Silver Knives and Blackened Petals (Hiatus)

Chapter 12: My Patients Runs Dry

Charles
    Charles had been snoring, he had been waiting for so long he had fell asleep onto the couch. He woke up groggily, he took in his surroundings. The beings were all asleep. He stood up and looked around the room. He got worried, not finding his parents or Katt. He went to the door; A cockatiel stood in his way. "Please move" Charles asked weakly. The yellow bird shook his head.
    "I can't let you go" He tweeted.
    "Why not?" Charles asked. He was started to get frustrated.
    "Because Katt said so, and it'll be too dangerous for you. You have little training or provisions to go get your parents" He chirped. He stood about Charles height, maybe a head taller.
    "Training?..." Charles tilted his head.
    "I said too much..." he chirped.
    "You've went this far to mention it! Now you're going to tell me!" Charles growled with agitation. The bird sighed and looked to the sides and bent down to Charles ear.
    "We're going to overrun this facility and take out the overseer." He chirped in his ear softly. "Which means you'll be trained by your parents. We're just waiting for Katt to get them out" He said softly and stood back up.
    "Why didn't more of us go?" Charles said a little confused.
    "Try getting a group that certainly isn't quite to walk down the halls without being caught." He tweeted softly. Charles sighed and walked back. He wasn't going to to be able to convince the bird to let him past and get his parents. He'd have to find another way.

Katt
    Katt crawled through the dusty ducts. She stopped every few minutes, watching the guards walk past her, then continued the dirty crawl to Toriel and Bill.
    She had looked on one of the security monitors that had been watching the new cells of them both hanging by their wrists. She known this wouldn't be easy. She had to take the cameras out before she could get them out. She remembered the angle of the cameras. There was four. One in each corner. She made her way through the ducts. She peered down, seeing two guards walk by them. It was the German Shepherd and the Doberman. They go through the second iron doors again. Her pink nose twitched. The air-conditioner had turned on and blew dust into her nose.
"ACK! CHOoo!" she sneezed. Toriel was about to look up. "Don't look up. There is cameras!..." She hissed. Toriel kept her head down. She listened to Katt's movements. Each camera being configured and set into loop. Katt looked around the area. She climbed back in. "How many seconds until they make their next trip?" Katt asked Toriel.
    "Eighty seconds per trip." Toriel said. "Five seconds remaining" Katt quickly hid back in the vent, waiting. Within the remaining seconds came the door sliding open. The two guards walking past Toriel. They seemed very oblivious to the situation that slowly unraveled. They past through the second set of doors.
    "Is Bill awake?" As soon as Katt asked that. Bill slowly looked up.
    "My head... What the hell happened?" Bill said groggily.
    "Act like you're asleep" Toriel smiled softly.
    "Why?" Bill muttered.
    "Guards pass through every eighty seconds. We got fifty more" Toriel told him. Informing him what was happening.
    Katt scanned the area. Looking for a spot to hide in case the Guards got there. While Toriel was telling Bill what was going on. Katt waited for them to pass again, just for a bit more extra time. They passed once again.

Charles

    He waited for the cockatiel to fall asleep. He took the chance and got out of the place. He looked around, collecting his bearings. He grabbed an old rusty pipe, he swung it for a good measure and ran toward the Laboratory. He tried to mimic Katt and how she walked to be silent as possible. The only noise that he made was the gritting noise of wet asphalt. He stared up the Laboratory. He headed for a garbage can and hefted himself onto it, climbing the rest of the way onto the roof that he had jumped off several hours ago. He went slow through the vents. His custom made jaguar shoes kept slipping on metal vents due to the wet ground. He face planted again into the cold metal. He had gotten back up on fours and kept crawling; determined to get his 'parents'.