brace myself for the sting.
The alley below is empty for now.
"We need to keep moving," I agree. "Let's head towards the old warehouse district. We can lose him there."
The distant sound of footsteps grows louder, sending a chill down my spine.
It topples over with a loud crash, spilling its contents onto the street and momentarily diverting our attackers' attention.
A masked figure storms in, gun drawn.
We hold our breath, ready to defend ourselves if necessary.
She works quickly but carefully, her hands steady despite the tension in the room.
"They're coming," Eliza whispers urgently. "Get ready."
"Get down!" I shout, instinctively shielding Nova with my body.
The tension in the air is palpable as we wait for whoever—or whatever—is approaching.
Nova nods, and we make our way across the rooftop, careful not to make too much noise.
"Now!" I shout.
We sprint towards a side alley, ducking behind another car just as more shots ring out.
The figure fires a shot, and the window behind us shatters into a million pieces.
Nova grabs a piece of broken glass from the floor and holds it tightly in her hand.
Every creak and groan of the old building seems amplified in the silence.
Glass rains down around us as chaos erupts in the café.
I pick up an old metal rod lying nearby, my grip firm despite the pain in my shoulder.
My shoulder throbs with pain, but I push it aside.
Suddenly, distant sirens grow louder, their wails piercing through the silence.
"They're close," Eliza mutters. "Too close."
We need to keep moving.
We jump from one building to the next, our hearts pounding in unison.
The footsteps stop just outside our door.
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to process what just happened.
As we reach the edge of another rooftop, I hear a shout from below.
We hold our breath, waiting for whatever comes next.
People are screaming and ducking for cover.
"We're almost there," Eliza pants. "Just a little further."
Nova finishes bandaging my shoulder and looks up at Eliza. "What do you see?"
Finally, a figure appears at the entrance of the warehouse.
It's hard to make out their features in the dim light, but they seem cautious as they step inside.
Eliza's eyes narrow as she scans the street. "Nothing yet. But we need to be ready."
I glance at Nova; her eyes are wide with fear but she nods, signaling she’s okay.
"There they are!"
We weave through backstreets and alleys until we reach a high fence surrounding the governor's mansion.
"Who's there?" Eliza demands, raising her makeshift weapon defensively.
The tension is palpable as we wait in silence.
I look down to see the masked figure pointing up at us, his gun still in hand.
The sound of sirens grows louder in the distance—backup is on its way.
Every creak of the building seems amplified, every sound a potential threat.
Suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door as someone tries to force it open.
"We need to climb over," Eliza says, eyeing the fence warily.
The figure stops and raises their hands slowly. "Don't shoot! I'm not here to hurt you."
"Go!" I shout to Nova as I push her forward.
Then, without warning, there's a loud knock on the door.
I nod and boost her up first before pulling myself over despite my injured shoulder.
We leap across another gap between buildings just as a shot rings out behind us.
Eliza braces herself against the barricade, pushing back with all her strength.
We exchange wary glances before lowering our weapons slightly.
"Stay back!" she shouts through gritted teeth.
The bullet whizzes past my ear, too close for comfort.
"Who are you?" Nova asks cautiously.
We all freeze, our hearts pounding in unison.
We drop down on the other side, landing in a well-manicured garden.
"Who is it?" Eliza demands, her grip tightening on her metal pipe.
"Let's go," I say urgently.
The banging continues, each impact sending vibrations through the room.
"My name is Marcus," he replies. "I'm just looking for shelter. I saw you come in here last night."
We keep running, not daring to look back.
Nova stands beside me, her knuckles white as she grips the glass shard.
Eliza narrows her eyes suspiciously. "How do we know you're not lying?"
No response comes from outside.
The warehouse district is just ahead; we can make it if we keep moving.
We make our way towards the mansion's back entrance when suddenly more shots ring out from behind us.
I grab Eliza's arm and pull her into a nearby shed for cover.
"We won't let them get us," she says determinedly.
Marcus steps forward into a patch of light, revealing a tired but sincere expression. "I swear I'm telling the truth. I have nowhere else to go."
Another shot echoes through the night, but this time it misses entirely.
Just another knock—louder this time.
Nova grabs a piece of broken glass from her bag and stands beside me.
I nod in agreement. "Together."
"They're not giving up," she says breathlessly.
We reach the edge of the last building and slide down a drainpipe into an empty lot filled with abandoned cars and debris.
Nova looks at me for guidance. I nod weakly. "Let him stay—for now."
