I can't handle this, this has to stop, it has got to stop, needs to stop.
They take the girl-beating her, they took her and killed her. I couldn't stop it-needed to stop it, had to stop it, but I couldn't. Ashley poor Ashley, did nothing wrong-we all did nothing wrong, none of us deserve this. All of this went through my minds as I thrashed about in my restraints, the vivid picture of a tortured Ashley still lingers within my mind. The haunting screams echo and bounce inside my mind, making my eyes shake as I stare at the blood slowly spreading on the floor.
Jake, he's gone crazy talking, muttering-he was shaking or am I the one who is shaking? There was nothing I could do to save her, to help her. Again, I let another one of my friends die. I try so hard to keep them in my grasp, to keep a hold of them, but it fell through the cracks.
"Cristina, welcome back."
I stop my harsh breathing, my body tingling as I look over to Jacob, gazing into the direction he faces. I peer into the vent as I see shadows move within, squinting to see the glow of eyes. The vent was glowing, the angels were coming! But wouldn't they come from the sky rather than a vent? Wait, no vents- Witch. Is it help? Is someone going to help us?
One of the guards noticed us staring at the vents. He must has suspected something was a miss, for he went over to the vent, peering in to find the same thing I had. At first he was confused, but once he started to lift his gun the vent's cover shot off it's hinges, hitting him hard. The impact from the vent caused him to stumble back, stirring up commotion in the room. The remaining guards rushed over but were too late, Marcelo was already out of the vent shooting up the place, and the Witch inside came out. Unfortunately, before I could get a good look at her, she was already screaming and running around the room slicing open the throats of the last remaining guards.
Blood, more blood on the ground- the doors burst open and waves of James's soldiers flooded in, but the flow of both Marcelo and the Witch did not falter. It was like they were dancing, their movements were in harmony, in sync with one another. Not once did they get they get in each other's way, gliding by each other like as if they floated. The blood that was splashing about was like falling flower petals, giving them such an angelic form, their music the sound of firing guns, yet not one hit or even grazed the duo.
I was in a trace, hypnotized by their grace, that I hardly noticed Jacob untying his arms. Either the Witch cut him loose in her dance or he did so himself, but the pulling of my restraints made my illusion wash out, like running water down a river. They washed out into what was reality. Once my restraints had fallen, I pushed off the ground more than ready to join their dance, my hands shaking just thinking about it. Tyler told me to wait, but he's a person they told me I shouldn't trust, that I should go with my desire instead. I grabbed a knife from the table-a knife they used on Ash-the bloodstained metal acting as a mirror, showing the falling petals behind me.
Licking my lips, I rushed my way onto the dance floor, the knife almost slipping out of my hands from the pure exciment that rolled off me like morning fog. The dance was more than I could ever ask for, the rush you feel when you first puncture your victim or even the way a giggle escapes me whenever I would see their eyes go wide. My movements weren't as lucid as theirs which kind of irked me, but nonetheless, I was dancing even though my movements came out rushed and rigged. The sound of my team cheering me on gave me the extra adrenaline I needed to keep up with the others.
Once the dance was over, I was covered in their human water, the floor was flooded as the walls cried, the scene was beautiful, and I just couldn't help but die of laughter. Tyler came up pressing his hand on my back, but I didn't want his filthy touch. Shrugging him off, I sent him a glare, not caring if he gave that hurt look of his. I looked over at Marcelo, also giving the Witch a look over, who more or less looked familiar. Uneasy need washed over me-
Unsafe.
She's unsafe.
Need's to die, too dangerous.
She looks dangerous, I don't like it. I slapped Tyler's hand away once again as I made my way over to them, Tiff was the next one who got in my way. Just by the look on her fucking face I could tell she was going to open her mouth and sprout her bitching voice at me, but I was on a mission and she was in the way. I grabbed her face and threw her out of the way-the thump of her body hitting the floor followed by her bitching voice-gave me some kind of fucking satisfaction. The noise made the Witch turn towards me, our eyes locking, her muscles visibly tensing. Good. But even the slightest tense set off Jacob and Marcelo, Marcelo aiming his gun at me, telling me to stop.
If they thought I would ever listen to Marcelo, they've got another thing coming. That little shrimp of an elite won't even kill a fly! I didn't listen to Marcelo, but picked up my pace. Marcelo fired his warning shot, Jacob coming away from the door to tackle me to the ground. I punched him in the face, kicking and squirming, Tyler grabbing hold my hands above my head while Jacob straddled me, holding down his forearm on my jugular, cutting off my air that was I was desperate to have. Without any air getting into my lungs I struggled more.
