Hi, second part of my prologue, there will be three parts I think...
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After leaving the block last, only two had followed me, but they were faster than I had expected. My muscles were still warming up after the time spent in bed. Although, I was quite fast for someone who seemed to do no exercise.
They were faster; much faster.
I started running down the narrow corridor, but it was soon evident that I wouldn’t be able to escape the nightmare. Why were they doing this to me- To all of us, what had we done? I
grimaced as my knuckles momentarily brushed against the slippery wall, grazing them on the coarse concrete that lay beneath the slimy layers of fungi. The crimson blood splattered everywhere; over my clothes, on the floor and walls, because of my determination to keep on running, and the rapid movements my hands were forced into. The blood could be vital, I thought to myself. If I had more time, I surely would have gone back and erased it all. I would have been so thorough that they wouldn’t even know I was there, or that their walls had been tainted by my blood. I would have done all of that - been forced into drastic precautions, instantaneously knowing what they could do with a single drop of my blood. All they needed was a single strand of DNA. It was what they had already done, right?
How many of the men would there be? Reflecting on the chase scene so far, I knew there to be at least two. They couldn’t let me go; not now, when I already knew so much.
But what did I really know? That they had somehow ‘created’ entire rooms of the same person? Were they molding us; shaping us into the perfect weapon, or were they experimenting, cloning human beings for the sake of science?
Did the government know?
I swore under my breath, my attempt at freedom is hopeless! I listened carefully, trying to ignore my breathing and footsteps so I could hear my pursuers.
They knew I was trapped. It had been obvious that I couldn’t escape from early on in the chase. I knew that they would be able to catch me faster than I could say ‘freedom’.
I tried to keep running, push my body to work to the extreme. Anger rushed through me, and I felt a lump form in my throat. Who gave them the right to do this? I tried to keep my breathing low, depriving my body of the oxygen it needed, to stay hidden from the men that were pursuing me. The voices were growing louder, reverberating through the basement corridors. I listened carefully, but I was unable to tell which direction they were coming from. Were there more? Had some found their way into the tunnel to trap me even sooner?
I must have been the only one stupid enough to stay in the compound longer than necessary.
I stopped, risking the chance of them catching up to me, but maybe saving myself from running straight into them. Frozen against the damp wall, I dared not move in the fear of colliding with them.
As I waited for some indication, my heart sped up, despite my attempts to keep it slow. I fought the urge to sit down and cry, give up my hopeless attempt at an escape. What could I really do, anyway? It’s not like I could expose them, they wouldn’t allow it.
As I sat there, wallowing in my own self pity, I kept an eye out for a weapon. What was the worst that could happen; they had probably already decided I was to die.
Weapon: That meant that I would have to truly look around, taking in the environment in all of its aspects.
There was water dripping everywhere, so much water that it was a risk just to move. They could hear you; follow your splashes and watch the water settle as they decide how to do it, how to ‘take care’ of you.
Sadly, I wasn’t like them, I couldn’t pick out a pin drop at a boisterous party. I would have to rely on sight, and pure childhood ingenuity.
That dreaded lump clogged my wind pipe, and despite my best attempts, I started gasping for breath like a kid doing class speeches.
A small part in that back of my mind was yelling, screaming at me to pull myself together. It couldn’t be long now, they would come and here I would be, a bawling mess, waiting for them to take me back, if they would do even that.
Right, weapons: It was hard to keep my mind focused when everything I saw reminded me of what I was.
Weapons… no, there was only water; nothing else.
The water that fed the moss on the wall, the growing fungi that padded my back.
The water that dripped from the pipes, faulty leaking in such a perfect and well designed place.
The water that hung in the air - a hazy fog that reflected the light into amazing patterns, and preventing it from reaching some places all together.
Luckily, my mental breakdown had happened in such a place. I was cloaked from peering eyes, due to the faint lights were spaced perhaps as far as fifteen meters apart.
I heard a splash, followed soon by more.
