Fusion

16. Down and Dirty

"Get up." Pitch shoves me slightly with his hand. I turn away from him and pull the covers over my head. "Dude come on. We don't have all day. It's time to brief the mission and attack the prison." He punches me in the shoulder this time, with all his might. I manage to let out a word that sounds like a groan.

"Weaaakkk..." I chuckle in my sleep and he decides to step it up a notch by using the shadows. One large dark hand lifts the bed and I and Violet tumble off the bed. Pitch smiles and then sets the bed back down.

"Time to get up, it's one in the morning. The mission starts at two." He offers me a hand. I grab it with one hand and I punch him in the arm with my other hand.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm up." I stumble over to the closet and take some clothes off the hook. I slip my pants over my boxers and put my blue and white baseball tee on. I run my belt through the loops of my pants and tighten it before putting on my shoes. Last is my cap. I take it off its hook and place it backwards on my head.

"Alright, I'm ready." Violet walks to her room to get a change of clothes and I start walking with Pitch to the briefing room. I step out my quarters slowly and he follows close behind.

"So you and Violet, huh?" Pitch asked with a curious tone.

"Hmm?" I'm worried about something else at the moment. "Uh, yeah. We are an item, yes. And I am very happy to say so." I respond without thinking about it, still trying to contemplate my other various problems.

"That's cool. Wish I had what you guys got. Nobody is really into guys with jet black hair, white as flour skin, and a natural habit to manipulate the shadows at his will." He raises one eyebrow slightly and looks at me as we walk towards the briefing room. "Dude, what's bothering you?"

"Nothin," I respond lying.

"I can tell something is wrong. I have good people skills." He smiles a bit.

"Good people skills?" I respond laughing throughout the sentence. "You?"

"Yea. So tell me. What's wrong, bud." He seems more serious now.

"Nothing. Really."

"Oh come on. Look, you helped me out of Purge's madhouse so I believe I owe you a favor. And helping you with this..." He looks at me again as if scanning my face. "...still unknown problem, is how I'll do it."

"Fine." I stop walking and stand there looking at him. "I don't think we'll beat Purge."

"What?" His face scrunches. "Of course we can. We have you. And ya know, every other hero after this prison break."

"Yea...but what if...what if that's not enough to beat him?" My hope is fading and I struggle to grasp it.

"It's enough," Pitch replies in a confident tone.

"And if we don't win?" I respond grimly.

"Then we die trying." His look intensifies. "To the last man. Come on, Jack. We got a briefing to go to." With that, we start walking towards the room again.

We enter the room quietly. The briefing room is fairly large, containing every hero in the base in one area. I only count a couple dozen people. Purge has so many heroes...Is this small handful even enough to assault the prison? My doubts continue.