As they continued they're conversation, I scoped the situation. My keeper and the big man were talking in the corner, faced away from me. The henchmen were playing rock, paper scissor on the cold, stone floor. This is my perfect opportunity. I held my breath as I reached for the hand rail. I slowly inched my body forward. One foot in front of the other, I made my way to the stairs. As I pressed my foot on the first step, I heard a small creak. I froze. I glanced over at the nut-jobs. They continued their actions with no notice. I had to hurry, or the noise would be too loud. As I slid my hand up the wooden rail, I jerked my hand away in pain. A splinter! That hurt, but I couldn't stop now. I quickly lifted my feet up the stairs and saw that the door was stupidly left open. I was nearly free! As I raced up the last few stairs, I created a loud CREEAAK! "Hey!" A shout from behind me, followed by hurried footsteps. I ran and didn't look back. My hand ached but I had to keep running. My breaths were getting heavy as I searched for a front door. The men behind me were yelling and racing to catch me, but the adrenaline in my veins was over taking my thoughts as I ran faster. I finally saw the front door down a long hallway. I looked back. Wrong choice. One of the henchmen launched himself at me with full force. As his arms were almost touching my shoulders, I ducked down and he flew right over me. He struggled to get back on his feet as I jumped over him. I reached for the handle of the door and wriggled it right and left. The shouts and screams behind me were getting louder. The door swang right open and I practically leaped outside. The daylight outside greeted me as I felt the warmth on my face.