Page 111 of Sadistic Retribution
I hold my breath as we stride right through the front entrance. There are more people walking about in here. They're all distracted by whatever shit they’re doing, thank fuck.
We walk quickly, but quietly, over to the art hallway. I'm behind Synn and Ghost, with Razor and Purge flanking me. Hunter leads, with Frost, Valley, and Trikk right behind him.
Trikk grabs Hunter’s sleeve, pointing at Ghost’s secret room. “Are we doing anything about that big-ass safe we found in there?”
“Leave it for ZYGOS to handle,” he whispers. “Concentrate on getting out—that's priority.”
“Sure, bro.” Trikk shrugs, as we move through the long hallway.
Hunter stops suddenly. He whispers back, “Purge’s father is over in the opposite hallway. Go quickly and stay quiet. Hopefully he won’t see us.”
Fuckity-fuck. I glance up from under my lashes, seeing an older version of Purge, massively built, with greying hair and equally huge men surrounding him at the far end of that hallway. His father and one other guy are in tailored suits, and the rest are wearing all black.
We move our asses down the hall, past the point where we can be seen. I look over at Ghost’s secret room, a small smile gracing my lips at the memories. I see him doing the same, and he looks back at me, mouthing “I love you, Malishka”.
We are standing in front of the exit door. Hunter texts Jax, and after a second, he looks up. “Here is where we part. Guys, you'll have fifteen minutes from the time you get to the fence to get the fuck in and out. Pretty Girl? I love you madly.”
I refuse to cry, sending him a watery smile. “I love you back, Hunter.”
He looks down at his screen, then whispers a bit more loudly, “Go!”
We push out the door, the three guys with Valley cautiously moving to the tree line in the direction Jax is parked. Valley turns around for a split second, waving goodbye to me. I put my hand over my heart and blow her a kiss.
I turn back, following Synn, Ghost, Razor, and Purge to the edge of the forest, towards the fence. I shiver in the cold and crisp air, rubbing my arms. I have a sour taste in my mouth—stress, no doubt.
We hustle into the trees, cutting over to the part of the fence where we can see the shed The Morgue is disguised as. We wait for Hunter to give the signal, which he does by text. I glance at the screen, then look at the guys, nodding the go-ahead. Synn picks up a stick from the ground, tossing it at the fence.
When nothing happens, he nods. “You first, Pazessca.”
I've never climbed a fence before, and this one is really high. Adrenaline spurs me on, and I scramble up the side as fast as I can, pausing at the top. I straddle it, then carefully make my way back down the other side. The sleeve of my hoodie catches on a bit of sharp wire, but my skin doesn’t get cut. Once my feet hit solid ground, I gesture for the guys to follow.
Synn comes down next, jumping the short way to the ground once he’s almost all the way down. “You hurt, baby?”
I shake my head, showing him my sleeve. “All good, it didn’t touch me.”
Ghost comes next, and fuck, he is fast. He moves so fluidly, it’s like he’s almost flying. He makes it to the ground; Purge coming after. He’s a bit slower, pausing to check every couple of inches as he goes. Once he’s safely down, Razor takes his turn. He's a bit of a calamity—throwing himself up and climbing like an insane person.
He pauses to jump from the top, and I say urgently, “No, Razor!”
Luckily, he listens—climbing down, instead. When we’re all down, Synn nods his head towards the shed.
The closer we get, the more scared I become. I have confidence in the guys; the fucking sadists will mow through anyone getting in our way. But I also know the masks are in there somewhere, and more staff close-by is very likely. This is going to be tricky. We're not just escaping. I have to lead us through the nightmare building, to find the others we need to rescue, as well.
I steel my spine, not accepting defeat. We will pull this off; and will get the fuck out of this hellhole!
Frost
It's a huge responsibility being in charge of keeping Valley and Trikk safe and getting us to Jax’s car. I’m glad Harris is with us. He knows the guy, so he’ll recognize him easily. My head is on a swivel, checking every inch of our surroundings. There’s a lot of trees and plenty of places people can hide out here.
I'm in the lead, with Harris directly behind me. Valley is between me and Trikk. We move slowly, my paranoia keeping us from going faster.
“Dude, bro... Can we, like, pick up the pace? This is Grandma-mode,” Valley says softly.
Trikk chuckles behind us.
“I suppose we should. I’m just being cautious.” I go a bit faster, keeping to the tree line as Harris told us to. This land is massive. It's probably a good half mile to the road. We keep a steady trek, getting closer to the circular road that leads out.
I’m constantly keeping watch for other people. It's a bit odd that none of the students have made it down here. I wonder why they’re not trying to actually leave? Perhaps they’re so caught up in rioting, they’re not thinking about it?