Evan POVMy wrists burned from the constant jerking motions I was doing. I was trying to make quick movements to move the chair towards the table with sharp things on it. But, so far I've failed. The chair has probably moved no less then an inch.
I stopped to take a short break. I looked back over at the table. The metal objects shined in the light. Determination filled my body and I stared at the table.
Okay, I can do this. For Craig, not for me.
I began to violently jerk chair upward and in the direction of the table. The chair screeched against the ground and created a LOT of noise.
This is really loud. They're gonna find out soon. C'mon Evan! Faster!
After a few larger 'thrusts' and I made it close to the table. I saw a round blade that kinda resembled a small chainsaw. Now my problem is how I'm going to get my restraints up to be able to cut them. The table is higher than my arm-rests.
An idea popped into my head. I've done it before at Marks, and it worked I guess. It was loud, yet it worked. Its gonna hurt, no doubt. And hopefully I don't get stabbed in the process either.
Jerking the chair a little more towards it, I started to rock back and forth. With the momentum of the swinging, I made a big push with my one foot and went tumbling towards the table, knocking it over.
I hit the floor first, my head hitting the ground roughly. My head smacked against the ground. A surge of pain flowed through my head. The sharp objects soon began to fall around me, I felt one cut my cheek...almost cutting my eye. Kept my head down and squeezed my eyes shut. Soon I noticed, with my closed eyes, that the light was hitting my eyes anymore. Opening my them, to find the table falling straight for my head. The corner hit the right above my temple, sending more pain to my head.
My vision went fuzzy and blurry. But after a few seconds everything started to come back. The pain however, stayed around.
Choosing to ignore it I searched around looking for the object I saw before. I spotted it laying beside my chest. I shuffled so that my wrist laid beside it. Getting closer I hit it with my hand so that it was pushed against the table. Shuffling more towards it I rubbed my bindings against it, hopefully cutting it.
Beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. This was tough work. Non-the less very uncomfortable. But after a few minutes I cut through the rope and had one hand free.
Wow, I'm genuinely shocked that They haven't heard me at all...Or walked down here. That's kinds strange. Keep note of that Evan.
Quickly I got my other hand free, using the sharp tiny chainsaw thing. With that I also freed my legs from the bottom of the chair.
I'm aware that I've been in a chair for a bit, so my legs probably need to be stretched out properly. But I have no time. I need to go help Craig.
I'm starting to think that maybe Jonathan knows that I'm escaping. That they're both aware that I've gotten free. I have to be smart about my next moves.
Although, I have to get Craig free regardless. I cant leave him here. By the looks of his face...and arms, he's suffered enough.
I stood up and wobbled as fast I could to the door where Craig was kept. I banged into the door by accident, my heads killing me.
I opened the door slow enough that it wouldn't scare Craig, but fast enough that it didn't worry him.
When the door was fully open, in the corner of the room I spotted Craig chained up. His stomach had a cut on it and his face was painted with black and blue splotches. He was conscious and looked scared half to death. But soon enough he recognized me and his shoulders dropped and he relaxed a little.
YOU ARE READING
Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED
FanfictionFORMALLY KNOWN AS - What's Real? Jonathan Dennis has only known misfortune and envy. It's made him empty and hollow, no wonder why he can do things no one can without having to be purely malicious. Although, it also helps keep emotions locked up. Bu...