Eliza reluctantly lowers her pipe completely and steps aside to let Marcus enter fully.
The door creaks under the pressure but holds firm thanks to Eliza's efforts.
"This way," I say, leading Nova towards an old warehouse with broken windows and rusted doors.
"We have to act fast," I reply. "Our father’s life depends on it."
I pick up an old lamp from the bedside table, ready to defend ourselves if necessary.
The banging stops abruptly, followed by muffled voices outside.
He looks around nervously before finding a spot against one of the walls to sit down.
The knocking continues, relentless and insistent.
We slip inside and find ourselves in a vast open space filled with shadows and silence.
"We need to keep moving soon," Eliza says firmly. "We can't risk staying here any longer."
The only sound is our ragged breathing as we hide behind a stack of crates.
"They're trying to figure out another way in," Eliza says quietly. "We need to be ready to move."
Eliza takes a deep breath and steps closer to the door. "Whoever you are, we're armed! Leave now!"
"We should be safe here for now," I whisper. "But we need to figure out our next move."
Nova quickly packs up her medical supplies while I struggle to my feet.
I nod in agreement despite my exhaustion. "Let's rest for a moment and then we'll figure out our next move."
Silence follows her words for a moment that feels like an eternity.
Then, another loud bang on the door makes us all jump.
Every movement sends waves of pain through my body, but I push through it.
"Get ready," Eliza whispers urgently. "This could get ugly."
Eliza keeps watch at the window again, her eyes darting nervously from one shadow to another.
"We have to go now," she says urgently. "Before they find another way in."
We gather our things quickly and prepare to make our escape.
The tension is almost unbearable as we wait for the right moment to move.
Suddenly, there's a loud crash from somewhere else in the building.
The warehouse is dimly lit, with only a few shafts of moonlight piercing through the broken windows.
Marcus's eyes dart around the warehouse, taking in the dilapidated surroundings.
"They're inside!" Eliza shouts. "Move!"
He seems genuinely exhausted, but there's a tension in his posture that I can't ignore.
Dust particles float in the air, illuminated by the faint light, making the place feel both eerie and surreal.
Nova and I lean against the cold metal crates, trying to catch our breath.
We bolt for the back exit of the office, our hearts pounding in our chests.
Nova keeps a close watch on him, her grip on the piece of broken glass never loosening.
"We can't stay here long," Nova says, her voice trembling slightly.
"Thank you," Marcus says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod in agreement, scanning the room for any signs of danger.
Eliza doesn't respond, her eyes still narrowed with suspicion.
I can tell she's not convinced by his story.
My eyes catch something unusual—a small door partially hidden behind a stack of wooden pallets.
Neither am I, but we don't have many options right now.
"Look over there," I whisper, pointing towards the door.
Nova follows my gaze and nods.
Suddenly, Marcus shifts slightly and I catch a glint of metal from under his jacket.
Before I can react, he pulls out a hidden knife and lunges at Eliza with surprising speed.
"Let's check it out."
The shed is dimly lit, filled with old gardening tools and cobwebs hanging from the rafters.
The door bursts open, revealing a young girl, her eyes wide with fear.
I scan the room quickly, searching for anything useful.
"Eliza!" I shout, pushing myself up despite the pain in my shoulder.
"Help me," she pleads, her voice trembling.
We move cautiously, each step echoing in the vast emptiness of the warehouse.
My eyes land on a rusty crowbar leaning against the wall.
I tackle Marcus to the ground, my body screaming in protest as we hit the cold concrete floor.
I reach the door first and gently push it open.
Despite the pain in my shoulder, I motion for her to come in.
Nova screams and rushes to help, grabbing the metal pipe from Eliza's hand.
Nova quickly locks the door behind her and turns to face the girl.
It creaks loudly, causing us both to freeze for a moment.
"We can use this," I say, gripping it tightly.
Marcus slashes wildly with the knife, managing to cut my arm deeply.
Behind the door is a narrow staircase descending into darkness.
Eliza steps forward, her eyes filled with suspicion.
Eliza nods, her eyes wide with fear but determined.
"Good. We might need it."
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Blood pours from the wound, but I hold on, trying to wrestle the knife away from him.
"This might be our way out," I whisper to Nova.
The girl looks around frantically before answering.
Eliza grabs Marcus's knife hand, her fingers digging into his wrist as she tries to pry it free.
She nods again, her eyes wide with apprehension.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps approaching the shed.
