Black & White | SPRINA ✔️

Chapter Four

"I never got your name," Nina communicated as silence covered the island. The male turned to Nina with a small smile, "Ezra," he told her as he removed the hat he wore. "Ezra Webber and you are?" He followed his answer with a question.

"Nina, Nina Reeves." She exposed; Ezra nodded, "I should go check for the launches," He told Nina as he stood up. "Pray for my safety; my other colleagues are dead," The chuckle that he attempted the holdback turned into a smirk.

Nina listened to his whistling as he left her on the porch. She watched as he disappeared amid the rain.

Her teeth clashed repeatedly as the cold air of the mansion hit her damp skin and clothing. She glanced around the empty halls as she maneuvered around the mansion.

Suddenly, it all went black.

*****

"Someone turned off the generator," Ava's words left her lips in a rush as the light shut off. "I always have that thing gassed for at least two days," She explained as everyone began using their sense of touch to stick together and move around the home.

"I only have about ten percent left, but this should help," Spencer paused, retrieving his phone from his pocket — using his flashlight for guidance. Trina removed her phone from her pocket, using the remaining fifteen percent to assist Spencer with lighting for the group.

The group saw their destination; Sonny called out to Curtis, who unlocked the door — his sight automatically seeing his daughter.

"Trina," A sigh of relief left his lips as he let his guard down at the sight of Trina. He quickly approached and embraced her. "Come on, let's get inside," He began guiding her in the room, but Trina shone her light at Kristina — who had the notable gunshot wound, then Ava — who had two open wounds from the bullets that grazed her.

"Help them, here use this." She passed Curtis her phone, pushing him towards the group that followed Sonny into the other side of the room they took shelter in.

"Something feels off," Trina confessed as they sat on the couch with Spencer's phone flashlight. "This room is very exposed," She pointed to the balcony and windows. Spencer turned to the glass doors and windows, nodding in agreement.

His phone disconnected its assistance with its flashlight.

They approached a window, leaning against a drawer in each other's arms as they used the moonlight to feel a bit safer than before. "There will always be a bright light amidst the storm," Trina mumbled, earning a forehead kiss from Spencer.

The sweet moment was interrupted as a dragging sound was heard close distance. "Spencer," Trina whispered as they looked into the darkness. The sound was seemingly by the door.

The scratching of the moving furniture alerted the men on the other side of the door. "Spencer! Trina! What's going on?" The voice Curtis yelled through the door.

The sound of his struggle trying to open it alerted the duo even more.

Spencer said no words; he pulled Trina onto the balcony — it led to another room. "Come on, stay in front of me," He told her as they made it safely onto the balcony. He held her waist tight as he looked to the room where the hooded shadow stood; Spencer knew it was a taunt.