Okay, this is probably the shortest damned flash I have ever written. But here it is... Set in the same world as my (poor, neglected) serial, Your LIes. The prompt is in bold within the text. 🙂
They'd found me.
I struggled to draw in steady breaths, vision dimming with my fear and panic. I couldn't go back. Wouldn't. I'd rather die fighting than be back in that cold white room...
I shook my head and tried to focus. I didn't even know if it was me they were after. It could beany of us. The small shack was full of magic users and Sympathizers - all painted as terrorists and targeted.
I looked to the older man standing near the window, taking comfort in the power radiating from him. He was helping me with my magic, teaching me. He'd gotten us out of the city, to this safe house. And it had seemed safe during the the two days we'd hunkered down. Until tonight, when sirens and flashing lights and threats had erased that illusion.
"Those of you with magic, get ready to use it," he said quietly. "We're going to have to work together to get the fuck out of this."
"You said we'd be safe here!" my friend, Peyton, cried, cringing as more shouting sounded outside - demands that we give ourselves up or they'd come in, armed, to take us.
“No, I said we were safer, not safe," he snapped. "I don't know what you thought you were in the middle of, boys and girls, but this is a rebellion. Plain and simple."
His bright blue gaze met mine, and I nodded. I hadn't been prepared for this - not even a little, as much as I'd tried to - but it wasn't a surprise. I'd known I would be hunted. From my parents' warnings, to my father's disappearance, to being taken...and escaping - the fear I felt now, no matter how overwhelming, was familiar. I'd lived with it my whole life.
"And if there is one truth you need to accept, sooner rather than later," he said, his power building with each word, "nowhere is safe. Not for us."