"My name is Lily. I was being chased by a masked figure."
My heart races as I position myself near the door, ready to strike.
"Hold him still!" she yells.
We descend into the tunnel, the air growing damp and musty with each step.
Eliza's eyes narrow.
Eliza crouches behind an old workbench, clutching her metal pipe.
"The same one that attacked us?"
The door creaks open slowly, and a masked figure steps inside.
Without hesitation, I swing the crowbar with all my strength, aiming for the intruder's arm.
Nova swings the pipe with all her might, aiming for Marcus's head.
Lily nods, tears welling up in her eyes.
The walls are rough and cold to the touch, and the only light comes from a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The impact is sickeningly loud, and Marcus collapses, unconscious.
"I overheard them talking about attacking the governor."
The impact is solid, and the figure drops their gun with a grunt of pain.
Our footsteps echo eerily in the confined space.
My heart races at her words.
Eliza moves quickly, grabbing the fallen weapon and pointing it at the attacker.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps above us—our pursuer is close.
We waste no time tying him up with torn fabric from our clothes.
Eliza checks my wounds quickly, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.
"Don't move!" she commands.
I tighten my grip on Nova's hand and lead her deeper into the tunnel.
"We need to warn my father," I say urgently.
The masked figure groans and collapses to the floor, unconscious from the blow.
Eliza glances at me, then back at Lily.
The passage twists and turns, disorienting us as we navigate through the darkness.
"We can't stay here," she says urgently. "He might have friends nearby."
I take a deep breath, my hands shaking from the adrenaline.
Nova nods in agreement. "Let's gather our things and get out of here."
"Stay close," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our own breathing.
"Is there a safe way out of here?"
Lily hesitates for a moment before speaking.
Despite my injuries, I push myself up and help them collect our belongings.
"We need to tie him up," I say, looking around for something to use.
Nova squeezes my hand in response.
Eliza spots a coil of old rope hanging on the wall and grabs it.
"There’s a hidden passage in the motel basement. It leads to an old tunnel system."
Every movement sends waves of pain through my body, but I grit my teeth and keep going.
As we round another corner, a distant voice calls out my name.
"Theo!"
The warehouse feels even more oppressive now, its shadows seeming to close in around us.
Nova grabs our bags and starts packing up our belongings.
"Here," she says, tossing it to me.
We move quickly but carefully, knowing that danger is still close behind.
I stop abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest.
"We need to move now."
We work together to bind the attacker's hands and feet securely.
Once we've gathered everything we need, we make our way to the back entrance of the warehouse.
"Did you hear that?" I ask Nova.
Eliza nods in agreement and helps me to my feet.
She nods, her face pale with fear. "It's Eliza."
The first light of dawn casts long shadows across the cracked concrete floor as we step outside into the chilly morning air.
"Lead the way," she instructs Lily.
We follow Lily down the creaky staircase and through a narrow hallway.
Once he's restrained, we step back and assess our situation.
"We need to find a safe place to regroup," Eliza says, her voice steady despite the urgency in her eyes.
A beam of light pierces through the darkness ahead of us, revealing Eliza holding a flashlight.
Her face is etched with worry as she approaches us.
The air grows colder and damper as we descend into the basement.
"Let's get to Dad," I whisper urgently.
I nod in agreement. "Let's head towards the old factory district. There might be some abandoned buildings we can use for cover."
Eliza nods, her grip tightening on the gun. "Lead the way."
"We need to hurry," she urges, her voice shaking. "He's right behind you."
Nova supports me as we move through the deserted streets, her grip firm and reassuring.
We exit the shed cautiously, scanning our surroundings for any more threats.
Without wasting another second, we follow Eliza deeper into the labyrinthine passageways.
Old pipes line the walls, dripping water onto the cracked concrete floor.
The garden is eerily quiet, only the distant sound of sirens breaking the silence.
Eliza takes point, her eyes scanning every corner for signs of danger.
We move quickly but carefully towards the mansion's back entrance.
Lily stops in front of a large, rusted trapdoor concealed beneath a pile of old crates.
The tunnel seems to stretch on forever, each turn looking identical to the last.
As we navigate through the maze of alleys and side streets, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched.
She pushes the crates aside and pulls open the door with some effort.
As we approach, I notice a side door slightly ajar.
"Where are we going?" I ask, trying to keep up with Eliza's brisk pace.
"This way," I say softly, motioning for Eliza to follow.
A dark hole gapes below, leading into unknown depths.
