Hurricanes

III. Escalate

Kate's unhelpful witty brain cell geared into action.

"Oh, hey." Kate drawled. "Are you wizards or something?"

One large guy launched at her immediately that she narrowly side-stepped. Woo, that was close. "Probably not!"

The guy next to him managed to tackle her over, clawing on her suit and satchel. Kate twisted her body around and pinned him on the floor but then her shoulders were suddenly yanked backwards by a pair of hands, losing her momentum.

"You guys don't seem like wizards." Kate panted, knocking somebody's chin with a quick jab of her elbow. She shivered at the electrified feeling of her elbow hitting something. Ugh, the bane of human existence.

She manages to take a step back, and asses the situation under 5 seconds. The room had no tables, chairs, or any indication that it could have been an office. It was just one big empty room. There were five guys in total, two on the floor, one cowering from Kate's essential elbow jab. The other two were already advancing on her—as if mindless. 

"Easy boys." She said lowly, as if trying to calm a horse. The two guys lounged at her in weird synchrony, but she managed to evade them.

Kate quickly inched towards the door, realizing she was greatly outnumbered. She may be stubborn, but she learned long ago not to pick fights against 5 large guys with unfocused gazes. She reached towards her quiver, hoping that she got the sleeping gas arrow and nocked it.

Releasing the arrow, once she opened the door— she didn't wait for the purple smoke to come out. She does need sleep, but the floors here don't look promising.

Running down the hall to the East side of the building, red lights flickered above her but no sound of sirens or alarms were heard. Just lights. 

Like a foreboding horror show she had unwittingly put herself into.

There was no one waiting for her on the elevator. And the red lights were gone once she entered, though before she could breathe a sigh of relief she felt something breaking down under her weight, and the next thing she knew she was falling endlessly into a void.

ThisishowIdieThisishowIdie— Kate's mind panicked as the air rushed on her body, pulling her down and away from the elevator above as light from the lift grew smaller and smaller as she descended neck speed below.

"Fuck!" She fell on the floor with thud. She was sure she broke something in the process. "I'm gonna have to ask those two to pay— Shit—Ow!" 

Yep, she definitely broke a something.

 She stood up groaning and wincing, looking around to see a hallway leading to a single yellow light on the end. She looked up and saw the most confusing thing she had ever encountered.

What kind of psycho-horror shit is this?

A large spray-painted art of a golden mask, looks down at her in a menacing stare despite the lack of eyes present in the drawing. Kate immediately knew this was connected to the Half-Masked Men, her only immediate conclusion was that it could be a cult. 

Yeah, she's not scared at all.

Even when "SHE IS WATCHING YOU" in bold red spray painted letters in the middle of the mask looked clearly like a warning to Kate's overconfidence.

Nothing super-villainy to see here...

Her fingers inched on the retractable bow attached on her hip, she was relieved that it wasn't broken when she un-folded it with a quick thrust of her arms in the air. Clint would have killed her if she broke it. These things weren't exactly the type you buy in malls. Nocking a normal arrow, she started walking towards the yellow light — noticing a wooden door through her sharp eyes.