Calum's P.O.V
"Come on, Michael!" I yelled and glanced down on the watch on my wrist. Almost 2:15. Damn it! I knew very well that we wouldn't be able to find them before Ashton's shift was be over. Better try to figure out a plan.
"Calum, not every one is a god damn athlete like you." A breathing Michael whined once he came up behind me and I rolled my eyes.
"It's all about motivation."
"Oh so, you're saying that Em might die any second isn't enough motivation?" I rolled my eyes and looked at Michael who stood bend over next to me. I leaned against nearest wall and shook my head.
"But you don't feel anything but family towards Emmy."
"But I still love her."
I rolled my eyes, pushed myself off of the wall and continued to walk down the small hallway. Great Michael, you pissed me off and now you made us waste another minute. Soon I heard Michael's heavy steps following me from behind... Or was it from in front of us?
Suddenly I realized that Michael was still behind me and someone else was heading towards us. SHIT!
I turned around and grabbed the shirt of Michael and pushed him closer to the wall.
"What the---"
"Shut up!" I hissed under my breath and placed my index finger over my lips to make Michael shut up. Once he heard the footsteps his eyes came into realize and I let go of his shirt. The two of us bend down and began sneaking down the hallway with our backs against the white stone wall.
My hand went down my side and to my belt where I had the gun and knife that I always carried around (except from when Em was being a bitch and decided to steal 'em). As we approached a corner I pressed my ear against the wall to hear through it, but nothing.
Instead I saw a shadow walking down the corridor to my right and I pulled out my gun faster than ever and loaded it.
Soon the shadow turned into human feet and I aimed my gun towards the man, pulled the trigger and---
BANG!
The man fell to the ground and within a second he was dead. Michael came up to my side as the blood created a huge puddle underneath him. I gulped hard and placed the gun inside my belt and covered it with my dirty shirt.
"Great shot." Michael muttered and I sighed.
"Thanks." I answered and took a big step over the dead man's body to continuing down the hallway that would soon lead us to a staircase.
"Should we just leave him?" Michael asked and jumped clumsy over the body and almost falling in the process, but still managed.
"We don't have time to stop and clean it up. Not to mention that any staff could walk in on us and I do not think they would buy that you are their new cleaning lady, Michael."
"Wow, sassy much?"
"Just doing my job, sweetie."
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Me and Michael kept on wandering down the hallway and up the stairs for about 5-10 more minutes and might have killed another guard.
I'm kinda freaking out.
If we don't find the girls within a few minutes we're all dead. I can't escape the thought of that this is my fault. Well, not completely, but still. It's all of our faults.
"My legs are hurting." Michael whined once again and I didn't have the strength to complain about his laziness or lack of motivation any longer, so I just let him be.
"Are we there yet, Cal?"
"I don't know."
That was the same old answer. I don't know. Will Jennifer and Emmy be alright? Are they alive? I don't know.
I DO NOT KNOW.
"Well, I am tired as shit." He continued and once again, my eyes rolled.
"Michael, can you shut up for just a second. I have migraines and your annoying voice is not making it bett---"
Suddenly I stopped.
The staircase ended and we came to another hallway, but this one was full of large windows or glass walls. Next to each glass was some sort of lock or control panel.
"What the---"
"This is it, Michael."
I took a glimpse of Michael and then began walking down the corridor. Mikey followed me closely behind and mimicked my every move. The only thing that was heard was our footsteps echoing.
Everything looked so unreal. Brad was really keeping people in these white cages. I felt sick.
"Why don't we have any of these?" Michael mumbled and looked left and right.
"Because we do not take prisoners." I answered with a clenched jaw and kept on walking down the mile long hallway.
"Well maybe we-we--- Emmy!"
Once I heard those words leaving Michael's mouth I quickly turned around and saw Michael running against one of the glass cages to his right and my eyes followed his.
There, inside one of the rooms, Emmy stood pressed against the wall and banged her small fists against the glass, without it breaking or even making a sound. It has got to be isolated. She had some kind of lock around her wrist that was attached to the wall with a chain.
Her mouth was screaming our names but it was like nothing came out. She panicked.
In the background Jennifer sat with her knees pressed to her chest and brushed her fingers over the lock on her wrist. It has got to hurt.
Brad had them trapped inside the same cell, but as far away from each other as possible. What a dickhead.
My heart kept on breaking once I saw Jennifer look up and meet my eyes. She had stains from tears down her cheeks and her mouth dropped slightly.
"We have to get them out, Michael." I muttered and clenched my fists. Michael stepped away from the glass and tore his eyes away from Em to look at me.
"But how? The glass is like cement! We'll never be able to break it in time."
I glanced down on my watch.
2:25
"It's 2:25." I mumbled and looked at Michael with a frown. I knew that we needed both Ashton and Luke to break the glass and that it was impossible for us to do it alone with the amount of bullets we had. But we had to try.
Once again I grabbed my gun and aimed it towards the glass. Emmy quickly backed away from the glass but got yanked back by the chains.
I began shooting at the glass. Bullet after bullet after bullet was wasted but the glass didn't budge. Buller proof.
"Fuck." I mumbled and looked at the bullets that was lying on the white floor, steaming smoking.
"Now what?" Michael sighed and walked up to the glass to inspect the damage, but nothing had happened. Not even one scratch.
I glanced down on the watch once again and then back at the lockers next to each cell.
Well, it's not going to be pretty.
"I have an idea."
A/N
Hi! So, I just opened the wattpad app for the first time in forever today and saw all comments and votes and it just made me so happy.
I got some motivation and finished the chapter I had lying around, so here it is. It's more a filler and for that I'm sorry, but it just makes the story more interesting.
CONGRATULATIONS TO US! WE ARE TODAY 1 YEAR OLD!
But rly who else is Michael in this chapter? Like, lazy and shit? I am.
Lots of love
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