Every shadow seems to hide a potential threat, every sound amplified by our heightened senses.
"There's an exit ahead," she replies. "It leads to an old service tunnel that connects to the subway system. We can lose him there."
"Are you sure this is safe?" Nova asks, peering into the darkness.
Finally, we reach the outskirts of the factory district.
We slip inside and find ourselves in a dimly lit hallway lined with old portraits and ornate furniture.
Lily nods. "It's our best chance."
We push forward, our breaths coming in short gasps as we navigate through the maze-like tunnels.
The buildings here are crumbling and overgrown with weeds, their windows shattered and doors hanging off their hinges.
The air is thick with tension as we make our way through the mansion, every creak of the floorboards setting us on edge.
"We need to find his office," Eliza whispers. "He should be there."
The sound of footsteps behind us grows louder, spurring us to move faster.
"This way," Eliza says, leading us towards a particularly large building that looks relatively intact.
Eliza hands me a flashlight from her bag and takes one for herself.
I nod and lead her down a series of corridors until we reach a large wooden door at the end of a hallway.
Finally, we reach a heavy metal door at the end of the tunnel.
We slip inside through a broken window and find ourselves in what used to be a storage area.
"We'll go first," she says, shining the light into the tunnel.
One by one, we climb down the rickety ladder into the darkness below.
Eliza fumbles with a set of keys before finding the right one and unlocking it.
"This must be it," I say quietly.
Old crates and rusted machinery are scattered around haphazardly.
We burst through the door and find ourselves in an even darker passageway.
Eliza takes a deep breath and raises the gun. "Ready?"
"Let's set up here for now," Nova suggests. "We need to rest and tend to Theo's wounds properly."
The tunnel is narrow and damp, with walls covered in moss and grime.
I nod and push open the door slowly.
Eliza nods in agreement. "I'll keep watch."
"This way," Eliza says, leading us down another narrow corridor.
The air is thick with the smell of mildew and decay.
Inside, my father is seated at his desk, surrounded by papers and maps.
As Nova helps me sit down against one of the crates, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.
The air here is even colder and damper than before.
"Stay close," Eliza whispers as we move forward.
The only sounds are our footsteps echoing off the tunnel walls and the distant drip of water.
His eyes widen in surprise as he sees us enter.
For now, we're safe—but I know it won't last long.
We can hear water dripping somewhere in the distance.
Every step feels like it could be our last, but we press on, driven by urgency.
The sound of our pursuer's footsteps is still close behind us.
"Theo? Eliza? What are you doing here?" he asks, rising from his chair.
"We'll figure this out," Nova says softly as she starts cleaning my wounds again. "We'll get through this together."
We round another corner and see a faint light ahead—a sign that we're nearing an exit.
I nod weakly, grateful for her support. "Yeah... together."
After what feels like an eternity, we come to a fork in the tunnel.
Lily hesitates for a moment before pointing to the left passage.
"No time to explain," I say quickly. "You're in danger. We need to get you out of here."
"This way leads closer to town."
Before he can respond, more footsteps echo down the hallway behind us.
We follow her lead, moving as quickly as we can without making too much noise.
The tunnel twists and turns, each bend revealing more darkness ahead.
I turn just in time to see another masked figure appear in the doorway.
Suddenly, Eliza stops and holds up her hand.
"Get down!" I shout, raising the crowbar defensively.
"Wait," she whispers sharply.
The tunnel splits into two paths, each disappearing into darkness.
Eliza fires a warning shot into the ceiling, causing the intruder to hesitate.
"Stay back!" she yells.
"Which way?" Nova asks, panic rising in her voice.
The masked figure pauses for a moment before retreating down the hallway.
I glance at both paths, trying to decide quickly.
We freeze in place, straining to hear what she heard.
Eliza steps forward, pointing to the left.
"We need to move now," I say urgently. "They won't give up that easily."
My father nods and grabs a small bag from under his desk. "Let's go."
Faint voices echo from somewhere up ahead, growing louder with each passing second.
"This way, trust me," she says firmly.
"They're coming," Eliza says urgently. "We need to hide."
We hurry out of his office and make our way towards another exit at the far end of the mansion.
Without hesitation, we sprint down the left path.
We scramble into a small alcove carved into the tunnel wall, pressing ourselves against the cold stone.
As we reach the door, more shots ring out from behind us.
Our pursuer's footsteps echo behind us, growing louder with each passing second.
"Keep moving!" I shout over my shoulder.
