Here's the plan: Chetan and I get ourselves captured on purpose so that we can even set foot into Mei Akari. They aren't stupid enough to put us in a cell with Leuca or Leif, but they are stupid enough to put us into neighbouring cells. Yes, the few that have escaped have given valuable intelligence on the inner workings.
So, sure enough, our plan starts working in the first night we spend at that alley.
I was asleep a moment ago. Now I am awake, and four or five people are surrounding me. Damn, they take this seriously. They sent Akuma after us. Akuma is a group of highly skilled kids who are good at taking prisoners. But they recognize us, so they decide we get to have a beating before we get transported.
I see Chetan being held next to me, while three or four others beat up on him while I feel strong hands holding mine behind my back while the others throw some punches at me. I decide to blank. It's something I can do while going through pain: I can blank. I'll just enter a little world of my own and not acknowledge anything else, until I snap out of it. I can tell that Chetan's doing it too.
The next time I wake up, my hands are bound above me and the pain that I feel is excruciating. I'm on a torture machine. For a moment, I let my guard down, I scream. The pain releases. A voice says from somewhere around me: "Very good, very good. You should feel the pain." And with that, they walk away. Damn them, they have voice scramblers on.
It is then that I hear someone else speaking.
"Nico? That you?"
"Leuca?" I nearly shout.
"Yeah, and me." I hear Chetan's voice.
"Wait, Chetan, this isn't part of our plan."
"Yeah, I guess we messed up and skipped to part two. Got any knives on you?"
I shake my head, but then I realize that he can't see me, so I say "No. You?"
He also says no and then we ask Leuca.
"Coming to think of it, I probably do. Just a sec. Thanks for reminding me, Nico." I can feel that she's smiling. It kind of makes me wonder though: how can you forget you have a knife on you?
A few minutes and a few clicks later, I can feel her hands moving over the things that are holding mine to the torture machine. A few minutes later, I feel my hands fall to my face. It's only now, when I put my hands to my face, that I notice that they are wet, not from sweat, but from blood. Those bastards. As if I don't already have a scar deforming my face.
Once we'd gotten Chetan freed, and believe me that was not easy, we decided to make ourselves familiar with our surroundings. Part of escaping from a place includes knowing your surroundings and where you are.
Finally, I find a light switch. Even though the light is weak, it is enough to see the room. It is square with several torture instruments scattered around it. Behind a big one, I see just the end of another one. There's someone bound to it.
"Oh crap." I mutter as I stare at Leif's unconscious body. He's covered in blood, like legitimately, covered. His clothes are drenched in it and it's smeared over his face, arms and legs. At least he's still breathing. "Guys, come look at this."
I hear Chetan and Leuca come closer. Once next to me, Leuca gasps and Chetan starts shaking. Leuca has tears running down her face silently as she asks "Is he dead?"
I shake my head no, but we have to get him out of here quickly. That means that Chetan's and my plan has to come into action. Quickly.
"Leuca, where'd you put the knife?" I ask. Wordlessly, she hands it to me. I start cutting Leif free while Chetan looks for a weak spot in the walls. They're made out a weird material that reminds me of clay, but its way harder. But one thing we've all learned form living in abandoned buildings and breaking into places all the time: every wall has a weak spot.
As I work on hoisting Leif's body over my shoulders, Chetan has found a weak spot in the wall: right where a metal door is attached by its hinges. A few good kicks, and there's a hole in the wall. Too bad that they probably heard us by now. As we run through corridor after corridor, we are very aware of the shouts and footsteps following us.
-NCIS-
"Good day, Agent Gibbs. Now you will listen to me. Don't even think of tracing this number or phone; it's a burn phone and I'm sitting right outside your building on the bench in front of Abigail Scuito's lab. You are getting a bit too closely involved into this, so I suggest that you stay away. Remember, Mei Akari lives, whether you like it or not." And the caller hung up.
A few moments later, the phone rang again.
"Agent Gibbs, you have exactly three minutes to explain what you did with Nico and Shark." Marco's voice said clearly through the speaker.
"What the hell are you talking about? First I get a call from some person of your Mei Akari thing and now you're telling me something's wrong with Nico and 'Shark'?"
Silence followed. Then came the unmistakable sound of someone hanging up.
-Coal Mine-
Marco glared angrily at his phone.
"I'm guessing we were correct?" Sam asked.
Marco just nodded, placing the cell phone on the floor and started using it as a soccer ball.
"They've got no clue, as do we."
Okay, so I know that these last few chapters have been short, but I had finals and I didn't have a lot of time for writing.
Unfortunately, I am going camping this weekend and it'd be kind of hard to post from there, so the next chapter will be posted on Monday.
To all of you who already have summer vacation: I am jealous. My school ends next week though. And a plus: tomorrow (Friday) I get free lunch and on Monday and Wednesday free breakfast, so I guess I shall enjoy myself.
Have a fun weekend and you will hear from me on Monday.
- 12redfudgy12
