Fracted (Book #2)

Chapter 27: Small Pockets

I slithered across the hallway with Eiffel. She placed the side of her head against the door across ours, listening. Silence filled the entire area. I still remember that moment when I chased after Eiffel. The thought gave me a bit of confidence. Strength.
"You sure this is where they're staying?" I asked.
"Hundred percent."
"So first thing's first--I'm gonna crawl inside the room and you keep watch okay?"
"Okay--but what am I supposed to do if things go wrong?"
"You know what? Just wait for me here."
I crawled through the opaque door, removed my squeaky shoes, and stood up with an arched back. There were two bodies laying in one bed, and the other bed held a stiff body of the Porter. I could barely see through the blurry darkness. Although I could still see the boys sleeping on the floor. I see a tiny object slip off from Robert's open hand. His glasses. Might as well just use 'em, I thought.
I slid them through my ears and I was pretty satisfied with what I saw.
I crawled towards Jason with the syringe on my hand. I made skittering movements before raising the syringe. The thick needle hovered above his tan skin. I blew out some air and inserted the sharp stinging metal. My heart was pulsing out of my chest.
I pinned down Jason's arms as he starts flailing around. But before the bed began squeaking, I formed a barrier on top of him, steadying him with the heavy weight.
"Jason, stop it!" I whispered on a raspy voice.
He twitched ten times worse than before in a matter of seconds, and came the inhuman moans. The forcefield had scratches because of his nails and rotating fists. His muffled moans pushed against the glass-like solid.
I somehow thought that the others were just too dumb to think that they couldn't have just injected the liquid back into his system, but now I know how stupid it was to do it. Ten seconds seconds have passed, and he finally stopped shaking. I took off the forcefield.
"Jason? Jason. Jason, are you okay?"
"What happened?" he moaned weakly, "Why did...you do that?" He sounded angry but merciful.
"Do what?"
"You injected me with--"
"Yes, I know. But you're gonna thank me later--I'm asking you a big, big favor here."
"Gosh, please, Jess. Let me rest I just got revived, give me a break."
He acted like nothing happened, as if he just woke up from a bad nap. Jason's too grumpy after what I've done.
"I'm talking money here, Jason."
What was I saying? I was out of my mind. Anything for my escape, I thought. Our escape, I think. Jason gets up from the bed with wide open eyes, "How much?" he asked excitedly.
"You little money-face," I frowned at him. "You'd do anything for money, huh?" He shrugged arrogantly.
We teleported out of the room without making a sound. Every second it went on, I felt like the moment was growing. I'm scared things'll go away pretty soon, but all we had to do was act. That was it.

"Bags are packed," Eiffel said with full exhilaration. "and we're ready to go."
"Where are you guys going?" Jason asked.
Eiffel elbowed my three broken ribs from before, "Wanna tell him?" she asked.
"Brooklyn." I strapped my backpack over my shoulder.
"As in Brooklyn, New York?"
He stood up furiously, tossing his arms around, like he's the boss and I'm the about-to-be-fired employer.
"You can't...do that!"
I hope the others won't here from across the hall.
"Like anyone's going to stop me!" I said loudly.
"You can't--I won't let you do this, Jess."
"Why? You are not the boss of me, Jason. No one is. I'm sick of all the patterns."
"Patterns. What patterns?" He looked confused that time.
"Remember, this isn't about who's in charge. Just get me out of here with Eiffel and trust your whole life on this. I'm paying you great money on this so if you decide to come back here, you better have a great lie to tell Jackson."
"What's with all the big fuss about anyway?"
"Look, Jason, don't you just hate it when the same things happen over and over like a labyrinth with no exit?"
"Yeah..."
"Then shut your flaps and take my money so we could leave."
I don't get it. It's like someone else took over. Inside felt like scorching coals on a grill. Have things changed? Or have I? I can't afford to accept both.
"But before we leave--"
"Ohhh, not again!" I groaned, losing every bit of my patience.
"There's somewhere we have to go to."
"Where?" Eiffel asked. I guess she got tired of my whining.
"Just come."