Ellen was tired of walking so much in the sand, with those horrible shoes the lab had given her it felt like her feet were carrying boulders and not grains. She sneezed a few times as she walked through the almost deserted place. She was now far from the labs in Alaska, but that sudden change in temperature had made her cold already the moment she set foot in that tropical-temperature belt. That place was like a huge secret laboratory warehouse, and she thought better of keeping well away from the cells but close enough to monitor the situation if anything ever happened. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOVjQNE0P5
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His long, fluffy golden-blond hair was stuck to his face from sweat. Her emerald green eyes were dull and tired. Her skin that had never met the sunlight was burning. After all that work she had done to escape she would not die in the sun of a tropical island, no! She had been good and resourceful, to die that way would have been tremendously irritating. She was all sore, anyone who had seen her would have immediately thought that she was not exactly in the best of shape. But how could it have been otherwise if she sat from morning until late at night painting, painting and painting what THEY wanted? Although her fitness was questionable, she had been quite resourceful. She was already laughing at imagining what THEY would say or do when they noticed her absence. They probably already knew, so a smile broke out on her face. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocFOFDuJjI
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Who would have thought that a handful of papers inside a package would have saved Ellen the trouble of a trip, as well as an exceptional escape route that the girl masterfully exploited. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT9LMu8eQUV
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When she escaped from the laboratory where she had been locked up for years with no memory of whether or not she had parents, she did not know where to go. She had thought of taking refuge in the sheets, a world she generated through the use of the paintbrush. But how long would it be before someone found her? That they would forcefully pull her away from her canvas and her imaginary world in which she was totally lost. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ2SNO6Kii5
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No. She had to go as far as she could and then seek comfort in her imagination. Up to that point she had been so good, she could not wrap herself up in that moment. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTVEQRsX2Vp
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Yes, she liked to praise herself. There was no one to do it for her so she had had to adapt to the situation. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRREE1yJWOE
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It had been just four months since she had left the lab. As soon as she saw the opportunity to leave she took it without even looking back. She knew that others like her had left and she hoped with all her heart that they were safe. Not that she had ever seen the others, or rather she knew only one of them. She was tempted to go and help him, she really was, but he was always guarded and could never get close enough to do so. She had risked getting caught more than once. What if she missed that opportunity? At that moment the survival instinct had taken over everything else. She had to go and as quickly as possible. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07SPlFj4Ea
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She was not sure she would ever see them, the other porters, but if they were at least a little intelligent they knew that the best way not to turn back was to get as far away from Alaska as possible. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjWDAPhQ5QI
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On the night of the escape all was silent. She was locked inside her cell as always, with only a crib to sleep in and a white nightstand with two drawers, worn over time and splattered with paint from a few mishaps due to too much artistic eagerness.342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8JYPusLzCC
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On it she kept sheets and canvases that she used to paint her favorite scenery, sighing at the mere thought that those imaginary places of hers would remain just that, imagination. They cared about giving her many cues to create new scenery, bringing her picture books and photo albums from which to draw inspiration. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9CmNwZD9eo
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She would have liked to see those much unknown places with her own eyes. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCHMgr0L3u6
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She would remain night and day sitting on a stool in front of an easel tinted with many colors. Every moment of her life, for years, she spent painting landscapes, but not just any places but traps. Her talent was not just painting but creating new environments, dimensions different from the real world capable of trapping anyone who ended up on them, even herself. But like anything, if one knew the trick even the best of deceptions could be revealed. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnV2ckSztkv
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Getting out of the canvas was not that difficult if we made a "thread," that is, something that connected our world to the painted dimension. That thread could be a ladder, a rope, a bridge, and even a simple line drawn on the paper. All it took was a moment of carelessness and his work would be in vain. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9Ao76HfPG
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How many times had he tried to leave traps in front of his door to escape from the cell as soon as one of Them was on it. But never once did that trick work. With each step of hers Them seemed to be ahead of her by three or four. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76gFM3Jr4r
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Absurd to think that they kept kids locked up just to make money. That was what it was all about. All those traps Ellen created would become the graves of many people who did not know what they were dealing with and would not even have time to find out because if an individual was inside the sheet or painted canvas and it was destroyed, he or she would die along with the imaginary world. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXIv4S11yY
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The escape of two other boys had generated much turmoil, THEY were so busy trying to find them that Ellen took two sheets of paper, drawing on them the same landscape, communicating, until a single image was generated.342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5owXG6aFba
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She passed one of the sheets under the crack in the door exposing it outward, and the other, attached to the previous sheet, protruded in her direction. She put just one foot on it and sank into the drawing along with her special brush and its infinite color that she could generate whenever and however she wished. She smiled cunningly like a fox as she walked down the road made only of black lines. After all, there was no need for it to be cared for, she only had to make a bridge connecting the inside of the cell with the outside. With a leap she exited the painting there where the thread that connected the world of imagination with the real world ended, which in that case was the bridge that overflowed from one border to the other.342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVUEbqmEv6h
Ellen quickly grabbed the papers. <Good job> she thought. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr0cHyJNTgI
For a long time she had remained observing everything around her. She knew well where THEY kept the provisions and had a slight idea how to get the money she needed to escape. She walked slowly so as not to be discovered. She heard like a sound of footsteps and feared that someone might surprise her. She looked around for an escape route, noticing how boxes were in the middle of the room but they were small so she could hide. She took one of her drawings that she had grabbed beforehand and put it inside a box jumping into the drawing. Being the creator of that work it was as if the papers could recognize her and therefore, she heard perfectly everything that was happening outside.
