Unusual || Sitkolson

•3• Wait It Out

11:03PM 10/27/32

I run through gravel roads, following behind Ghost, him knowing his way around better than the rest of us considering this is his home town. Minutes later we stand in front of a polished building, white brick walls, and crystal chandeliers visible through the bay windows. "Let's get this shit over with.." Chris mutters, throwing his axe over his shoulder. Ange follows behind swinging his Machete like a baton. I look to Ghost giving him the look that says 'go', and he listens. I walk over to Josh.

"Hey, it's okay. It will all be alright, okay? We just need to get this done, Josh. We need to do this to survive." I remind him.

He reluctantly nods, "I know.. I know... I'm just.. I'm so scared. I don't want to see what they did to her." He croaks, looking up to me with glossy eyes.

"I know you're scared. It's okay to be. But we need to do this. She might be fine, Josh. You just have to wait it out and see if she's waiting for you."

He swallows what seems to be a lump in his throat, "Okay." I pat his shoulder and we walk slowly into the building. I click my gun off safety. Screams echo through the halls of the large building, signaling that our timer has started. Me and Josh run as fast as we can to the heart of the building. Minute after minute, step after step, shrieks of horror still erupt from the the now splattered red walls. We finally get to our destination. Josh immediately goes over to the controls trying to shut everything down, as I guard the door.

"Josh!" A feminine voice shrieks.

Josh looks up, a wild look in those crystal eyes of his, "RYAN?!?" He shouts before sprinting out of the room.

"Dammit Josh!" I whisper yell to myself. I slowly walk to the many buttons levers and knobs that he was previously working on, and try to figure out how to kill this place once and for all. A small 'creak' noise sounds from behind me, but of course, I'm too focused on the control panel to pay any attention to it. Suddenly there's a knife to my neck, and just by their scent, force, and general presence, I know exactly who it is. "Why hello Agent Richard Olson. It's always a pleasure to have your knife to my throat." I speak calmly.

He laughs dryly, "It is indeed. Maybe I should do it more often then?"

"Well, I would agree, but sadly... I don't think you'll get the chance." I grin. With one swift kick backwards, I kick him right between the legs causing him to drop the knife right into my hand. I spin around and plunge it into his torso. "So long, Agent Olson, and thank you for your time."

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AN:
Word Count: 539 words!
Sup, so here's a little secret, I was going to originally write "so long and goodnight" for the last part to be an MCR reference, but I decided not to lmao idek why lol. But uh I don't have a lot to say /: have a good day/night. Xx
Signing off.
-Autumn