Fear leaks from her body in the form of sweat, giving her turquoise skin a glistening look. They are so close, and she is terrified of what they might do to her. Kicking herself mentally, she tries not to think about it. Instead, she tries to think of a way off the damn ship.
She can't just walk off the ship, not now that they've already left the port. It would be certain death. Then again, maybe it would be better than waiting for them to find her. Maybe she could get in an escape pod-- all she'd have to do is give them the slip and make a run for it, hope that none of them are watching the escape pods from the control room.
The clatter of metal on metal comes from down the corridor and she gasps. Her hand rushes to cover her mouth as the sound escapes. Time is running out, and she knows it all too well. It's time to run again. She can only hope she can outrun them one more time.
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