"David! Calm down!" Jacob commanded giving me a stern look.
"She needs to die! She can't be trusted!" I struggled to say.
"It's Cristina!" Marcelo yelled out, holding his gun close to him.
The room fell silent, Tyler's grip loosening giving me a chance to rip my hands free. I lunged at Jacob, punching him square in the jaw, all out of pure rage. For some reason it seemed like Jacob knew it was Cristina! And...and he didn't tell any of us about it! What kind of teammate keeps this kind of secret from them?!
Getting up, I hovered over Jacob who refused to look at me, his eyes on his teammates. "You knew."
"David, sweetheart, I don't think he would-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP TYLER!" He flinched away, casting his eyes downwards as he went back to stand next to Tiff. "Yessir."
"What the fuck is going on?!" I looked at Jacob's team in the eyes, more strongly towards Cristina and Jacob, since they seem more of the brains in the group. My anger boiled when I was met with silence.
"Not now, we have to get out of here. I have a route planned, but it's the most dangerous-unless you want to go out the way we came in." Cristina said as she watched Marcelo help up Jacob, not before he made a funny remark about his missing arm. But I stood there, stock still, not liking the situation. We have yet another dead and two missing, yet this bitch Witch is suddenly back. Didn't Skittlez go with Marcelo? Why is he back and...
I glared at the boy, my red bells ringing in my head. I resisted the urge to-kill him kill him I need to kill him he kill them- no I don't know that. KILL HIM, HE KILLED THEM.
"My team will go through the vents, your team go the long way. I'll find a ride and bring it out front, be ready by then." I singled my team to follow as I headed towards the said vent, but Cristina grabbed my arm, careful not to scratch me with her long claws.
"You won't be with an infected. The infected will attack you without a special with you. I'd tell you to stick with us." I snarled at her pulling my arm free.
"And I advise you to mind your own business." I helped Tiff up into the vent while she bitched that she didn't want to go first, that there would be bugs, and that Tyler would look at her ass to which he retorted that the only ass he would be looking at would be mine. Once Tyler was in I turned toward Marcelo, who was the last one to leave.
"Marcelo." He "hmm"ed as he turned toward me, silently asking what was up. I narrowed my eyes, forcing the voices back, "After we get out we're going to have a conversation, with Cristina- no everyone." He tilted his head bring his brows together making it look like he was confused.
"Skittlez." That's all it took before his face shifted into a expression I didn't know he could make, it was only a split second before he nodded and left. I wasn't happy about the way the situation was heading, for all I know is that my best friend was somewhere out there in danger and Marcelo took off on her cause he's a scared little bitch. This possibility only fuled my anger, awaking the sickened mind within me, wanting me to do cruel and nasty things to them. But I pushed those thoughts to the side of my mind, slightly liking the images that were being brought up.
The vent was cramped, hot and dirty. Granted my outfit was black so the dirt wasn't going to be brightly shown, but I could feel it being caked on my skin. The layers of mold and dust made me want to cough, but being behind Tiff I don't want any unwanted order or gas in my mouth. Tyler's ass was also in front of my face-he smells nice-I want to lick it-blood drip down his body as I rip open his stomach. No! These thoughts also need to be pushed to the side of my mind! I concentred on the sounds of fighting from below us. Jacob's team performing their dance.
The vent was starting to get dark, so dark that I couldn't even see Tyler's blond hair that would glow in the night. I stopped trying to feel my way ahead, just trying to make sure that my team was still there, but all I felt was the humid air. No Tyler, nothing. Panicking a little, I tried to put my palm on the walls, but my hand either went though the wall or there was no wall. The air around me became thick, clogging my throat, gasps escaping my mouth. It felt as if my lungs were caving in, that at any moment I would suffocate. The sound of whispers and clicking noises surrounded me, the whispers speaking harsh words, some even disturbing, as they mimicked the voices of friends and family.
"You let me die."
"I wanted to die, to get away from you."
"You were a disgusting son."
"I rather be dead than being alive like you."
"You're worthless."
"Disgusting."
I covered my ears, I don't want to hear this! I know! The clicking sounds as if hissing roaches were in my ears.
"You wanted to kill me for yourself."