They were coming.
It was now or never. The pure will and sheer determination to live overpowered my fright, and I froze rigid against the wall. They would have already heard me. It was, no doubt, too late, but worth a try none the less. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the noise, survival instincts overpowering the intense hammering of my heart, and the growing sense to run in whatever direction took my fancy. Only now was I aware of the sweat that slid down my face, pooling on my upper lip and drenching my eyebrows.
When I couldn’t decipher what direction they were coming from with hearing, I kept on glancing to the left and right, the terror enough to do my head in. After what seemed like a minute, I saw two figures advancing towards me from my right. Without thinking, I sprinted off to the left, not even bothering to look behind me to see if the were following fast or slow. I automatically counted the lights as I went by, and soon the incessant numbers in my mind were impossible to tune out.
1…2…3… Each second I ran, I was driven on by the thought of putting more distance between me and my pursuers. Each pool of light I passed, I took a quick glance back to see what they were doing. The tall one on the right was sprinting quick enough to break a record, and the small plump one behind was going incredibly fast for his size and weight.
They were gaining.
Three meters, two meters, One and a half... Another few seconds and we would meet. I vaguely contemplated my options. I could double back, which would be impossible with the two guards blocking the passage. Give myself in, which was equally impossible, knowing what I would have to go back to. That left only one option; I knew it would happen all along, a plan had been spreading like wildfire since my rest in the shadowy corner.
One quick glance up at the ceiling, and I knew that right now was my first and only chance. With the cover of darkness, that thankfully vast gap between lights, I reached up and grabbed madly at the ceiling above. The tall height was no match for my new muscles, enhanced it would seem from days, maybe even months lying in bed.
I soon cleared the height of the tall man and felt the cellar wind rush past. Before I could consciously react, my legs were pulled up to my chest, and I was rushing up to meet the ceiling like there was no gravity in the world.
It wasn’t long before I felt the cool touch of rusted and leaking pipes. As soon as I registered this, I was clinging to the water duct like there was no tomorrow, which there wasn’t unless I could hold on. My legs swung lightly, and I hung like a monkey on the bars. They were quick, and turned around fast. Despite how fast they were going I was surprised to hear no squeak of running shoes inflicting friction.
I didn’t see them turn around, or their lightning fast reflexes go to work, because I was already sprinting down the dark hallway. In a short time, I had covered what I deemed to be over fifteen meters. If I could keep this up, I might just be able to make it out alive.
I didn’t dare look behind; to waste the precious energy that I was channeling into speed.
They were catching up.
The lights flickered past in a blur. I was covering 10 meters in a second now; if I wasn’t so damn scared I would have laughed. It was impossible to move that fast. The Olympic record was 100 meters in just over 9 seconds; I was clearly going faster. I quickly shrugged off the information, almost hating myself for knowing it in the first place. No memories, no life; only facts.
Whatever they put in the drips back at the ward was doing its job. As my muscles warmed up I found my speed increasing, so much so that I nearly overshot the exit.
Just poking out of the wall was a round handle, and I started to slow down instantly so I wouldn’t miss it. My new muscles had a better idea, and stopped almost right-away. I had to take a few hurried steps to get to where the door. It was, to my surprise, not locked.
I suppose they wouldn’t bother to lock it, they were so sure I wouldn’t escape. I risked a quick glance down the passage to check how much time I had, before I ducked out of the dingy corridor.
I couldn’t see them. That meant that they were at least twenty meters away, which gave me more than two seconds to climb the stairs and get out of sight.
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Okay, I have some really cliched parts in there, but review away, and please tell me what you think!
You've managed to keep the thrill factor throughout this piece too- which is hard to do so well done!
It could just be me, but I'd change 'even from early on' to 'it had been from early on'. 
I apologize for having the need to be a smart-a 
Was the clone part a flashback, and the chase scene back in the present? You need to make that more clear. Have her "suddenly jarred back" from a day dream/flashback all of a sudden.
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