Hide and Go Kill

Chapter Fourteen

Opal's POV

We ended up going back to the odd room with weapons, deciding that it was best if we each had something to defend ourselves with. Natalie's body was missing from the spot she last lay and I stared at the large puddle of blood that had gathered around the chair she once sat on. The memory of Victor putting a bullet through her head with no hesitation flashed through my head, a truly gruesome image.

I turned back to the shelves and lifted my hand to grab a knife only to stop once I noticed the rapid trembling of my hand. A hand fell on my shoulder and I turned around quickly, terrified that it was Victor, fully expecting his strange smile, but was met with Kat's concerned eyes. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, the noises of this world began to slowly get louder until I could finally understand what she was saying.

"Are you okay?"

"I-I, I just- I want to get out of here," tears formed in my eyes and my chest tightened. I wanted to go home so bad. I just wanted to believe that this was all a nightmare and that I'd see Rose tomorrow standing by my locker with a big smile. I wish I could erase all the deaths I witnessed; Chris, Mason, Rose, and Natalie. I just wanted for time to stop and rewind until we were all at a moment in our lives where we were happy, alive. A finger wiped away one of my tears and I focused back on Kat.

"We'll be home soon, I promise," she nodded her head and I held back a sob as I looked for refuge in her arms. She awkwardly raised them and wrapped them around me, trying to comfort me. I hoped with all of my heart that she was right. 

I pulled back after a few seconds and swiped under my eyes, drying my tears and turning to the shelve. I grabbed a medium length knife with a very shiny and sharp blade. Testing its weight in my hands I nodded and decided I was going to use it. I grabbed a few other small weapons that I would be able to carry with me. I kept the initial knife in my hand and turned to face Matt and Kat.

Kat had a hammer in one hand and a pistol in the other while Matt had his pockets full of unknown weapons and a flail in his hand, the sphere at the end looking frightening with the spikes extending in all directions.

"Would you mind holding this while I carry the chainsaw?" He held out the flail weapon and I gulped before hesitantly grabbing it. It wasn't too heavy, in fact, I doubted it weighed more than 5 pounds, but the weapon sincerely scared me and the damage it could do frightened me even more.

Matt picked up the chainsaw and his eyes scanned the wall covered in weapons before grabbing an ax and ushering us to follow him. I didn't know exactly where we were going, but I trusted Matt and I believed Kat when she said we'd make it home.

Stepping out into the dark hallway, I fought the urge to shiver in fear. I was worried they'd find us and kill us. Though I knew Victor would just kidnap me, I knew that was worse than death itself. My heart was beating erratically in my chest and I feared it'd lead them right to us because it was so loud. We approached a room, one I had never been in. It looked like a guest bedroom with the furniture covered in white sheets to protect it from the dust.

The wall that was opposite the door was a boarded up window. Matt set down the chainsaw he was holding and gripped the ax in his hands.

"I'm going to use this. The less amount of noise the better," he spoke. Kat and I nodded in agreement. "Uh, you two stand guard."

I visibly gulped, which Kat noticed. She straightened her spine and gave Matt a firm nod. Holding the gun in her right hand, she stuffed the hammer in her back pocket somehow and walked to the door. I exhaled a breath and tightened my hand around the knife and flail, standing beside Kat. My hands were trembling slightly, but I received a reassuring look from her and I nodded my head.