Chapter Ten:
Some time later and body stiff as cement I jump from the overhead vent after the two. It was easier on them, they were the short ones. But I couldn't say that aloud to Leon, it only end up setting him off like a child. I get a hard look at the area we was in, factory interior, open fuseboxes and construction taking on or was. There across from us like was the massive hydraulic doors keeping the Scorch at bay.
"Find something to defend yourselves, it's going to be awhile to I can unlock this." Curie said without missing a beat.
"How long we talking?" I asked
"Fifteen to thirty minutes tops." She said intrigued with the locking mechanism.
"Alright just get at it Cue." Leon adds.
I broke apart from the two and found myself a lead pipe. I grunt in digust, how was that going to hold back a small army of men trying to capture us? Sprinting to the other side of this loading dock I dash for the nail gun. This could cause damage if I get the right angling. Protect Curie and escape. It wasn't the most flushed out plan. We have no food or water but the odds appear better in the Scorch. We each are aware of WICKED'S plans and they are on to us. I know they are I feel it resonating in my gut.
Locking the belt into place just shy of being ready to unleash a fury of nails into unwilling combatants. Who tey get to close or stop us. I dash through rows of heavy machinery to find Leon. But as I do I can see his twisted smile, he's gotten hold of blow torch. But what was around his hand was scarier.
A makeshift knuckles duster with weleded spikes from blow torched shards of plexiglass. It didn't look like he was joking around. "Look before you ramble about how messed up this is, remember Curie only has us. I'll kill for the little brat or die if needed."
"I understand, I willing to do my utmost to protect her."
"Alright then no matter what. No mercy!" Leon said with affirmation. He ready his weapon as we go to guard our little genius.
"No mercy." I reply.
For a short period of time there was nothing, the bleak stark quietness. It was rather ominous but Curie hum a beat as she contends with the door. Leon is perched on a shelving unit a few feet a head, as I cock the nail gun in position. Was it possible we could escape without incident? It appear so, for a while. Then came the brushing sound of boots which paraded around the area when suddenly everything goes dark. The room pitch back, but the feet still pressed onward to acquire a position to capture us.
"Did you really think you would escape. We might of been set back, but honestly how naive you make us out to be?" Said a cold voice in the dark vastness.
"Janson!" I hiss bitterly, erupting emotions urge me to lunge in the dark for him. It's bittersweet to ponder.
A moment of slience and the sounds of shelving units are clambering on the floor. Crap they spotted Leon. "You've got to do better then that," he cough and grunts in the dark.
"Light this place up."Blinding light flooded the room in a such harsh luminosity that I force to cover my eyes as more then twenty men with guns are surrounding us. "Make it easy on your friends Ross, the last thing I want to do is hurt this little girl!"
"Don't worry about me, shoot the bastard…" She moan out weakly as the tall man held up by her neck keeping her off the floor.
I ready my aim when Leon is despatched faster then I would figure. I go to fire when he hold up a normal pistol to Curie head. I wanted to take the shot but I couldn't risk her for a pot shot. "I surrender. Don't hurt her." My voice buckles in defeat.
"Lower the weapon!"
"Fine," I said just doing so.
"Bag them!" Everything went began to darken around my field of vision. Hazy and sharp like electricity ran through my veins as my body losses it will to stand. Foam is bubbling out my mouth as I shake and contort like a snake. I can see one glimpse of Curie and Leon in a similar state. Leon was bloodly up. I can't recall how many rounds they fired into to use but the pain is so horrid so vile it causes meto vomit heavy as my eyes grow heavy and darken. There standing with a glee was Janson. "Phase two is back on track. Clean this mess up before she arrives, we must be ready, let's hope the kids sleep tight."
A/N: Phew were getting there folk's. Well sorta, writing so much and forgetting to edit and upload had been my one issue. Relatively I'm on chapter Twenty Five out of let's say Fifty something. I've been keeping to the core element of the book and flims, but along is stuff that came to mind. So yeah I wanna deliver a story that isn't so cut and dry. I'm bringing character development, side arc's to extend and expand the Scorch Trials. It's not conventional, but it's a writers job to tell a story.