Bad Blood

Chapter 18 - Bengal Tiger and I come up with a dimwitted plan

The Elevator came to a stuttering halt and we swayed forwards from the force of the motion. Immediately we both swung into motion like we'd been doing this together our entire lives. I grabbed both my daggers and dug one into the side of one of the walls and jumped on it balancing like an expert acrobat. I then jabbed the other into the roof and began to cut a very jagged body-sized hole. Brooklyn began to pull out all sorts of gadgets big and small, twisting and turning them together, so by the time I'd punched the metal out in the roof of the elevator, the gadget in her hands resembled a small- actually, I had no idea what it was. The girl turned and looked up at me, where I was squatting deeply on my dagger which is still in the wall. 

"Either you're very light, or that dagger is very strong." Brooklyn laughed, with a glint in her eye. 

I glared at her. "Hardy ha, very funny. I'm laughing so hard." I replied sarcastically, leaping down onto the floor of the elevator, which made it sway to the left with a creak. 

Brooklyn yelped. "Careful! Do you want us to fall to our deaths?" 

I looked at her. "We're in an elevator. What we're about to do is about 100 times more dangerous and making a lift sway."

She stood up, giving me her filthiest glare. "Still." She wrung her hands together, shoving her gadgets into the belt of her blue and black school skirt. "You could break the cables holding this thing, and I'm going to die wishing I'd killed the fringy white girl when I had that chance."

"You know people might like you if you weren't so- insolent." I tastefully shot back. 

"And people might like you if you spent less time lecturing them like their moms, and more time helping them climb out of the elevator before their kidnappers come down to personally shoot us." Brooklyn Looked up at the dagger stuck in the wall a few feet above her head. "Either way we're not getting out of this until you take into consideration that not everyone can do an acrobatic trick like you."

Following her taunts, I took out my other dagger and jabbed it into the wall a few meters from her knee, so that when lined up the knives in the wall resembled very small steps. "I'll go up first and help you out." I grumbled, and before she could object I'd swung up and climbed out onto the roof. I held out a hand once I'd knelt down. Brooklyn looked up at me, and for the first time, I saw the genuine fear swimming around in her dark brown eyes. 

"It's ok, I'm not going to let you fall." I reassured her and within a second the split second of emotion, I'd seen washed away. 

"You better not, pasty white girl." She mumbled angrily as she took her first step up, wobbling on the fist dagger. She leaned forward, her arms wavering, and fell forward. I slithered in as fast as I could wrapping my arms around her torso as fast as a could stop her from falling. I wrapped my legs around the cables holding the lift up and hung on the Brooklyn for dear life as the elevator took a furious swing at the wall of the shaft. 

Brooklyn screamed as we swung in the other direction, and with some strain, I hung onto her until the swinging slowed down. I whimpered as I scrunched up, my core screaming as I pulled my body weight and Brooklyn's up through the hole in the roof. 

"Get out!" I yelled at her, my eyes shut tight in pain as she wiggled around to pull her legs out. She crawled out of my arms and I continued to pull myself out, collapsing in pain as the elevator continued to swing side to side. The swinging slowed and I looked over at Brooklyn, whose face was a white as it could get from fright. 

 "You just saved me." She whispered in shock. 

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I think I liked it better when you were mean to me," I grumbled as I leaned back into the elevators and yanked out the daggers from, the wall. I pulled myself back out and shoved them back under my belt. By the time I'd done this, Brooklyn's shock had faded away and her face bore her resident scowl. 

"You're taking too long." She snapped. "They're probably already trying to bust open the doors, and thanks to you we're going to die in a lift shaft."

I stood up as slowly as I could to avoid moving the cabin of the elevator and peered over my side of the shaft. My eyes were still adjusting to the light, but after a while I spotted a plastic grey tube that ran down the side of the wall, ending near the doors for the floor below us. 

I was about to gloat about my discovery to Brooklyn but was cut off as a loud bang sounded below us. We both froze as another bang erupted, and I looked down at the doors below us. A serious dent had struck the double doors, and it looks as if our kidnappers were trying to break in to get us out.

"Ah Brook, we got a situation," I said as quietly as possible, as the banging continued. "We need to move. Now."