Thirty-Three
When I woke up again sunlight was streaming through the open door, bringing with it freezing frigid air.
'Are you awake?' Dexter's voice was hoarse.
'Unfortunately.' I mumbled back. 'Has anyone come back?'
'No.'
'Well...I suppose that's a plus.' I coughed loudly, and it hurt. 'Aww...do you know what the time is?'
'No.' Dexter said, then added sarcastically, 'My spidey senses aren't working today.'
'Don't make me hurt you.'
'We've got to get out of here.' Dexter sighed, and I felt him hang his head.
'Dad was here with me.' I said, and he looked up.
'What?'
'I found Dad in a bar.'
'What the Hell were you doing in a bar?!' Dexter cried.
'I was...looking for information.' I defended hotly.
'Oh sure.'
'I was! I found Dad, didn't I?'
'So where is he?'
'I don't know.' I admitted. 'He came in here, told me to wait outside.'
'I'm in awe of how well you follow instruction.' Dexter muttered sarcastically.
'I know right? Amazing.' I smiled to myself, but even that hurt. I yawned.
'Are you tired AGAIN?' He cried.
'Actually,' I yawned again. 'Yeah. It's weird.'
'And you're sure you're not sick.' Dexter said.
'I did lose a lot of blood.' I pointed out.
'Yeah, I guess.' I felt him shrug. 'So how're we getting out of here?'
'I'm kinda trying to focus on regaining the use of my hand at this point.'
'Oh.'
I saw someone crash into the door, but with the sunlight coming up behind them I couldn't see any distinguishing features. It was a girl, shorter than me- I knew that much.
'If you're here to torture me, you're a bit late.' I said sullenly.
'Bellatrix?' The girl leant heavily against the doorframe, and I saw the steady drip of blood from somewhere on her face.
'Who're you?' I asked suspiciously, fighting off another wav of exhaustion that threatened to pull me under.
Stepping closer, I could see her face, and saw it was Scarlett.
I sneered again. 'What the Hell do you want? Haven't you had enough yet?'
She looked up and shook her head, blood flying from her nose.
'No...no she's gone.' Scarlett choked out, stumbling forward.
'What?'
'That...the demon- it's gone.'
'How am I supposed to believe you?' I asked incredulously.
'I-I don't...'
'I believe her.' Dexter said behind me, struggling to see.
'What?' I screeched, and he winced. 'Why?'
'Because why would Gloria come back and set us free after all this?' Dexter asked.
'Because she has all the blood she needs, because she likes jerking us around, and because she's a bitch. Remind me again how you got into college?' I asked in annoyance.
'Well I still believe her.'
'And I think you're full of crap.'
'If I help you, can you get me out of here? Get me away from that...that creature?' She started sobbing slightly.
'Yeah.' Dexter said. 'Just untie us and we'll get out of here. But uh... untie me first.'
'Why you? I'm older!' I cried in annoyance.
'Trust me Scarlett. Untie me first.' Dexter said again in all seriousness.
Walking down the halls, we weren't really concentrating on finding dad and Scarlett's boyfriend- if he were actually real.
I tried moving my left hand, but it only made it bleed harder.
'Keep your hand above your head.' Scarlett muttered.
'What?'
'Well your chest, actually. It makes it harder for you to bleed out.' She said.
'Oh.' I did as I was told, and almost immediately my arm began to ache.
In less than an hour, we were by the last floor and I could just see the doors that led out. They weren't that far away, but my vision was going funny, fuzzy and in and out of focus.
Scarlett bolted for the door, and I stumbled against a wall before righting myself. Dexter slowed down till I was walking with him, and bent down slightly so he was at my level.
'Are you feeling OK?'
I nodded, concentrating on walking in a straight line.
'You've gone really pale and that's the eighth time you've ran into a wall.' He said.
'You really need to get control over that OCD.' I said weakly before the world went black.
