"If we split up and look for it, it'll be easier to find," Harley says. I nodded.
"I'll go with you," I say. Harley nods, and looks around. "Tyler and Daisee. Sam and Justin," I instructed. They nodded, and walked off.
We started to walk, and I felt myself becoming tense. Whatever was about to go down, I needed to be prepared.
Harley stopped suddenly, and I did too. I looked around for something in case she attacked.
"Raylin, you're quiet. What's wrong?" She asked, turning my way. I shrugged.
"I'm nervous. We're trapped here, and probably will take a bit to get out," I lied. Actually, I didn't care how long it took to get out, I cared about the knife in her back pocket.
"Huh. Well, I assure you we'll get out," she says, smiling. I nodded, and forced a smile. She continued to walk, and I slowly followed.
"Why are you here this late?" I questioned, keeping my eyes glued on the handle of the knife. She took a moment to reply.
"They called me down here," she finally answered. "Me, Neil, Kylie..." she froze on the spot. She turned her head to look back at me, but stopped at her shoulder. "Daisee..."
"They never called Daisee here," I snapped. "Daisee's on my side."
"She's for them."
"She's on my side," I repeated, this time a bit more anger in my voice. She shook her head.
"No, Raylin. She's with them. You sent her off with Tyler, which will most likely have just gotten him killed."
"That's funny," I stated. She turned fully around.
"How so?" She challenged, a look of curiosity written all over her face.
"Daisee doesn't have a knife," I replied, crossing my arms. Her eyes widened, and a look of pure shock spread on her face. Seconds later, it was replaced by a smile.
"Oh, Raylin..." she mummerd, shaking her head. "I would have thought you were smarter then this!" She exclaimed. Her hand reached into her back pocket, and she pulled it out. The long blade shined under the small amount of light in the hallway. "Confront me alone? That's not smart. With a group you had a chance."
"What was the point?" I asked, my eyes scanning the pretty much dark room. "You were going to kill us all somehow, right?"
"Maybe. Or maybe not. You know I never wanted this, right?" She touched the sharp tip of her knife with the top of her index finger. "At first, when you first came, I begged them to not kill you. They didn't listen. I have an obligation to this place." She took a step closer, and I took one back. There was nothing to use.
"Even though you know this is beyond screwed up, right?"
"Right," she says. "But I think I might actually enjoy this," she giggled, taking a few strides over to my still figure.
I took off. I ran down that hallway, and screamed loudly. I screamed for Tyler and Daisee. I screamed for Justin. I screamed for Sam.
"Help!" I screamed again, my footsteps managing to slow down from running so long. Harley's laughter from behind me caused an eruption of terror to run through me.
"Raylin?" Someone yelled. A male voice. I screamed, and continued to run forward. Footsteps from in front of me came closer. I felt myself becoming relived.
Sam and Justin can't do anything.
I pushed myself forward, willing myself to get up to the person in front of me before Harley reached me.
I came face to face with a familiar face. I looked behind me to see Harley standing there with a smile. My eyes looked back at the person in front of me.
"Raylin-" the other voice reached me, and froze once they saw who was in front of me.
Sammi.
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Viễn tưởng{Cover by Ms_Horrendous} ~ "H-hello?" I called, grabbing at my chest. There were doctors in the hallway, but they weren't moving. They were all standing, like they were frozen in place. I dropped down to my knees, feeling extremely light headed. I w...
