Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 31

A/N: I've had a relatively boring day. The weekend was great, though! I went to a dog show with my gorgeous poodle, went to a christening and to the cinema and a Bella Italia with my friends. All in two days. We watched the fault in our stars. I had told myself I wouldn't cry. Guess what? I saw the title and starting crying. For the entire thing...

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(Gemma's POV)

"Well... Should we then?" I asked in a low tone.

Sophie shook her head. "It won't work, now," she said. "Give it a few hours when we arrive wherever."

I nodded in agreement. "That's probably the best plan of action," I whispered.

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"We are here," Oliver's unwelcome voice drifted through our ears. "Don't try anything funny, or the other person will pay."

We glanced at each other. He was trying to use our hearts to get to us. As if.

We were unfeeling.

They took us out of the cage, holding our wrists tightly behind our backs.

We were cold.

They bundled us into a cold basement, then removed the blindfolds they had on us.

We were icy.

They warned us to not try to escape, or else, and left us with nothing.

We had stone hearts. We were invincible.

*******the next day************

"Your turn," Sophie whispered, shaking me awake. We had agreed that we would not sleep at the same time when possible, to minimise our risk.

I yawned and stretched. "Make sure I'm awake before you sleep," I groaned sleepily.

Sophie nodded and sat down on the bed.

We had been thrown into a cold, dark basement that had one door and no windows. There was an adjoining bathroom, with a dirty toilet and sink. No shower.

In the actual basement, it was made of stone and brick, very basic. There was one wooden, crickety bench, a chest of old, rotten draws, a clock out of our reach and one tiny bed.

Said tiny bed had a very thin mattress with uncomfortable springs that was full of holes. I sat up and shook my head clear of the sleep-haze I was in.

I stood up and Sophie lay down, falling asleep almost instantly. We were both exhausted, but didn't dare sleep at the same time.

I sat on the bench and watched the door. It was made of iron, or a strong metal, with no way of seeing through it.

Of course, it was also locked. Firmly.

I blew my breath out and glanced at the clock. Four hours.

That's how long we had agreed each watch shift should be, so we don't accidently fall asleep, but to get proper rest.

Half an hour gone.

I rubbed my legs to try and get the feeling back into them.

One hour.

I paced around slowly, contemplating our one escape option. It was likely to work, but very dangerous. Not to mention risky.

Two hours.

I quietly hummed an old lullaby my mom used to sing to me, but not so loud as to wake Sophie. Heaven knew we needed our rest.

Three hours.

I heard a slight shift from above our heads. Immediately, I was on my feet, super aware of every sound. But there was none. After a little while, I settled down again.

Three and a half hours.

I was sitting, my legs and arms going numb, when I heard the distinct sound of running water. Once again, I was on my feet, in a defensive pose. Then, it quieted.

Suspiciously, I sat down again.

Four hours.

I walked over to Sophie and shook her awake.

"You turn," I whispered. She rubbed her eyes and got up, leaving me to curl up underneath the thin rag of a blanket. Succumbing into my exhaustion, I fell into a deep sleep.

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Something shook me awake and I groaned, just to have my mouth covered by a hand.

My eyes snapped open, ready to attack, to see Sophie leaning over me.

She placed a finger over her mouth and beckoned me up. I noted that it was two hours into her 'shift', meaning that something was really wrong to get her to wake me early.

I heard shifting and low mutters coming from outside our door, seemingly on the staircase.

We stood in the middle of the room, so silent not even our breathing could be heard.

A booming knock.

The clatter and jangle of multiple keys.

I took Sophie's hand and we waited with baited breath.

The lock turned and the door was open.

Three men walked in. A gun was pulled out and we tensed.

They fired.

We lept instinctively to the side, to avoid the bullet successfully.

Maybe not so successfully.

We had been separated.

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(Sophie's POV)

"Times up, girlies," one man sneered.

"Not quite, b*tch," Gemma snarled.

"What?" Another man asked.

"I called him a b*tch. It's called an insult, which is meant to emotionally hurt the other, because they are so we-"

"Silence!" The first man roared. "You will pay for your rudeness."

Two men cornered Gemma, but she was smart enough not to back into a corner.

This left me versus the one man, the one that hadn't spoken.

He was very tall and muscular, covered in tattoos and bald with several piercings.

I stared him down but he stared right back at me.

I couldn't tell how Gemma was fairing, but I knew that, if I overpowered this man or merely evaded him, I had a chance of escape.

I hoped with all my will Gemma could get behind me, but I would leave without her.

Only because I could get support with knowledge of where she was, from a short distance away so I knew she was still there.

Gemma caught my eye. She had one cut on her cheek, but one of the men was nursing his arm in pain. She nodded.

I turned my attention back to the man infront of me.

Suddenly, Gemma screamed.

My cue.

As the man looked over, startled, I dived past him and sprinted for the stairs.

Almost tripping up them, I heard several footsteps chasing me.

I burst into a room. It was a large kitchen.

Now, I just had to find my escape.

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A/N: another chapter up, finally. I've just hit 400 reads, which is great.