(ON HOLD/BEING REWRITTEN) De Salute Mea- Safety From The Darkness

Chapter 14

( WARNINGS: Fire, pyromania, language )

"Boy, what's up with him?" Charlie asked his brother as soon as Zain left the cells, slamming the door behind him.

"No idea. Maybe Pissy Pants is starting to get to him." They both laughed at the nickname before Riley's eyes moved to the door. "You think he's gone?" "At the rate he was going." They both stood up and Riley pulled a paper clip out of his pants pocket. "I mean, you gotta feel bad for the guy, at least a little." Charlie commented as he watched his twin stick his arm through the bars and work the lock. "Yes, his situation is quite unfortunate." The lock clicked, and Riley swung the door open with a loud creak. 

"I mean, with those witches and that asshole Azazel-" "Pissy Pants!" Riley corrected as he walked across to his brothers cell and began to work on the lock. They both laughed again, and the lock clicked open, and Charlie stepped out. Riley grinned and swung his hand into the air, meeting with Charlie's. 

"Let's get outta here." Riley nodded. "How are we going to go about this? The easy way, the hard way, or the easy-but-dangerous way?" He asked as they strode out of the claustrophobic jail.

"You always ask that, dear brother, and you always know how I answer." They exchanged mischievously delinquent glances. 

"The fun way!" They cried in unison, and took off running down the dark halls. 

"You go get the explosives, I'll get the fireworks." Charlie ordered while tugging on a strap slung over his shoulder, causing a handbag to suddenly appear. He opened it and pulled some rope out.  He was the smarter brother when it came to gadgets and inventions, of which he had created many.

"Always best to go out with a bang!" Riley replied, continuing straight while his brother turned a corner.

"Qarinah, I must go. I have business to attend to." Azazel turned his back to the door he had just thrown Zain into to gaze into the beautiful eyes of his partner.

"Be back soon then." She replied in a low, seductive tone. 

Azazel leaned closer to her, a small smirk on his face. Either the pair of evil villains were ignoring the hysterical screams coming from just a few feet away behind a metal door, or they just didn't care.

"But of course, darling. I could never be far from you for too long."

He placed his hands on the back of the brunette's head, to which she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. "I shall be back by dinner." With that, he leaned down, as he was much taller than her despite her heeled boots, and kissed his love goodbye. "I'll be looking forward to it." She replied after they broke apart. "Very well then." 

He broke out of their hold and strode away, switching from his fraudy expression depicting ease to his true face of determination as soon as his back was turned. Zain was not enough. Without help, he would never be. Now, with him behind The Door at the current moment, Azazel would have to do his job for him.

And he would make sure it was done right this time.

Riley snickered with mischievous pleasure at the sight of the door he was looking for. A smirk plastered on his face, he tried the handle. Locked, of course. What kind of person would leave their room dedicated to the sole purpose of holding and hiding explosives unlocked? 

The door was made of metal, as were the walls surrounding him. No doubt it was metal that would hold an explosion or five hundred. Tilting his head back, his gaze shifted to the ceiling. His lips curled into a smirk and a look of lust entered his eyes, an expression of hunger.