"Best friend, want to know what human flesh taste like?"
"You liked seeing my dead body."
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I banged my head against the only solid thing that was around me, the floor vent if you could even say that I was in the vent anymore. I kept banging just wanting the voices to stop.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
"David are you ok?!" Something grabbed my shoulders- the voices grabbed my shoulders! I was having none of that, not now- I can't disappear now! So I bit that very hand that grabbed onto me, blood quickly pooling in my mouth. The hand jerked away with a pained gasp-that'll teach the voices. I looked up to find my self back in the vent's with my team looking back at me and Tyler cradling his bleeding hand.
"What the bloody hell was that for?!"
"Nothing-keep moving! G-Go right."
Once we got out we found nothing that we would be about to use for transportation. We found a few shopping carts but that was it. I doubted that anyone would want to 'drive' a shopping cart all the way to the base. As expected Jacob's team was out within seconds after we found the carts. I was impressed that I found no blood on them-well, Marcelo and Jacob, but Cristina was covered in it from head to toe. I couldn't complain, since I was so used to Skittlez constantly covered in blood.
"So what know?" Tyler asked, his wound wrapped up, courtesy of Cristina. I was surprised that she still knew how to aid people being in the state she was in. Jacob kept saying how good it felt to rip James a new one, Tyler tried to make a gay funny joke but I already wacked him upside the head before he sprouted his shit about. At the moment we are a few blocks from their hideout, Nathan nor Skittlez were seen, and what Marcelo and Cristina said put the group on edge.
That Skittlez was the one who killed Cristina, that Skittlez ran away and Nathan should be watched. That he was planning something. I didn't believe it, but the proof was standing right in front of me. Why would elites lie, it wasn't their nature to lie...but Skittlez is my best friend she tells me everything. It's not like her to not tell me something. And Nathan is so protective of her, it's not like him to not be out without her.
"I told you bitches that those bitches were up to some'tin!"
"And we can't trust you, so shut the fuck up!" Cristina hissed. The two got into a verbal fight, but I was too busy looking out into the streets to even notice what was going on around me. This is going too fast for me-too fast and so confusing. My health can't keep up with this.
We don't even know where we're supposed to go, Nathan and Skittlez were supposed to lead us to the base-where ever that is. Sighing defeated, I was really getting too worn down for all of this.
"Hey it's Nathan!"
What? I turned to where everyone was looking at, and sure enough, Nathan was riding an army tank towards us. How he got it, I'm not going to ask. Who's driving it, not going to ask either. I then noticed that there wasn't a single infected around us, it was so silent that I didn't notice that we were all along in the streets. How long has this been going on? Where are the infected?
When Nathan neared, he sniffed the air asking where Skittlez was. I was going to answer that, but I truly don't know where she is, before Cristina answered.
"She sided with the Dome."
It fell silent once again this time, disbelief coursing though me. "Skittlez would never do that!" I stepped close to her, but once again, I was held back by Tyler this time, grabbing a hold of my waist. I was too overwhelmed to tell him to fuck off. Marcelo started crying that he didn't want to tell us but that he saw her get in the Z's car willingly. But I refused to believe such a thing. " I know my best friend and-"
"Do you really know her?" Tiff spoke up. My eyes reflecting my hatred towards her. Why did she have to live? What's the point if she's dead or alive?! WHY IS SHE STILL HERE?!
"What the fuck do you mean?" I growled out.
"You weren't with her when she was living her life as an infected. She goals and morals might've changed. So don't be a fucking bitch and accept that I was right, and you were wrong."
"No. Nathan tell them they're wrong!" Looking down at him I saw such a nasty look on his face. He was grinding his teeth, his stature was rigged, his claws digging into the ground.
"What do you want me to say? She clearly chosen her side."
"NATHAN!"
"Let's get in the tank, we're not stopping until we reach California." Everyone walked to the tank-this isn't right! They were her friends! They shouldn't believe this!
"Guys-!"
"David...just...come on." Tyler guided me towards the tank. This isn't right.
It took four months to get to California and settle in. Two months to actually get there and one month or settle ourselves in our new home. The trip was strained, silent for many reasons and the long road trip around the states didn't calm my nerves. When we actually got there we found five cities worth of infected welcoming us with open arms. But I once again felt alone, uncomfortable with the fact that something is amiss in my group. Knowing that once again my best friend is probably alone and scared- maybe even hurting and I can't do anything about it.