Chapter Thirteen: The Bloodiest Battle
Freddie's dead body lay at the top of the Olympic sized pool.
"Drag him out." Kennedy was upset. Griffin pulled Freddie to shore and revived his pack member- again.
Freddie coughed his way awake. According to Doctor Hammond, this style of indoctrination was called, 'rebirthing.' The idea is to drown someone, simulating birth. When the person breaths again, they temporarily revert to their infantile state, regarding those present as parents.
The Good Wolf coughed into Big Bad Wolf's face.
"Well?"
"I will never, ever help you!"
Griffin turned to Kennedy.
"Take him back to the cell. This time, make him use the bitch. It'll tame them both."
The young man nodded. Freddie groaned as he was dragged along, holding onto anything that would slow his dominant figure down. The pool controls held them for a moment before he was overpowered.
Sam was crying again when they returned.
"I'm surprised you still have tears left," Growled the larger boy, "Freddie get to work."
Sam groggily ambled forward. She had been in the cell for months, and all that time she had been verbally, physically, and emotionally abused. Any psychologist would explain how the scarring from the sexual abuse would last her a lifetime.
But no mere human knew the depths of strength she wielded.
"Now Good Wolf, show her who is boss. Push her down," Griffin grabbed the back of the blonde's hair. His pack member took several deep breaths, as if preparing to be drowned again.
"Yes sir," Freddie got behind his friend and lifted her up, "Hold onto me."
Griffin looked up in confusion. Sam took this opportunity to bash her fist into his face. He flew backwards. The girl had been in there so long, no one thought she would resist- a fatal mistake.
"I assume you have a plan?"
Freddie smirked, "Of course."
A wolf-like smile crossed his face. Anyone but Sam would have been afraid, "I'm going to like this aren't I?"
"You'd better hold on, though!"
Armed guards opened fire. Freddie leapt down, protecting Sam. A bullet went through his shoulder.
"I hope it kicks in soon enough!"
Suddenly, all the water the school had in supply; from its dorms, torture rooms, and the Olympic swimming pool- it all flooded the basement. Griffin watched in horror as his armed guards were swept away in the chilling tide.
Sam, who was naked, complained, "Couldn't you have heated it first?!"
Freddie said, "Yeah, I had time for that! It's not my nipples that are can cutting into someone else right now!"
They were both sucked out of the room. Dogs around them were flailing, terrified. Freddie, with a weakened Sam holding onto him, tried to swim towards the exit.
It was impossible.
The water was quite cold- not beyond endurance, but enough to slow him. The wound in his shoulder both bled him out, and kept him awake with pain. It was almost unbearable. Freddie reached deep to get the strength to keep going. It seemed like forever; water pounded them, sweeping their bodies back, blood seeping out, the hole through his shoulder screaming for attention. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the water level rose. Soon there would be no more air for either of them.
A groggy, exhausted mind, deprived of oxygen, and low on adrenaline, started hallucinating. Carly was waiting for him outside, he could feel her. all he had to do was get outside, then they could start a life together…
The change in water pressure set off a series of explosions. The school started collapsing around him. Large chunks of ceiling fell, like metal support beams while the secret entrance/exit burst open.
A rock struck his leg. He stopped swimming for a moment. Sam let out a scared noise, "Freddie!"
He kept going. Not much further now. Just a little bit more.
A little bit more. Just a little bit... more. Freddie pulled on exposed wires, which singed his hands. They sparkled and fizzled against his skin, leaving black marks. He groaned in pain.
Just... a little... bit further...
A dog popped up out of nowhere. Freddie swore. He wrestled for a moment, knowing he'd lose. His opponent was tough- a long gash had blinded him in one eye, but he kept fighting. The Good Wolf was tougher. He dug his fingernails into the skin of the wound, and slowly ripped it open. Blood poured out as the dog screamed in pain. Sam was no help at all, she was to tired, too scared. She had been here too long...
Just a little bit more than, the Good Wolf had to push just a little further, push this dumb guard out of the way to live.
The dog grabbed Freddie's arm, and snapped it. They both screamed in pain. The Good Wolf howled- in anger. His fingers found the throat of his opponent. Those nimble manipulators found the windpipe and ripped it out. The dog tried to call out in pain. Nothing came out of his mouth. Nothing but blood.
The Good Wolf kept swimming. Just... a... little... bit...
fur... further...
...Almost. Just a little bit more. A little further.
Almost there. Almost... there.
Almost-
There.
He was exausted by the time he pushed his way through the rocks to the exit. The ceiling collapsed again. Freddie covered Sam, trying to protect her. A large metal beam crushed his leg. He had no chance of moving it. Blood poured from his lips. Sam was screaming at him at the top of her lungs, terrified.
He pushed her off, "Go!"
She turned to find his leg trapped under a beam, "I can't! What will I tell Carly?"
The water level started to rise. He handed her his jacket; that all-purpose super-important, never-leave-your-cell- without-it-or-die jacket. She put it on, confused.
Freddie looked at her panicked, "Tell her-"