A very short chapter that I was inspired to write after a while. Sorry about the delay and I hope you like this one. I just got ideas to continue this story and will post longer chapters soon. Enjoy! Reviews are always appreciated.
She would not wait for Thorne. That much as a certainty. But how would she escape? There were only two men guarding her, but they would be wary of tricks. Not to mention they were camped several yards away. Even if she could lure one of them to open the door, the other would be covering the door; they were both well armed and no doubt, professionals. She had a small, jagged rock as a weapon and it was not going to be of much use against guns. No, she needed a different approach.
Try as she might, she could not think of an escape plan. Her talk with Thorne played constantly on her mind even though she was trying her best not to think about it. Her fingers were twirling the jagged piece of rock in her hand when an idea struck her. She squatted in front of the door and plunged a sharp end of the rock into her left arm. It was a flesh wound, but it still hurt like hell. She repeated the process several times over, fighting the pain and reminding herself that she had suffered worse. Blood was oozing out of her self inflicted wounds and she made sure they dripped beside the small gap beneath the door. The pool of crimson began flowing and Evie guided the blood with gentle blows of air. She was beginning to feel lightheaded when she had finally guided all the blood in a steady stream that flowed outside the door. Now all that was left to do was to get the men to notice the blood. One of the man was keeping watch and she grabbed the chains that had held her earlier. She wrapped the chains around her hands and punched the door hard.
The sound registered loudly in the silence of night and she watched with a grin as the long haired man on watch roused his sleeping partner. The men exchanged whispers and Evie readied herself, waiting for the men to take the bait. Soon enough she heard a cry of surprise and she guessed the men had noticed the pool of blood beneath the door. The two men exchanged words in rapid Welsh and from the little Evie understood, the men were debating if they should open the door, since Thorne had strictly instructed that the door shouldn't be opened until she said so. But the men must have wondered if she had tried to kill herself rather than be interrogated. Evie thanked the gods in a silent prayer as the men finally reached the decision to open the door. Her muscles tensed as the chains were unbound and the lock was turned.
A small crack appeared on the door and Evie sprang to action. She kicked the door with all her strength and heard the door collide with Long-hair. The man stumbled backwards, howling in pain as he clutched his nose. She slid out of the door quickly and ducked as Long-hair's partner drew out a revolver clumsily and fired a blind shot. Evie felt the bullet graze her shoulder. Ignoring the pain, she threw the piece of rock at the man's face. It was a small rock and did not deal any damage, but distracted the man for a split second and that was all she had needed. She raised her left arm and blocked the man's right arm before it could train the revolver at her again. The man's legs were exposed and she kicked the right leg with force. The man was lifted of the ground and fell heavily. She picked up the man's gun and smacked his temple with the butt of the gun. The man fell unconscious.
She turned towards Long-hair, who was standing up in a daze. Evie could see that the door's collision had broken his nose. The man reached into his belt and Evie sidestepped as the man's right arm swung at her, a wicked knife glinting on it. She grabbed Long-hair's arm and wrestled the knife from him. She debated briefly if she should simply kill the men. She decided against it however. The man had spoken in Welsh, these were probably locals on a contract. She knocked out Long-hair as well. She dragged both men inside the room and locked the door from the outside.
She adjusted her newly acquired weapons on her robes and planned her next course of action.