Agent Ez

Chapter 37 things just got crazy

Dedication to @whiterose_xx becuase she had some awesome theories :D 

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And there in all her 5’1” glory stood Tiffany, with a Beretta 92FS Brigadier pointed firmly at Ralph’s head. She had a look of pure fury etched on her face, I still haven’t gotten over the fact that she was here, in front of me with a gun of all things threatening to blow Ralph’s brains out.

Questions ran through my head, the most prominent being, “How the hell did she get here?” But really, questions like that were not very pressing right now, what was pressing and quite literally was the barrel of the gun on Ralph’s forehead.

Everything else, clearly wasn’t pressing enough,

“Don’t move pretty boy, he will get hurt.” She declares, I didn’t even notice someone was moving but the must have been as she clicked the safety off the gun.

I need to diffuse this quickly, but how? I turn to face Tiffany, completely ignoring my almost husband, “Tiffany, look –“

“I want to do this Ez, I really want to and nobody’s going to stop me.” She states pressing the barrel more forcefully, Ralph pales further, a light sheen of sweat coats his brow.

“Okay, I won’t stop you,” I say beginning my was towards Becca, “but consider this, what if he was already dying?” I ask, snatching the glass away from her. I walk toward Tiffany slowly, taking baby steps aiming to knock the gun out of her hands but then having no clue as to what would unfurl after.

“I have an announcement.”

Great.

Just what we need another psychopath.

“You are all so very stupid, except for Ez. She’s probably the only clever one here, you underestimated me and treated me like shit. And now it’s my turn for revenge you’re all going to pay it.”

Pinch me, I think I’m having a nightmare.

Very slowly, he pulls out a lighter and begins to flick it on and off, “all of you are stupid, because right now you’ve all been poisoned and you didn’t even realise. Another thing you don’t realise is that you won’t make it out of this room alive.”

He throws the lighter, flame burning onto the grown and I watch in horror as the flame spreads, into every direction faster then I would have thought possible.

I recall in horror, the sticky banister from before knowing now that I should have been paying more attention.

He’d doused the whole place in petrol.

I meet his eyes across the growing flames as chaos ensues around me, people are panicking and yet they seem incapable of doing much but run around some. He smiles whilst doing nothing to abate the flames that are licking at his legs.

I feel a sharp tug but cannot seem to take my eyes off him, to take my eyes of the carnage going on around me. Like when watching a horror movie but being completely being unable to stop watching despite not wanting to watch. Another tug, and a shout over the roar of the flames and the screams of people, “we need to get out of here! Now!”

I realise this and turn to whoever was pulling me, truly seeing my surrounding for the first time. The fire had progressed massively, smoke filled the air, so thick that I could barely see in front of me. My breathing was laboured and I began to register the pain on my ankles and calves and the searing heat on my skin.

I was suffocating slowly, but the person who had a firm grip on my arm tugged again and I followed them out to wherever. We had left the hall to somewhere cooler, the kitchen maybe but I still couldn’t see properly with all this smoke and my eyes watering like crazy.