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Chapter 16~~ Freedom
I lunged and hauled the knife back to get enough force to punch a deep hole in the blood sucking son of a bitches chest; eyes blazing with fury and desperation. My eyes adjusted to the shadows, intent on seeing the surprise on Damiens’ cursed face when the blade pierced his flesh. I saw the dark clothing, the white hair, the withered face-- I let out a surprised gasp and jerked the knife to the left so it missed the womans’ face by a mere inch.
“Oh my!” the woman- what was her name? Fiona- Fiona gasped.
What was she doing here? I frowned in confusion. It was supposed to be Damien, he was supposed to be coming after me and I was supposed to fight him till either he died- most unlikely- or I died; which, frankly, was a lot more likely. When the lady began to stammer more I managed to collect some common sense and put a hand over her mouth and roughly dragged her down behind the Nurses desk.
“What on earth are you--”
I glared and grabbed her face again. “Shut up!” I hissed. Her expression shifted to one of shock and I ignored it, peering around the desk to make sure no one else was near before turning my attention back to her. Assured that we were, I looked to her. “Did the leeches send you?”
“Lee-leeches?” she asked, confused. I bore my teeth at her and she flinched back before shaking her head vigorously. “You mean the vam-vampires? No they didn’t send me! I was closing up the last station and you just lunged out an-and… what are you doing out here?!”
I rocked back on my heals and closed my eyes, running a hand through my hair before I glanced down at the knife in my other hand. It didn’t make any sense. The vampires… was it a trap? Was she here to trick me? Or …was it really a coincidence? The questions stabbed my mind and I yanked at my hair. Did it matter? She was here and there was nothing to be done about it. Should I kill her? Tie her up? It’s not like she could help--- I stopped. My eyes flicked up to the wall. The map!
“Where are the compounds maps?” I demanded softly.
Her eyes darted left, “I-I don’t know what you’re--”
My hand shot out and I gripped a handful of her hair. “Don’t. Shit with me.” I ground out. I gave her head a little shove into the metal cabinets behind her. “Tell me where they are!”
“Ok-okay. Wait!” she gasped out, putting a shaking hand up. “I know what your talking about. But why do you need them? You’re not trying to escape are you? If He finds out--”
I snarled. “Do you think I care, lady? If Damien catches up to me I’ll fight him to the death, and if he doesn’t kill me I’ll take a knife to my neck myself!” It was true. I couldn’t stand the humiliation. The pain. The torment. I would rather embrace death.
Horror entered her gaze and she swallowed hard. “T-the picture. Behind the picture.”
Without hesitation, I stood and crossed to the framed image hung on the wall. I grabbed the framed and lifted it off the nail it was on before setting it on the desk. Nothing on the wall. I flipped the frame over and sucked in a breath. There they were. The keys to my escape folded neatly into a pocket built into the back of the wooden frame. It was more than I could’ve hoped, as it also had the ventelation system outline as well. I swiped the maps and carefully reset the frame on the wall.
“Thank you--” I turned to smile gratitude at the old woman only to freeze as I caught her finger pressed to a phone panels red button. I growled in fury and slammed her back against a wall. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?”
She struggled in my hold, trying to alleviate the pressure on her throat but I only tightened my grip. “I coul-couldn’t let you leave!” she wheezed. “If He found out I would be d-dead!”
“HE?” I demanded. “He? What about me? Did you forget that? The hopeless beaten girl- who might I remind you is of your same damn species- that is trying to escape a rapist?” I shook her slightly before flexing my grip on the knives handle. “You won’t have to worry about Damien killing you, I’m going to end your life before he gets here.” I brought the weapon up with determination of seeing blood stain her wrinkled flesh when she let out a frightened sob. My eyes were drawn to her eyes and my muscles locked up.
Fear.
Raw panic.
Utter horror.
I could see it all in her wide, bulging eyes as her face blued with lack of oxygen. My mind flashed to what my face must’ve looked liked when Damien had done the same thing to me.
Abruptly I dropped her and backed away, letting her slump to the ground, hand to her throat protectively.
My whole form shuddered and I slammed into the cabinet behind me, shaking my head crazily. I felt like Damien. Oh god I felt like Damien! I looked at my hands and felt disgust roil up in my stomach. These hands… I turned them over… these hands had brought terror to the innocent. What was wrong with me? I looked at the knife still glinting in my grasp and dropped it like it was a poisonous object. I gripped my hair tightly and whimpered. Before I had come to be here I would’ve never have grabbed an old lady like that. I would’ve never lunged from the shadows at a person with a knife. I would’ve never… I would’ve never…
The thoughts stopped.
If I had reacted like I would’ve in my old world I would’ve been dead by now.
The cruel reality hit me hard.
This- I looked at the dropped blade- this was necessary for survival.
And I wanted to survive.
Gaze hard and flinty, I untangled my fingers from my hair and bent to pick up my weapon which now felt comfortingly within my palm. MY eyes went to Fiona who was looking at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. That thought made a hysterical giggle rise in my throat but I bit it down because I had a feeling that once I let it out they would never stop.
“I’m going to leave. Without killing you. But I swear to everything I still hold fucking dear. If I see you again, I’m going to kill you.” I ran the blade over my thumb and watch in fascination as blood swelled up before looking to her again. “If I see you again,” I reiterated venomously. “I will slice you open and dissect you to find the reason why you work for these sick fucks before I pull the very last breath from you in the most painful way I can imagine. And I am very creative.”
With that I darted away into the darkened hallways and to freedom.
But I knew, with a nausea filling my stomach, that I had meant the threat. That I really would do that. The old Rebbeca wouldn’t have done that. The old Rebbbeca wouldn’t have done any of this.
I was a new person.
And I was frightened to realize that I liked what I had become.
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