Differences

Chapter 46 - Alaina

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After running around for God knows how long, trying to remember my way back that stupid metal and with not being able to meet anyone for any help, I finally found the metal wall.

He had to be in here. He had to. It was the only place I could remember that had any correlation to a room.

But if he wasn't?

What if I try to open this and he wasn't there? What if he was somewhere totally different, dying as the seconds tick by?

I push the thought aside. This may be a fifty-fifty situation, but instincts were certain he was in here.

It just had to be those annoying computerised doors. After my goddamn earpiece broke from my fath- , I mean . . . uncle trashing it a while ago, I didn't have a connection with Rei to hack into the system. And I had no aid, or the ability to call for one. And I didn't have many bullets left, I don't even know if the bullets could penetrate through whatever this was.

But who the hell do they think I am, I wasn't called a psychotic for nothing.

I aim near the edges of the door hoping those annoying locks to be damaged and fire the three that was left. But it barely took any damage. Wasn't unexpected but I was desperate.

But desperation was good. It gives me more strength than I would have usually have.

Adrenaline rushes through me, as I began pounding at the door. I didn't know what kind of metal this door was made out of, but I had a good feeling I was capable of ruining it. My elbows started to bleed, and the blood dripping started a rhythm of its own alongside me slamming my right shoulder and elbow against this stupid door.

Drip, thud, drip, thud, drip, thud.

I didn't know how many times it took for the door to even slightly given in, but it starts to. And that was the most important thing.

"Luke!? Luke, are you there!?", I scream, hoping, praying for an answer.

I was met with silence, besides the blood dripping, and my body pounding against the door.

And then I heard something.

A voice?

A grunt?

I didn't know. But it was something. With the new found hope, adrenaline picks up again and I pound against it harder, faster.

Thud,

thud,

thud,

drip,

thud,

thud,

thud,

drip.

And then it finally gives in.

I shove my way through, relief momentarily taking over me. It was him. Bloodied, bruised, injured. But he was there.

Alive.

"Luke? Please look at me.", I plead, dropping down onto the floor, cupping his face in my hands. He was barely conscious, and so much blood was seeping out from all over his body. His arms, legs, stomach. This was so dangerous. I rip off my shirt and pants and wrap around the exposed wound as much as I could and used a small rope I hate I kept on me to tighten above the wound for good measure. It was much better losing a leg or two than losing his life. I couldn't care less if he likes that or not.

He needs to live. He had to. He had to survive.

"Alaina.", he whispers, sounding lifeless and it hurt. It broke me, physically.

"Yes Luke?"

"Leave. You need to leave", he breathes

"I'm not leaving. Not without you.", I sternly reply back, "If you die, I die with you."

"You can't  . . . take me. It's . .  not  . . . possible"

"Well, I'm crazy, and I'm going to whether you like it or not"  I retort as I wrap his left arm around to the other side my left shoulder and begin to attempt to haul him out of here. Anyone the size of me, wouldn't be able to half drag a man his size.

But, as the world was well aware, I was a complete deviation from normal and the combination of panic and the adrenaline rush coursing through me was just enough to get me going and I was just more than grateful that he was still hanging on, still here with me.

It was a fortunate thing that from where we were right now,  wasn't too far from the entrance we both came from. We could do it. Just a few turns, and then we'll be out. We leave the dungeon like structure and turn left, and then another right, while I try to mentally remember the way out. But as we make another right turn I heard men shouting.

"THEY'VE ESCAPED!"

"GET THEM!"

"DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!"

But none of the voices were familiar in the slightest. They had found us.

I pick up my pace and Luke tries too, but it was wearing him out. Rapidly.

I could feel the blood seeping out. Warm and sticky.

"Leave me', he breathes out once again, but I wasn't listening to any of it. Shots fire and one brushes against my arm. But I felt no pain, thankful for the adrenaline. My body, mind and soul was just so desperate to get this man to safety. This man who have saved me in so many ways. This man who saw me. Me as a person.

I couldn't let him die.

People needed him. His parents, siblings, Ash, Will, Josh, his men. People relied on him, respected him, and I –

I wanted him. I needed him. I loved him.

I make another right turn and saw the crack of light from the exit. We were almost out, and our people would be there. Just a little more. Just a little more, I began to say under my breath. In my mind it was for Luke, but I felt as though I was telling myself that more so.

More shots begin to fire, and one manages to go into my lower back and pain radiated from within, throughout my body. The adrenaline wasn't enough. But I just bit my mouth to prevent anything from escaping my lips and continue to put all my attention for the door that was right in front of us.

3 meters,

2 meters,

1 meter.

And then we were out.

I spot Ash outside in front of us. His eyes widening at the sight of us. The sight of him. Barely conscious.

"Quick! They're right behind us!", I yell, and everyone starts to get in. Ash helping me to get Luke inside the car. And then we were off.

We survived.

For now.