No Way to Live -Mavin fanfic-

Chapter 16

Not long after, we were crawling around in the vents of the warehouse. It made me feel claustrophobic. We had managed to find a small opening from the outside going in, but we had to open it with nothing but our hands. As he crawled along in front of me, the sound of talking grew louder in different places.

"Hey Michael, nice ass," I whispered, noticing it right in my face. Michael looked strange in a hunched over pose.

"Oh my god shut the fuck up!" He whispered back, trying to listen to sounds from other rooms.

"Do you think we could get ice cream after this?"

"Gavin what the fuck did I just say?" All I could do was start to laugh and break the whispering.

"You'rre a fucking idiot," He whispered, picking up the volume a bit as well.

"Hey I thought in movies the villains could always, like, hear the main characters through the vents. You know, because it like echoes and-" I froze dead in my tracks. It was faint, but they obviously made no effort to hide what they were saying.

"THEY'RE IN THE VENTS! GET OUT OF HERE MAN!"

Guess I was right. Oops.

"SHIT! You fucking idiot!" Michael said, now not bothering to keep quiet at all. Michael suddenly turned a corner and crawled as fast as he could away from the direction of the nearest opening. At first, all I could do was freeze. I used all of my brain to tell me body to move quickly. It was a weird feeling that made my muscles feel like they could forget how to work at any second. I was quite far behind Michael, but I jerked forward and crawled as fast as a person could crawl. I started to hear noises similar to the ones me and Michael were making and realized someone was chasing us.

With Michael way in front of me, I started to find it hard to keep up and turn all the right corners. It came to a point where I looked down a corner I thought he had went to but I could no longer see him. Noises of crawling were coming from all directions and I had no way to know which one was from Michael. I just kind of froze and looked around, like a lost child.

I was opening my mouth to scream his name when a hand stretched over me and grabbed me. Shock and fear swept through my body, and I tried to scream through the fingers but it only came out as a muffled humming.

"Shh It's me!" Michael whispered and I suddenly relaxed. He pointed forward at the nearest vent opening. I nodded my head in agreement. We crept over and he peaked through it, only to jump back immediately.

"What?" I mouthed. He just jolted his head around like he was in a scared panic. I looked through and saw two men standing on the opposite side of the room whispering to each other. Both of them were holding guns in their hands, about the same size as ours. Pistols.

Before I could look at Michael for instructions, he already had his gun out. I brought mine out as well, mimicking him. He held up five fingers, and slowly brought one of them down.

"Wait!" I whispered. He brought two more down, signaling the seconds we had left.

"Wait we're not going to kill them-" And suddenly all the fingers were down. My time was up.

Michael slammed his foot against the vent as hard as he could, but it didn't break off. Before the other two men could react, he had done it a second time and it broke off. The sound of bullets ripped through the air but none of the firing came from me. The moment I saw blood splatter the walls was when I covered my eyes. It was all too vivid... I couldn't take it. Silence finally grew and Michael grabbed the back of my collar.

"Come on we need to move!" He whispered.

"It came from that way!" We heard someone scream from the vents. Michael was now pulling as hard as he could at my collar and I stumbled forward, almost landing on the dead bodies of the people Michael had just murdered. The smell alone made me want to puke.

"I swear to god you're good for nothing!" He yelled as he dragged me down the hallway of the warehouse. I had no sense of direction, and even if Michael did let go of me I would have never been able to get up. How was Michael okay after that? I got a strange sense of deja vu and realized how easy all this had seemed in video games. It felt so much more... scary in real life.

Michael dragged me in to another smaller room with various boxes. He let go of me and I slowly wobbled up while he emptied what appeared to be cocaine out of one of the larger boxes. Without a word he grabbed me by my shirt and pushed me inside the now empty box.

"You're in horrible condition!" He whispered. "Hide here and don't make a sound! I'll come back when I've got the stuff."

I must have looked absolutely horrible because he saw something in me that made him lean down and kiss my forehead. Michael never did things like that. He smiled one last time and then closed the top of the box and left me all alone. He abandoned me. I should have been feeling safer in my hiding spot, but without Michael I only felt more vulnerable.