Black Panther

Escape! Wait, forgot something!

 After it was over, I got up, only to fall to the floor. Scar helped me up onto shaky legs, wrapped one of my arms around her neck and started walking me into the hallway.

"Wha... What were... th-they dong t-to... you..?" I asked my friend as she struggled to half carry, half drag me down the corridor.

"That retard got some of his lackeys to tie me up. What can I say, they were lackeys for a reason." she explained. We continued 'walking' until we came to a corner. Scar carefully checked each corner before taking me round. This continued until she was panting with the effort of carrying me.

"This is ridiculous..." she muttered gently lowering me to the floor. She dragged some nearby crates over to conceal my raggedy body. "I'll be back soon, I'm just gonna have a look for something to make this easier, maybe even an exit.

"N-no!" I yelled at the top of my voice which wasn't much in my condition. "We have to destroy this p-place." I explained, shakily standing up. Scarlett carefully pushed me back to the floor.

"Alright, I'll just find something to help you walk then." she promised, before running off to lord knows where. I sighed and stood up, using the wall for support. I pried open the crates around me, until I found a first-aid kit. I sat back down, and started sewing up my wounds. Eventually finished I wrapped a bandage around them and waited for Scar.

 I jumped awake, ignoring the pain in my stomach (we can heal quite well depending on the wound) as the whole corridor started to shake. Soon a low rumbling sound joined in with the shaking. I assumed fighting stance and prepared myself for whatever was to come...