Mark first noticed the tragedy that his cousin Leaya was in danger when he saw the newspaper report of her horrific story and everything she had been through. The paper stated her current location, and Mark could not believe where Leaya was - it was a concentration camp in the outer edges of the Yukon. Mark felt like his whole body had sunk and melted at the thought of Leaya there, but at the same time he was lucky that he was spending the summer right around where Leaya was. Mark had to try to save Leaya before they would kill her.

Mark burst out of the door and into his car, still glancing at the paper, horrified. When Mark arrived a half a mile away, it was nearly dark, and he did not want to be seen. Mark crept out of his car and grabbed ropes, some hooks, and a small but sharp hatchet. Mark jogged to the concentration camp to avoid being caught by the loud buzzing noise of his car. When he reached the camp, it was almost pitch black, but Mark could still faintly see. What he saw staring at him shocked him; it was Leaya glancing through the gate, and she looked almost as surprised to see him, as he was to see her. Mark got to the gate as quickly and quietly as he could, but when he got there, a guard shouted HALT.
Mark could see that the man had a weapon, and Mark threw the items he was carrying over the fence and whispered, “Hide this now! I will try to come back as soon as I can, but I think the guards will be looking for me.” Leaya said, “I under stand. You better leave right now, or you will be killed!” Mark ran faster than he had ever gone before, and jumped into his car. He floored it and leaves the Yukon and continued to drive until morning. That’s when the car stopped. Mark pushed the petal harder and harder, but the car would not move. It had run out of gas. Mark screamed in frustration and desperation because he had only lost sight of the men for under a minute. He smashed his head down, but sat back up again because something had grabbed him; it was not the guards, but prison guards, he ran out of gas right by a prison.
The prison guards grabbed Mark and dragged him out of his car. Mark did one of the worst things you could do, he tried to get away. There were too many guards. Mark could not fight them. Mark was forced into the prison; he thrashed, kneed, and kicked. Nothing worked. He was defeated, but Mark tried not to accept that. Mark kept fighting until he was thrown into his cell, his head smashing into he wall. Then Mark tried to stand; he was wobbly and eventually collapsed. Mark looked around his cell searching for weak points, just as Leaya had done. To Mark’s disappointment, the cell was perfect, with absolutely no flaws. The sun was climbing up into the sky, and Mark thought of Leaya. She was still in the concentration camp, suffering. The thought of it made Mark feel sick, weak and powerless. Mark hated the thought that he had failed, but he had to focus; he had to break out.
The trial did not go well. The court found out he was trying to help Leaya, so Mark knew that he would not be released for a long time. Once again, escaping was his only option to get Leaya safe. Mark waited until it was his time out in the yard, then, looked around and found a small hole in the fencing. “My ticket out,” he thought. Mark sat down in front of the hole so the guards would not try to fix it before he made his escape. “Now the waiting game,” Mark thought as he waited for the guards to turn. Mark grew impatient until all guards turned. Mark squeezed through and ran, finding a police car parked out front with the keys left inside. Mark picked up a large stick, smashed the window, and jumped in. Mark floored it going as fast as the car could. To his surprise, he noticed the gas tank was full, so he could drive for a long time. Mark was in disbelief that still no one had seen him or noticed him leaving. “Lazy guards, they can’t even do their job right.”
The car once again stopped, but this time close to a town, far enough away that no one would see him in the police car. He got out and walked to the small town and had a good feeling about it, almost like they would accept him. Mark arrived at the break of dawn, just as a man was coming out of his house to go to work. The man recognized Mark, saying that he was his uncle. Mark was happily surprised; he thought that most of his family members were dead. The town immediately loved Mark, and he knew that this was a safe place where Leaya would be a not be hiding from the world. Mark stayed in a small apartment, and not one day went by that he did not think of Leaya. I am sure Mark will start another plan to bring Leaya to this amazing safe haven.