Avenging Angel
Chapter 20
Angela had gotten up and noticed how stiff she was. She started towards the door. She noticed the scanner right away. She knew that it was an ocular biometric scanner. Only scanning his eyes would open this door. That was not super helpful. She continued around the room to see what all she had to work with. The table, the utility shelf, the pole, the hidden needle, and she finally spotted Elijah's discarded bag. She had thought that he had taken it. She snatched it up and took it to the table. She pulled out the items laying them on the table. More full syringes, rope, and tape. Great a murder bag, she thought. Until she noticed the last few objects and quickly shoved everything in the bag inside and threw it on the ground.
"What happened?"Lucy asked, clearly concerned.
"Nothing. Just a murder bag."
"Well that just takes the surprise right out of it.", Lucy said trying to joke and lighten the mood.
"Ok here's what we were going to do. When he comes back, I will bum rush him. While I have him distracted you run out the door and go get help."
"What? No. I wouldn't leave you in here."
"Lucy, one of us can get out. It needs to be you. I am the one that he wants revenge on. So you run out and go get Tim and Wesley. I'll be fine. "
"Ang I won't leave you here."
"Well I'm just not really dressed for the occasion.", Angela said trying to sound like a joke but her voice cracked.
No one was able to speak because the door had opened. Before anything could be done the door had closed once more. Angela knew that their escape had failed. Elijah had walked in and was surprised to see the two women up. Lucy ran at him with everything she had. It knocked him down momentarily. He swiped his foot out and kicked her leg and she collapsed to the ground. Angela ran towards him and started kicking him in the side. He grabbed her foot and she fell to the ground. He got up quickly and picked Lucy up and had his hand around her throat.
"Well you did surprise me. But I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
"You fucking sadist!", Lucy grumbled.
"Now Angel. If you don't get back on that table, I will rip her fucking throat out and paint your body and these walls with her blood."
Angela couldn't breathe. Her heart had stopped momentarily processing the information. She had to help Lucy. She moved backwards towards the table, never taking her eyes off Elijah. She looked at Lucy whose eyes were pleading with her not to do what he said. She chose at that moment. She chose to willingly sit.
"Now that's a good girl.", he purred.
Lucy wanted to vomit as he had said it in her ear. She could feel his breath on her. She smelled whiskey on him. It was overpowering. He still had her by the throat when he asked what he would do with her. He gave Angela another choice. Did she want him to "play" with her or would Angela take the fall. Lucy tried to speak and he cut her off by tightening the grip on her throat. Lucy struggled against his grip trying to keep Angela from choosing herself. He just grabbed the back of her hair with one hand and kept the other around her throat.
One word came out of Angela's mouth.
"Me.", she said with a small voice that didn't even recognize as her own.