Again, sorry it took me a while to update. School has been so crazy. Thank you so much to those of you that have stuck with me!
Ana
Chapter 14
Even after everything has been completed and the attached room is empty, no John to be found, Carlson sits in front of the television screen, realizing their one mistake. Everything had gone perfect except for this one error. Despite everything, they had forgotten to turn off the surveillance camera. No-one had come in, though, thank God, because that would have been the largest disaster that could have ever happened.
But Carlson finds it a little nice that she can see what was happening with Kitty and John in his room while she was taking care of the guard outside.
Kitty's form slipped through the wall into John's room, and she stopped just inside, looking at the boy asleep on his bed, a little hesitant to wake him. But she approached nonetheless and gently shook him awake. "John, it's time to get up," she said quietly, and she pulled back when he did just that, eyeing her curiously.
"What're you doing here?" John asked gruffly. "I thought you were avoiding me, Kitty."
"We don't have time to waste," she insisted. "We have to go now. Get up already! Is there anything you need to take with you? I brought a bag just in case."
He furrowed his brow as he sat up, and, then, he glared at the bag at her side. "That looks like a purse."
She was offended. "This is a book bag, thank you very much!"
And, in response, he grinned at her. "Help me up," he said, reaching out his hand as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed. With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her, and, even before she let go of his hand, he reached out to her with his free hand and pulled her into a kiss.
She hesitated at first, but finally allowed him to kiss her and, another moment after that, began to return it with fervor. When they pulled apart a moment later, she just stood there considering the look on his face. "Listen," she finally said, trying to be serious, "I, uh, if we're going to get you out of here, I should tell you that I… that I…"
Still in front of the television, Carlson leans forward expectantly.
But he interrupted her, a smile growing on his face. "I know," he said, and everything just fell into place with those words. "You don't have to say it now. I don't expect you to. I don't want you to say it until you're comfortable with it."
A strange grin appeared on the girl's face, and, to his surprise, she leaned forward and captured his lips again, but he happily complied until they both seemed to agree that it was time to pull apart. "We need to get you out of here," she said. "We don't have time for this. Now, I've already packed some food for you and a few changes of clothes, but there's room for a little more if you want to take anything else."
He glanced around the room, trying to look for something, anything, he might want to bring, but the only things he found were the books she had given him. "You'll want your books back, right?" he asked, turning back to her.
She shrugged. "Depends. Have you finished them all?"
"No."
"Then take them. Someone should be reading them, and I certainly don't have enough time on my hands right now."
He smiled sadly at her. "I'll tell you what, I'll keep them for now, and I'll make sure to give them to you when I come back. How does that sound?"
"Come back?" she echoed.
"You're not coming with me," he commanded, immediately stern on the matter. "I'm going to miss you, but anything could happen—and I don't want any of that to happen to you. You'll be safe here."
"I know," she nodded. "I guess I sort of expected you to ask me to go with you, even if I wouldn't have accepted."
"I didn't want to risk it. Now, come on, we've got to hurry, right?" he said, moving away from her to gather up the books.
"Right. Let's do this."