Jemma looked between Nathan's still form and the killer. As much as she wanted to run to Nathan's aid, Jemma remained where she was. The killer held out his hand. "You came for me. I knew you would." He smiled.
Jemma countered the smile with a dark glare and swung the bat, meaning to hit the killer's hand. The killer pouted sourly and moved quickly out the way. Jemma growled lowly in her throat. "You want me? Come and get me!" Jemma yelled and darted off back towards the stairs.
"Jemma!"
Brooklyn's out-cry fell on death ears as Jemma disappeared out of sight. The killer giggled in glee and took off after her. The remaining bladers were quiet. They stared at the spot where Jemma and the killer had been.
"I guess he followed."
The group all turned to look at Nathan as he got up. Ian raised an eyebrow as he pulled the duck tape from his mouth. The smaller russina scratched his chin feverishly. "Weren't you just killed?" he inquired. Nathan bit back a groan and chuckled lightly instead. The half-Japanese male lent against the wall, holding his side for dear life.
"It's called playing dead Ian." Nathan replied. May-lin scuttled over to her friend and tried to life the side of his t-shirt. It was soaked through with blood and stuck to his side. Nathan pushed her hand away. "I'm fine Lin. I've suffered worst before." He mumbled. May-lin placed a hand on her hips.
"Yes but that time you weren't bleeding all over the place." When Nathan did not let her look, May-lin crossed her arms over her chest. "Nathan Ryu Hikaru! If you don't let me look at that wound, I'll get Elizabeta to hold you down." She scolded. Elizabeta giggled behind her hand while the other males looked at each other. Nathan chuckled again and pulled up the side of his t-shirt.
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The insane giggling of the killer was driving Jemma nuts but she refused to give up. They were already half way down the stair-case and neither seemed out of breath. Jemma grinned to herself and ducked behind a small corner. Next to her was a door which led to the next floor, 5 levels down from her own floor.
"Princess!"
Jemma tensed slightly and gripped the baseball bat. The killer's footsteps were getting closer. Jemma held the bat ready. The killer ran quickly past but Jemma swung far faster.
The killer's face exploded in pain and blood. He hit the floor with a thump, cracking his back off the stairs. "Take that!" Jemma laughed and disappeared through the door. The killer wiped the blood from his face and growled. He got up and continued on with his chase.
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Nathan eyed Kai's hand as the smaller Russian held it out for him. Kai frowned a little. "Need help?"
Nathan shook his head, using the wall to help him stand. May-lin and Elizabeta had ripped their favourite shirts so they could tie the strips round his waist. The make-shift bandage did its job but Nathan knew he would have to go to the hospital. The half-Japanese boy shivered slightly. He hated hospitals. "I'm fine. Been through worst." Nathan muttered and began his slightly wobbly journey to the lift.
"What do you mean by that?" Tala suddenly asked. May-lin glared at him quickly, silently ordering him to shut up. Elizabeta took a more direct route.
"I don't think that's any of your business." She snapped. The Scottish girl smiled a little at Nathan who returned it. Once at the lift he jabbed the button for the lift.
"I was beaten up by Yakuzas when I was four years old." Nathan muttered over his shoulder as the lift doors opened. Kai, Tala and Ian stared at each other before they hurried into the lift.
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Sean jabbed the button for the lift a few more times. After hearing that his daughter was missing (That shouldn't have been a surprise Sean had mused), He had gone to question the other bladers. They all said the same time.
Floor 78.
Sean cursed and was about to jab the lift button again when a loud ding was heard. Sean took a step back when the lift doors opened. "Good heavens!" Sean exclaimed.
Nathan smiled weakly at Sean. "Hi Sean. Listen, we can explain…" Nathan was yanked out of the lift. Sean tightened his grip on Nathan's shirt.
"Where the hell is my daughter?" Sean shouted. Nathan winced as a shooting pain went through his side. May-lin and Elizabeta grabbed hold of Sean's arms.
"Sean! Nathan's injured. Let him go." May-lin pleaded. Elizabeta tried her hardest to wretch Sean's grip off of Nathan but nothing worked. Nathan bit his lip as another pain shot through his system.
"Jemma's being chased by the killer. We all know who he really is." Nathan watched as Sean's anger was replaced by shock. The elder male lowered the teen to the floor. "It's Jemma's uncle, isn't it. Rich…"
"Don't you dare mention that name around me!" Sean hissed but despite his wound, Nathan wasn't backing down.
"Richard Scott. He's the one killing everyone. What happened Sean?" Nathan inquired. Jemma's father refused to look at the teens.
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Jemma quickly shut the door to one of the hotel rooms and lent against the cold wood. Even though Jemma's ring of keys were no longer with her, the English girl always had a back up plan. Tucked neatly in her pocket was a skeleington key. Okay so the plan hasn't gone according to plan but so far so good, right? Jemma wondered.
Jemma held her breath as she heard doors slamming but otherwise there wasn't much noise to go on. The English girl decided it was time to move and headed towards a door which joined the room with another one. However before she was even able to get to the door, the door handle moved.
"Crap!"
The door burst open. The killer grinned widely. "Found you princess." He laughed only to have Jemma swing the bat at him.
"Stay away from me Richard!" Jemma screamed. He was going to push her into a corner, she could see it happening. Richard Scott could only grin further as he held out a hand. "I'm warning you, you psycho!" Jemma spat swinging the bat again.
Richard's smile turned sour as he eyed the swinging bat. "Jemma…Darling…Light of my life!" His hand was smacked away from the bat. Richard swore louder.
"I ain't your darling and I ain't the light of your life." Jemma retorted. A small meep escaped her lips when Richard turned back to face her. Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Jemma counted about 5 more steps before she smacked into the wall.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya. Now give me the bat." Jemma continued to swing. "Give me that bat." Richard sneered a little but the bat continued to swing. "Give me the god-damn bat so I can bash your brains in!" Richard yelled. He lunged forward only to have Jemma jump to the right.
The female looked back as Richard collided with the wall. Jemma smirked and ran for her life. Jemma tore through the second room and slammed into the door. She fell into the corridor cursing when a shooting pain went through her ankle. Trust me. Jemma whined and limped towards the stairs.
"I'm right behind you! I will make you mine!" Richard yelled, running out of the room. Blood poured down his face from a wound on his forehead. Richard continued to chase Jemma as they got closer and closer to the lobby stair case.
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