They walked through the dim corridors in silence. He followed Cristina closely as she turned down the empty main room. She sighed as she noticed the doors were locked. "Cristina?"
"Yes, Hemmings?" She ran her hand down her face and sighed.
"Am I really that insane? That they have to put me in a hole for two years?" He asked playing with his thumbs.
"Yes, you are. But so am I." She responded cupping her hands on his face. He tried to smile, however it faltered. "Alright, we need to find a way out of here so we don't burn to death."
They both spun around looking for any escape. His eyes landed on an air-vent uncovered. "There." He pointed to the rectangle on the wall. She mumbled a 'perfect' and walked towards it.
"Alright. Let's pour the gasoline just around and, uhm... grab a paper and set it on fire when I tell you, at that point we need to be in the vent. Okay?" She asked him. He simply nodded. He listened to her and began to follow her directions. "It smells so bad in here." She giggled.
"That's the perks of gasoline." He smiled. He loved it all. They stopped and he hesitated with the matches in his hands. "I think you should do it. I might get too carried away." She nodded and took the matches.
"Get in the vent." She told him as she lit a match. He climbed into the vent amazingly since he was so long and lanky. "I'll see you on the other side, boy." She dropped the match and he started shuffling through the vents.
After a few minutes of rushing through the venting system, he pushed open a gate to the outside. As he crumpled out of the vent he looked around him. And there was no Cristina.
This is so bad I'm so sorry. It's over soon I'm sorry but if I find time I might write a sequel so whoo !
