Heathens

iv

I watched as Mikey headed to the door, "where are we, by the way?"

"Some old factory," he said, pulling me with him, "but we need to leave. Now."

"Why, what is it?"

He peeped through the door and shushed me, whispering, "we need to go the other way."

"But-"

He cut me off by covering my mouth with his hand. I almost argued but I realised his hand was still covered in blood, so I kept my mouth shut as he dragged me to the other corner of the room.

"Through there," he whispered, letting me go to lead me through another doorway.

We were in a corridor. A corridor that seemed to belong in a horror film with it's smashed lights hanging from the low ceiling. There were rooms on either side, the doors all either shut tight or hanging off; it looked like a prison.

"Mikey...?" i whispered, grabbing his arm.

He looked back at me and took my hand, intertwining our fingers, "it's okay, you're okay, babe."

I looked up at him a little unsure, "what is this place? It looks like the set of a horror film."

"It's an abandoned prison, but we need to get out of here ASAP," he said leading me through the corridor. I felt like we'd been walking forever, but he nodded when we finally reached our destination.

He pulled me into another huge room, and my eyes went straight to the cans of petrol that were sitting in the corner. "Do I wanna know...?"

"You're gonna find out either way," he shrugged, going to grab one. He covered the room in petrol and threw the can to the side. "Grab one," he said and grabbed the other.

Mikey grabbed my hand again as we went back through the creepy corridor. He poured the petrol out of his can as we walked through, "i feel like we're walking in a circle," i frowned as i realised.

"We are, this corridor goes around, like, a courtyard kinda thing," he told me.

He left the can in the corridor as we got back to the first room, checking the other door again, "that's the courtyard, and that's another guy who wants me dead," he said pointing to a figure outside.

He put his finger over his lips as he shut the door again quietly, pointing at the petrol in my hands and then at the floor.

I decided it best not to argue, and I threw it all out over the floor, making sure it was covered, and looking at Mikey when it was empty. He took it off me and kept hold of it, opening the door slowly. I saw the guy out there and he pulled me back behind the door, "okay, I'm gonna chuck this, he's gonna come in here and we're gonna fucking run for it, okay?"

"Are you joking, Mikey?" i frowned, but he wasn't. He threw the empty petrol can and I watched as it landed on the far end of the room, echoing as it bounced a little.

I heard running footsteps, and Mikey grabbed my hand as they got closer. He pushed me out of the room, pulling a lighter out of his pocket. "Fowler!" he shouted, and the guy turned around as Mikey smashed the lighter on the floor, the spark setting the petrol alight.

He sprinted out to me, quickly locking the door. We just made it out of the courtyard before before the whole building caught fire. We ran.

"Who the hell was that?" i questioned as he pulled me to his car and we sat inside.

"Apparently we weren't alone in that forest," he said, "he saw what happened and followed me out there."

"He saw me?" my eyes widened.

"Yeah, he tried to- uh... he tried to get you, he wanted to kill you," he said slowly,  "i wouldn't let him near you so he tried to kill me.."

"What if there was someone else fucking watching?!" i frown, "you're gonna get caught!"

He scoffed, "trust me, I'm not."

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Sorry Andy