The tunnel narrows, forcing us to move single file.
I hold my breath as the voices draw nearer, my heart pounding in my chest.
I lead the way, with Nova close behind and Eliza bringing up the rear.
Two figures pass by our hiding spot, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the tunnel walls.
We burst through the exit and into another courtyard, this one filled with neatly trimmed hedges and flowerbeds.
They speak in hushed tones, their words indistinct but filled with malice.
The morning sun casts long shadows across the ground as we sprint towards a waiting car parked nearby.
The walls are rough and damp, brushing against my shoulders as we squeeze through.
As they move further down the tunnel, I let out a shaky breath.
"Hurry!" Eliza urges as she opens the car door.
A faint light appears ahead, a small beacon of hope in the oppressive darkness.
"We're almost there," I call back to Nova and Eliza.
We pile into the vehicle just as more masked figures emerge from the mansion behind us.
"We need to keep moving," I whisper.
Eliza nods and motions for us to continue.
"Go! Go!" I shout to my father as he starts the engine.
We push forward with renewed urgency, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
We slip out of our hiding spot and resume our journey through the dark tunnels.
Finally, after what feels like hours, we see a faint light up ahead.
"It's an exit," Lily says with relief in her voice.
The light grows brighter with each step, guiding us towards what we hope is safety.
We quicken our pace, emerging from the tunnel into an overgrown courtyard behind an abandoned building.
Suddenly, a gunshot rings out behind us.
I feel a sharp pain in my leg and stumble forward, nearly falling to the ground.
The first rays of dawn break through the trees, casting long shadows across the ground.
"We made it," Nova says breathlessly.
"Theo!" Nova screams, her voice filled with terror.
"I'm fine," I grit out through clenched teeth, determined to keep moving.
But there's no time to rest.
"We need to get to my father," I say urgently. "Before it's too late."
Blood seeps from the wound in my leg, but I force myself to stay upright.
"Keep going!" Eliza shouts from behind. "We're almost there!"
We reach the end of the tunnel and burst through an old wooden door into a dimly lit service tunnel.
The air is colder here, and the sound of dripping water echoes around us.
I limp forward, each step sending waves of pain through my leg.
Nova grabs my arm, helping me stay on my feet.
"We need to keep moving," she says urgently.
Eliza leads the way again, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.
"This tunnel connects to the subway system," she explains. "We can lose him there."
We press on, our footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.
The sound of our pursuer's footsteps fades slightly, but we know he's still close behind.
As we round another corner, we see a metal grate ahead—our way into the subway system.
Eliza reaches it first and begins prying it open with all her strength.
"Hurry!" I urge her, glancing back nervously.
With a final heave, Eliza pulls the grate free and we scramble through one by one.
The subway platform is deserted, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights.
"We need to get on a train," Eliza says breathlessly. "It's our best chance."
We rush towards the nearest platform just as a train pulls in with a screech of brakes.
The doors slide open and we pile inside, collapsing onto the seats.
As the train pulls away from the station, I finally allow myself to breathe a sigh of relief.
Nova pulls out a crumpled map from her backpack, spreading it across her lap.
She points to an obscure station circled in red ink.
"We can safely disembark here," she says, her voice steady but urgent.
I wince as a sharp pain shoots through my leg.
Blood seeps through the fabric of my pants, staining it dark red.
Eliza notices and immediately rips a piece of her shirt, kneeling beside me.
"Hold still," she instructs, wrapping the makeshift bandage tightly around my wound.
The train rattles through the dark tunnels, the sound echoing ominously around us.
Tension hangs thick in the air, each of us hyper-aware of every creak and groan of the train.
Nova keeps an eye on the car doors, her hand resting reassuringly on my shoulder.
"We're almost there," she whispers.
As we approach the station, the train begins to slow down.
We brace ourselves for another sprint, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action.
The doors slide open with a mechanical hiss, and we quickly exit, scanning the area for any signs of our pursuer.
The station is eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of electricity from the overhead lights.
The platform is deserted, shadows stretching long and thin across the concrete floor.
"Stay alert," Eliza murmurs, her eyes darting around nervously.
We move cautiously towards an exit sign at the far end of the platform.
My leg throbs with each step, but I push through the pain, determined to keep moving.
Nova stays close to me, her grip on my arm firm and supportive.
Suddenly, a noise echoes from behind us—a faint clatter that sends a jolt of fear through all three of us.
We freeze, listening intently.
