Kill or Be Killed

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

It has been 4 hours on an abandoned country road. I have seriously thought about letting Matt wolf out so we can make it there faster. However, If anyone doesn’t know me I am a stubborn ass and proud of it. So there we were with feet pounding in pain, throats dry from dehydration and sweat on our foreheads from the constant heat of the dessert’s sun beating down on us. “Please! Please let me turn!” Matt’s annoying whining was getting on my nerves also. That boy never shuts up!

“Shut up!” I hissed at him. The 4 hours spent on this stupid road was not peaceful while I had an annoying, whiny asshole next to me constantly talking my ear off.

“Oh come on you have to be tired of this.”

“Actually I am quite comfortable.” The lie slipped out like butter. Matt raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Yeah right, it isn’t like every step you take you wince like you are stepping on burning rocks.”

“I’d rather be walking on burning rocks then listening to you all day!” I snapped back. I looked back up to scan my surroundings when I noticed a faraway building from the left of us. Ignoring Matt’s grumbling and changed direction. The closer I got the more I realized it was a small beaten up cabin. But hell I would take it any day then staying on the torturous road with an infuriating boy. Matt finally caught up and started firing questions at me. “Where are you going? What is your problem? Can’t you just talk? Can’t you mmmhhhmmm???”

“There we go, much better. I was wondering where my duct tape was in my bag.” I smiled sweetly as shock was clearly in his eyes and a magical piece of duct tape was placed over his mouth. He ripped it off growling.

“What is your problem?”

“Now do I have to get more duct tape out? I mean can’t you get the hint that I DON’T WANT TO TALK! If you couldn’t understand that Matt I would gladly repeat it for you. Yo No WANTO HABLAR!!!” I started screaming at him and somehow mixing some Spanish in my temper tantrum. “I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I WILL TAZER YOU!!” With that ladies and gentlemen I got the devil himself to shut up for one moment. Yes only one moment.

“Jeez what crawled up your butt and died.” That was the wrong thing to say to girl that was hungry, tired, and frankly didn’t give a damn. I swiftly pulled out my Taser out of my boot and tazered his sorry ass. With that magic trick he was silent for another 5 hours. I should use this thing more often I swear it is holy.

I reached the cabin in 30 minutes while caring a 145 pound wolf on my shoulders the whole way. Once I got there I dropped him on his butt; however, he didn’t wake up. I must have tazered him a little too much. Oh well he already lost quite a few brain cells a couple more couldn’t hurt him. I tried karate chopping down the door. I really have no idea how the actors do it on show. They make it look so easy. I only ended up hurting my already throbbing foot. Instead of that method I had to pick the ancient lock which was really easy to do considering the locks back then weren’t made to resist thieves or at least this one isn’t.

The cabin was dusty with sheets over the furniture and everything covered with dust. I threw Matt over my shoulder again and carried him over to the couch and dumped him. Oh thank god I finally got rid of that. I sighed contently and settled down into a chair, falling deep into the unknown blackness.

4 hours later

“AAWWW!!!” A high pitch screeching sound that pierced my ears like nails on a freaking chalk board brought me out of deep sleep startling me. I jumped up and hit whoever was creating the evil noise hard enough to drop him to the ground. “OW! MARCY!!!” Matt’s screamed.

“Don’t startle me. You really need to learn this fast.” I yawned and made my way to the kitchen to see if there was any running water.

“Don’t walk away from me. You tazered me! How dare you?” He started to raise his voice again.

“Do you really think screaming again is not going to result in more torture?” I questioned him. That quieted him pretty quickly. After returning to my search for water I searched all the rooms on the singled floor cabin only to come across no water heater. The only place left to search was the basement. Which to be honest freaked me out. Letting a wave of shivers crawl over my body while starring daintily at the dark hole downward I figured out my best option. “MATT!!” His head appeared around the corner.

“What is it?”

I bit my lip trying to be seductive which only resulted in me laughing at myself. Ok I can’t do seductive but I can do threatening. I stopped the act. “Do you want water or not?”

“Why?” he asked suspiciously. Which to give him credit he is catching on that I don’t do anything without having something in return.

“Because you are thirsty and you stink.” I stated dryly.

“Well aren’t you a kind?” sarcasm literally dripped from every vowel of the sentence. I think I was starting to rub off on him in a bad way.

“ Thewaterheaterisinacreepybasementandidon’twannago!” I rambled off quickly surrendering for the first time sense I met him.

“Come again?” He smiled knowingly.

“The water heater is in a creepy basement and I don’t wanna go.” I sighed and waited for the teasing to start. He just stared at me with some weird emotion going across his eyes.

“Sure thing Mac” He went ahead of me and shuffled down the creaking stairs with me behind him like a damsel in distress. I am not proud of this believe me but I am not emotionless and the fear of dark basements just never left my system. After we both made it down the creaking stair, Matt took out his cell phone for light only to let out a startling girly shriek out making me stumble back into the stairs. I fell backward and hit my head hard on the edge of the stairs. That is why I don’t like basements. There is always something bad happening in them. For instance me passing out after falling from Matt’s scream.