-Subject A still hasn't been found, and now subject R has also vanished into thin air. At this rate, the couple will take us out if they find out that we let another one of the A.R.T.E project get away.- 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpdW0Jfduh8
A masculine, mellifluous voice spoke subtly as if not to be heard, but all that effort was of no use to him because Ellen had strained her ears well.
- It is a case of finding them, and quickly, before the other two realize that it is not so easy for us to keep their abilities at bay. In addition, we have to send all these packages to the Tooth Island; they are all the items created by the A.R.T.E project. Weapons, traps and escape routes are only a few of the important items we have. Selling them will be impossible if we lose our fabrication machines.-342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf6STzBAzmH
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Ellen smiled as she heard what these two men had to say and also gave her an idea to escape. Probably Tooth Island was another remote place that did not appear on the maps, belonging to the laboratories. But if they were going to ship all those packages those boxes had to come out of Alaska, didn't they?342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMG2jsXb7JT
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The girl waited for the sound of footsteps to get farther and farther away, and when she was certain that there was not a soul in that dirty, gloomy room she knew it was the right time to pack. She looked around, searching through the boxes, looking for the name of that island they were using for storage. Certainly it was there in the middle, he just had to look. But from where? There were so many packages all destined for different places in the world, how was he going to get away? He certainly didn't have much time to locate it, he had to hurry. But how many settlements did those guys have? 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLFKJoJtv7S
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All that material could not have been created by just four kids, it was impossible! But if there were so many settlements was there any chance that besides those four kids there were others like her? If so perhaps they did not know how to escape. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW2C8OnHn0k
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She shook her head to wake up from those thoughts. How could she even have the idea of helping someone else if she could not even save herself first? Maybe from the outside she could have investigated, tried to get back to those she had left behind but not at that moment. She had to build herself a place to live, an impassable fortress where she could live in peace and later, when the waters were calm, she would decide what to do. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnGGGSbSGfp
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Finally after a while he found the box. The bustle of people was constant. Men in white coats walked through the room that was perhaps the largest in the entire facility. All those years had passed in that place and he did not even know what shape the floor plan was in. He sighed slightly. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxqRaXobTV
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She opened the box to see what was inside, finding photographs capturing many different places but no living soul. Then an idea came to her. She looked around to make sure she would not be caught. No one in sight. She took another box, full of paintings, and replaced them. The one of photographs had become the one of paintings and vice versa. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Amh5TkKWv
In the midst of those papers that were not her own work, she placed one of her drawings there, and immediately, when she realized that she would not be alone any time soon, she stepped inside it. A greenish light hit her and she finally found herself in her imaginary world. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIIuvI3ooZ
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She sat on the stand hearing from outside many noises. Of trucks, of airplanes, and then she even seemed to smell the ocean. All she had to do was wait until she reached the Tooth Island. When she realized that she was finally alone, that not a single man had stayed there because yes, she had peeked from beyond the box; only then did she come out of hiding. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWwEkzfni4J
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There was an encampment in that godforsaken place. Probably not even a cell phone had reception. But if such a remote place held long-range provisions and a camping tent, perhaps his enemies would not be long in coming back. He took nothing but water and a few bars for the journey. He did not know if everything they had counted, and he did not want to take many supplies or they would notice the presence of an intruder. With those few resources she set out, holding a veil over her head to shield herself from those rays that seemed to almost make her melt. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzby9TNHDAf
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When she deemed she was far enough away among coconut palms, she placed the sheet on the sand and hoped it would hide it from prying eyes. She threw herself headlong into the painting she had created only a few days earlier. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSIOWko2gWT
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The image depicted a cabin on the left, made of rough oak wood had a rustic look. Overlooking the balcony, the girl admired that immense lake of hers that engaged the surrounding area. Little frogs inhabited it, some hiding and others on the lily pads hopping about in search of food. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziOao6SPWc
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Oh, how she loved those little animals, she would have drawn them for hours. 342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9gKJFPDjBf
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The blonde took her easel carrying it to a small stone bridge she had created. Sitting on her stool she smiled happily as she had not done in a long time. She twirled the brush in her hands, soiling the robes that remained on her. She passed the tip over the canvas, or the very thick sheet of paper she used for her works preparing for every eventuality whatever she needed or at least until she had finished using them all. The girl from that day on took to traveling from one dimension to another with leaps and bounds, just like those frogs she so enjoyed drawing and who like her were finally free.342Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9vM5Mrmbs
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