Try to get away.

Screw it.

With nothing else to lose (and certainly very little to gain), you crawl out from underneath the bench-column and make a break for it.

Summoning every ounce of willpower and pumping it through your legs, you race away from her taunting voice even with the world still spinning around your every step.

Move, move, move!

Not stopping to look, or even acknowledge the growing numbness spreading through your limbs thanks to her nerve serum, you keep both eyes ahead and both ears closed off to the errant screeching of the birds all around.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?” Her affectionate voice calls after you like a lullaby, almost beckoning you to turn around and see her beautiful face once more.

But, a second of hesitation, even for a second, would mean only one thing: Game Over!

Running like your life depended on it, your frantic movements finally catch up to you as you trip and fall over your own feet..

… but not before directing your fall just behind another row of desks.

Skidding across the floor like a human pair of rollerblades, you finally, and hopefully disappear from her line of sight.

“You know, that was very rude of you. Instead of answering my question like someone with manners, you just take off like that. Even worse, you ruined my aim.” Felicity’s charming and soothing voice entered your earwaves once again, making your blood run as cold as the sweat now dripping down the back of your neck.

Crawling on your elbows and knees as quietly as possible, you make sure that your lower half was entirely concealed from her sight before starting to get-

Oh shit!

New problem: you couldn’t get up.

Your legs are feeling more sluggish than ever, twitching sensations now running along your thighs and calves.

You could still wiggle your toes, albeit barely, but that was about the only substantial movement you could still muster down there.

“If you had left me finish talking, I would have told you that my serum diffuses through your bloodstream a lot faster when you expend your energy. For example, that little ‘Olympic dash’ of yours,” she taunts you in a mix of smug condescension and utter relish.

You suddenly freeze, realizing the consequences of your adrenaline rush.

“You think you bought yourself some time, but you really just did me a huge favor.” Her taunting voice is accompanied by her dainty footsteps nearing his location.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

“And with that nice sweat you worked up, my serum is now working overdrive to get you nice and ready for me. Only a matter of seconds before you lose total control of your motor functions,” she continues to tattle off at you, her confidence more apparent than ever.

Willing yourself forward, your eyes quickly lock on to the closet thing on their level.

An album.

The chirping of the feathered animals from above only provide a musical accompaniment to Felicity’s melodic laughter as she draws nearer and nearer, one shapely leg crossing over the other.

Reaching out with one hand, you stretch out desperately for it, your lower limbs now failing you utterly forcing you to rely on sheer upper body strength.

“C’mon, reach!” you tell yourself repeatedly, just barely clawing at the cover with your fingertips until finally-

Yes! Seizing it by the spine, you frantically bring it within your reach and open it, revealing its contents.

Your eyes feast on feathers of all colors and shapes, all tucked neatly inside plastic page after plastic page.

“Oh, there you are!”

Tensing up as you feel her hazel eyes burning a hole into your back, you discreetly pull out a green feather (the same type that she tagged you with), and then promptly hide the album book up against your chest, hidden from her leering gaze.

She clicks her lips together disapprovingly. “I’m almost disappointed. I thought you would’ve lasted longer, but why prolong the inevitable, right?”

Producing another feather, this time of a crimson design, she takes only a splitsecond to aim at your very **** body before letting the projectile fly free…

… just as you twirl around and hurl your own feather at her at the same time!

Both feathers fly dangerously through the air, just narrowly missing each other before hurtling towards their respective targets, but only one can hit its mark.

The only question now: