Bad Night

🍆glizzy🍆

"Soohoocoopl" - Vianna

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My breath hitches, the sense of coming back to reality is quite jarring. Especially when I, when we, were having a good time..

Brandon continues to check the messages, and then looks up at me again.

"Come with me. I want you to stay in my sight until backup has made it in as well." He says to me, looking around for the way up. He grabs my wrist again, but then thinks for a moment and gently slides his hand down to hold my hand instead.

I don't have time to react much other than blush, because he then pulls me to go through a doorway. We start walking down a hall, which is more normally lighted, sort of blinding me as I had gotten used to the dimmer lights.

I blink a bit to try and focus again, and notice that there aren't as many people down this hall. In fact, as we keep going, there is none at all.

"I-is this an area that guests aren't allowed in-?" I ask quietly. Brandon doesn't respond, and that scares me.

"..What if we get caught-?" I ask again. He still doesn't answer.

We walk down the halls in silence, and Brandon seems to know this place well. At least well enough to get us to an elevator.

"Uh, what are the chances someone's in the elevator we call?" I ask, breaking the silence as Brandon reaches to press the button. He stops and looks at me.

"..I'll just have to make sure I strike first then." He says, stiffening up.

"Your going to fight whoever comes out of that elevator-?!"

"..Yeah. If I do it correctly, we'll be safe." He says, pressing the button and backing away.

"And how much of a chance is there you'll do it correctly-?" I ask. He shushes me, and then the silence is then interrupted by the opening of the doors.

There is, in fact, someone in the elevator. They look up at Brandon dumbfounded, and even more dumbfounded as Brandon restrains them to the elevator wall.

This is around the part I can't continue to watch, and so I close my eyes as I try to drown out the sound of someone fighting for their life in that elevator.

I can tell they lost that battle, as a thump of them falling to the ground is heard, and Brandon speaks.

"..Don't worry, they're not dead. ..I think." He says, walking out to look at me directly. "I.. don't know if I was too strong with it or not. Something came over me, like I had to protect you or something.. Whatever, let's just raid them and put them in that janitor closet over there."

He wipes the little bit of sweat off his face, and then goes back in to look at what the person had on them. I peek inside, and watch him look through the person's belongings and pockets.

He finds security passes and a walkie talkie that is linked to other security officers.

"Looks like we were lucky, this'll be good for reaching her without being caught." He says, then lifts up the unconscious person, signalling for me to open up the door across the hallway.

I do, and he dumps them inside, shutting the door quietly. We get in the elevator, and after some thought of what floor it is from Brandon, he presses the respective button and then, silence.

I attempt at breaking the silence, at least to make this short ride that feels like forever less painful.

"..What are you going to say to her?" I ask.

"What am I going to say to her? ..I'll probably reason with her. Ask her to stop doing this shit and leave me alone. Maybe ask for an alliance, if she doesn't kill me first." He mumbles. He doesn't seem very confident about what he's going to say.

"..Does she make you nervous?"

"No, not really. Being in this business for as long as I have been, I'm used to the ruthless killing, the betreyal, the greed, and the constant fear of being assassinated. ..All I've ever been scared of is weaknesses, and with you here it's.. Ugh, no, your not a weakness, not ye-" He's cut off by the door opening, and he quickly checks to see if anyone is around.

".. Nevermind, let's just get going." He says, leading me down the hall of this floor. He goes a bit too fast, and my ass cheeks start to clap from walking too fast.

"Hey can you keep it down-!" He whispers to me.

"I can't help it-! It just don't stop moving-!" I exclaim.

I suddenly trip on a ripple in the carpet for the second time, and the impact of me falling to the ground makes my ass cheeks clap so hard together that it shakes the building.

Brandon looks at me, his eyes wide. "..Shit."

Guards come running down the hall behind us, coming to see what that ground shaking sound came from, and start chasing after us once they see the intruders.

"Shit get up-!" Brandon yells at me, yanking me up, and I do my best to get back up on my feet as I'm being dragged.

Brandon suddenly checks his phone as we're running. "Sokka is sharing their location! C'mon they must have already found her-!"

I just nod and follow his lead as we try and loose the guards following behind us, but to no avail.

After a sharp turn down the hall, he points toward two big doors.

"There-!" He says, picking up the pace and I try my best to keep up with him. He skids to a stop in front of the door, and then quickly opens it.

He suddenly jumps back and I feel someone grab me unexpectedly, holding me in a chokehold immediately.

He doesn't even have time to react, as guards catch up and try to restrain Brandon, in which he fights back to, but fails to take on all of them at once.

I struggle against the strong grip of the person, but I feel myself go pale as I feel the barrel of a gun against my head, and I immediately freeze up.

Brandon does too, no longer fighting against the guards, looking up at the person holding me enraged. But, a hint of fear in his face.

There is a long silence of tension and heavy air, and then it's broken when I feel the chest my head is against rise and fall, exhaling a sigh.

"..Brandon." Says Glizzy Wizzy,

"What the fuck."