So um, I wasn't planning on writing again until the weekend, but then I started to procrastinate on working on my research paper, so this is what happened...
Hope you like it! :D
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Continued...
Cassie had known from the beginning whatever trouble that Jake had brought with him was bad. But she had thought it was something more akin to drugs, getting in too deep. Apparently, he had gotten in too deep, but this was the absolute last thing she had expected. Killing...?
She doesn't want to talk to him; she doesn't want anything to do with Jake. So she's extremely upset when the crazy man Jake referred to as Issac left, leaving her alone with him; there were two men guarding the doors outside, but other than that, they were alone.
"Cassie-" he tries again, for the fifth time since Marco had left, and it's almost pathetic.
"Don't," she snaps, coldly. He can't know anything she felt; the pain, betrayal... hurt. Faye had warned her, hell, even Jake himself had. But had she listened?
"Dammit! He's going to kill both of us when he gets the chance, and the least I can do is get you out of this mess alive," Jake swore, and she admits that he has a point. She doesn't want to die because she was too stubborn, too prideful, too angry at the only person who could help her at the present moment.
"Fine. But don't think this changes anything," Cassie agrees, and he nods in complacent understanding. "These ropes were built to sustain our magic; but that doesn't make them indestructible..." Jake says, trailing off when he spies a knife on the table. He glances at Cassie, and she's read his mind.
"Would the magic of two witches combined be able to break through?" she asks, and Jake seems to think that it might do something positive for them.
"Scoot over here, and take my hand," he says, and noting Cassie's blatant reluctance to go anywhere near him, adds "Do you want to get out of here alive or not?"
She sighs, and edges closer to Jake as she tries to grasp his hands. Jake finds them, and she absolutely hates how her hands still tingle from his touch, even now. "Knife like bird, take flight. Knife like bird, take flight. Knife like bird-"
They break off in surprised accomplishment as the knife slowly rose from the table, and came towards them.
"Got it!" Jake hisses, and immediately begins to cut through the rope. It doesn't take long, and he soon starts in on hers. Now freed from the rope, Cassie rubs her wrists from where it had dug into her skin, and asks, "What now?"
"Distraction," he replies, simply.
"What did you have in mind?" Cassie asks, and she almost regrets voicing the question as she notices the change in Jake's expression.
Outside, the two guards were extremely bored. Regardless of what had been going on inside, it was a quiet, peaceful night. The stars were out, and the water was relatively calm.
Grumbling to himself, Bryan reflected on their situation. When they had first started working for Issac, he had no idea that he'd be stuck babysitting two teenagers while Marco went off to do his own thing.
Bryan turned to his co-worker and started to voice his complaint, "So, Tom-" but he never finished his sentence, because in the distance a humongous explosion in the water drew their immediate attention.
"Think we should...?" Tom asked, looking at him. "Well, if someone happened to be in that explosion, we would be obligated to do something..." Bryan said, and he grinned. "Let's go. Besides, those two aren't going anywhere."
The two men hurried off, leaving a smirking Jake and Cassie behind. "Don't look so smug, we still have to find Luke and stop him from getting to the others," she says, quickly ending any feeling of companionship she had just felt with Jake.
"Okay," Jake complies, and somehow she gets the feeling he's only doing this so stoically for her; if, under any other circumstance he would have high-tailed it out of there, into the next town, next city, next girl... if she still wasn't so angry at him, she might've appreciated it.
He opens the door for her, and they escape; taking their leave from the wretched boathouse.