"Did you hear that?" Nova asks in a hushed voice.
Eliza nods, her expression tense. "We need to move faster."
We quicken our pace, making our way towards a set of stairs leading up to street level.
The sound of footsteps behind us grows louder, confirming our worst fears—he's still on our trail.
"Go! Go!" I urge them as we ascend the stairs two at a time.
We burst out onto the street above, greeted by the cold night air and the distant sounds of city life.
The street is empty save for a few parked cars and flickering streetlights casting pools of light on the pavement.
"This way," Eliza says, leading us towards a narrow alleyway between two buildings.
We duck into the alley, our breaths coming in short gasps as we try to put more distance between us and our pursuer.
The alley is lined with dumpsters and discarded cardboard boxes, offering plenty of places to hide if necessary.
"We can't keep running forever," Nova says breathlessly as we reach a dead end.
"We need a plan."
Eliza glances around quickly before pointing to a fire escape ladder attached to one of the buildings.
"Up there," she suggests.
"We can get to the rooftops and find another way down."
I nod in agreement despite the pain in my leg.
"Let's go."
We scramble up the fire escape ladder one by one, trying to be as quiet as possible.
The metal rungs are cold under my hands, but I focus on climbing steadily.
As we reach the rooftop, I glance back down into the alley just in time to see our pursuer appear at its entrance.
He looks up and spots us immediately.
"There they are!" he shouts.
"Keep moving!" I urge Nova and Eliza as we sprint across the rooftop towards another building.
The gap between buildings is wide but manageable; we leap across it without hesitation.
Another gunshot rings out behind us just as we land on the next rooftop.
I feel another sharp pain—this time grazing my arm—but I push forward regardless.
"We need to lose him now!" Eliza shouts over her shoulder as we continue running.
"The subway station isn't far!"
We race towards another fire escape leading down into yet another alleyway below.
This time when we hit street level again we're closer than ever before to potential safety—the entrance to another subway station looms ahead like salvation itself.
We race down the alley, our breaths ragged and labored.
The cold night air stings my lungs with each inhale.
Nova and Eliza are right behind me, their footsteps echoing off the narrow brick walls.
"Keep going!" I shout, pushing myself harder despite the pain in my leg.
Suddenly, we reach a dead end.
A tall chain-link fence blocks our path, topped with barbed wire.
I turn around, my heart pounding in my chest.
A shadowy figure steps out from behind a dumpster, blocking our only escape route.
His face is obscured by the darkness, but I can see the sinister grin spreading across his lips.
"You should have stayed hidden," he sneers, pulling out a gun and aiming it directly at me.
I step in front of Nova and Eliza, shielding them with my body.
My heart races as I stare down the barrel of the gun.
Eliza's eyes widen in fear, but she stands firm beside me.
Nova clenches her fists, ready to fight if necessary.
The figure takes a step closer, his grin widening.
"You're making this too easy," he taunts.
I feel a surge of determination well up inside me.
I can't let him hurt us.
Without thinking, I lunge at him, grappling for the gun.
The alley fills with the sound of our struggle as we wrestle for control of the weapon.
His grip is strong, but I refuse to back down.
"Get back!" I shout to Nova and Eliza as we continue to grapple.
A shot rings out, echoing through the narrow alleyway.
For a moment, everything goes silent.
I feel a searing pain in my shoulder and stumble backward, clutching at the wound.
"Theo!" Nova screams, rushing to my side.
The figure stands over me, his gun still smoking.
He looks down at me with contempt. "You should have known better."
Eliza steps forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "Leave him alone!"
She lunges at him with surprising speed, catching him off guard.
They struggle briefly before she manages to knock the gun from his hand.
Nova grabs a nearby metal pipe and swings it at the figure's head with all her strength.
The impact sends him sprawling to the ground, dazed and disoriented.
"Let's go!" Eliza shouts, grabbing my arm and helping me to my feet.
We scramble over the chain-link fence despite its height and barbed wire.
Pain shoots through my shoulder with every movement, but I grit my teeth and push through it.
Once we're on the other side, we don't stop running until we're several blocks away from the alley.
We finally collapse against a wall in another deserted street, gasping for breath.
"Are you okay?" Nova asks urgently, examining my shoulder wound.
"I'll be fine," I manage to say through gritted teeth. "We need to keep moving."
Eliza nods in agreement. "We can't stay here. He might have backup."
With renewed determination, we push ourselves back onto our feet and continue moving through the darkened streets.
