Carmen
We have to do something.
We have to get out.
I can't keep sitting here, acting like I am a damsel in distress when I am clearly not. It's been days; we should be gone by now. We aren't waiting for a damn rescue squad. I am my own rescue squad.
It's insane. This is not where Ashton and I should be. Why did we ever decide to go that route to The Periculum, and not notice it was passing by MS13? No one gets by MS13; how could I be so clueless?
"Carmen, calm down." Ashton said quietly from the bed, while I paced around the room. I've been walking for hours, my hands clasped together so tightly behind my back that my knuckles were white.
I shook my head. "How can I calm down when three men are missing, possibly dead? How can I sit here when a pregnant wife and loving girlfriend cry as they wait for the love of their life to come home? It's like war, Ashton. You can't win a war, or a battle, by just sitting."
"Unless you are the launcher of a bomb."
"No time for dry humor, Ashton." I snapped at him, my eyes narrowed. "You can't win a war by just sitting, as I said. Just as you can't save someone from captivity by sitting, or solve a case by sitting on a bed."
Ashton sighed. "So, what are we going to do?"
"It's called a distraction. I have a plan, and you are the key."
"Why is it always me?" He whined. "I'm always in the worst part."
"Well, here in MS13, a girl walking around without a man is frowned upon. So here's what I'm thinking," I leaned over to him, whispering in his ear. "Find a member you don't know, and learn his name. Go find another member, an exceptionally violent one, and find his room. Take the girl and bring her out into the first member's room. Know his name in case someone asks. Cause as much chaos as humanly possible without getting caught. If the girl questions her, tell her that it's okay and she will be safe soon."
"But that's a lie," He said, questioningly.
"No," I smirked, leaning back. "I'm Carmen James, it's what I do. I do the unthinkable; the impossible."
Ashton shook his head and chuckled. "So when does this plan go into effect?"
I thought for a moment. "Now."
"NOW?" Ashton yelled, but covered his mouth, knowing he can't say things that loud. "Now?" he asked, a lot quieter.
I nodded. I whispered the last parts of the plan in his ear before nodding my head to the door. "Go."
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Quiet. That's all I heard for a long time.
Ashton had left me alone in the room, and it was locked to prevent anything. I was alone in the dark, as chaos broke out somewhere in this building.
But it was quiet in this room.
What if this doesn't work? My mind questioned over and over. I tried to shove away the thought, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't; I kept imagining the worst.
Ashton could be killed.
I could be killed.
The last link to Louis and my friend, Mia, could be killed.
We could all be killed.
The three men might never be found.
I sighed and shook my head, looking out the window, waiting for the plan to take effect. By now, Ashton would be heading to the room to pick up the bait, the bomb; the girl that would stir chaos in the men of the gang.
It was risky.
The door was knocked on, and I ran to it. I had been sitting in that dark corner for God knows how long, and I was ready to get out of here with Ashton. I opened the door, and my throat closed as I saw the person behind it.
The burly man.
The man was standing with an angry look on his face. He had two girl's arms in his hands, and his muscles bulged with anger. "Yer Katy, right?" He bellowed, and I nodded. "Get in." He shoved the girls in, and then looked at me. "Don't come out, or you'll be killed."
I nodded, trying to look afraid, and he slammed the door in my face. I turned around to the two women, about to walk toward them, when the door was pounded on again.
I opened the door, and there were two large men, each having two girls. They shoved all four in, looking angry. One looked me up and down.
"Yer a pretty one," He purred. "Whoever you belong two is one lucky guy. I might have to take you," He said, grasping my wrist in his large, sweaty, callused hand.
The other man swatted his hand away. "Not now."
I swallowed and the second man slammed the door. I heard something on the other side; chains, tying the doors together. I heard several clicks also; padlocks.
I swore under my breath and pounded on the door.
"SHUT UP!" A man yelled on the other side.
I sighed and closed my eyes, sliding my back down the door to a sitting position.
I heard whimpers, and I looked up.
The six girls were sitting around the room, each with scared looks on their faces. One girl in the corner, a brown-haired girl, was crying with her head in her hands. All the others were doing the same thing except two.
"What's going on?" I asked.
One girl with long, black hair who wasn't crying looked to me. "Whenever they have fights, they lock us together, seven to a room. They don't care about conspiracies during fights; this one is major. I passed by when being dragged here, and two guys were beating eachother. Everyone was yelling at eachother and cheering, and I don't know why they fight so much over a girl."
"A girl?" A girl with blonde hair, wiping her tears away with her palm said.
"Yeah," The black haired girl said. "One guy caught his girl in another guy's room. Girls are never caught roaming without a man; and she wasn't. I heard someone say that she was with one. But the owner of the girl was, well, extremely pissed. He started beating up the guy. Soon everyone was questioning the ownership of us women and the leader's authority, and soon getting onto the topic of other gangs on the drug turf. Soon, everyone was fighting over everything and all hell had broke loose."
The second tear-less girl spoke up, flipping her bright pink hair. "Men." She scoffed.
"What are we going to do?" One girl with dark brown hair wailed.
The other girls nodded and wailed with her, except for the black haired and pink haired girls. They started to give in, afraid of what would happen.
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to die!"
"They are going to kill us with them!"
"Who will help us?"
All the voices continued, until I remembered what I did have in this chaos.
Ashton's coat; with both our guns and a pocket knife.
I crawled over to it, fiddling with the knob. "Calm down!" I yelled.
"Listen," I sighed, standing up. "I'm going to tell you something, and you can't repeat it unless you are out of this hellhole." They nodded. A gigantic crash was heard outside. "I'm going to get you out."
"You can't," A blonde-haired girl piped up. "We're just women."
"We aren't just women. We can kick those men's asses if we wanted, you just refuse to. It's my job to kick ass. I suggest you trust me."
"Why?" The pink-haired girl said.
"Because I'm a cop, alright? CSI. Trust me, and get prepared to help."
The black-haired girl stood up first, and I opened the closet door. I took out the pocket knife out of the jacket's pocket inside, and cut into the door.
Five minutes later, I used my tired arms to pull a jagged piece of wood off, sawing it again in the middle, handing it to the black-haired and pink-haired girls, both ready.
"What are your names?" I asked.
"Jen," The pink-haired girl said.
"Ash, short for Ashley. Call me Ashley, you get your ass kicked. It's Ash." The black-haired girl said, and I nodded.
"Any one else care to join us?" I said. No one stood. "Alright. I'll leave the door locked to protect you, and use this for protection, and maybe to open the window." I tossed them the pocket knife.
I pulled on Ashton's jacket from the closet, a little upset that he didn't take it with him; it had his gun in it, after all.
I nodded to the girls, and I pulled open the door, only for it to be caught by a maze of chains and padlocks. I pulled my gun forward and shot the padlock, and the chains fell away and the door's struggle ceased.
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a/n
long, but not the best... I'm sorry, but the gang part will be over soon.
I hope you enjoyed; I tried to make it seem like it was leading up to something big, but idk...
-hope
