His Indulgence || Book Two

Tricks

Santiago and Ravena hastily panicked in their seats just after Scarlett threatened all of us.

Ravena was the first to unbuckle her seatbelt, and reach for the handle, until Santiago stopped her.

"Both of you stay in the car," He stated authoritatively as he stashed a pistol in his pocket. Just before Ravena started to argue, he cut her off, "Need I remind you— you're on babysitting duty." Santiago gestured toward me.

Ravena sighed, "You're right. Good luck."

He nodded slightly and flashed her a tiny smile before he took off into the shack.

"What a sucker." Ravena snickered, as she leaned over her seat, gearing herself up with a knife Santiago left in his satchel.

"You're going too?"

She smirked, "Well, of course I am. There's no way I'm going to miss the action, besides Santiago could use a helping hand, we don't know what else she's capable of."

I grew worried, being alone in the car— stranded in the middle of no where at night— seemed like a very frightening situation.

"Don't fret— you're coming with me." She jumped out the car.

All of a sudden, being alone in the car didn't seem too bad, compared to this option.

After a few seconds of thought, I realized I had no other better alternatives. "Um," I stepped out the car and hesitantly followed her, struggling to gather words, "Are you sure about this?"

Ravena smirked back at me, and began to move towards the shack. Something in her smile told me she enjoyed the thrill of danger, and bringing me along excited her.

As we gotten closer to the small structure, I noticed that beside it there had been an old truck parked. The condition was ragged, but it still looked drivable.

There was no denying it— I was scared out of my mind right now, but I had to put all that aside because we needed to find Eric before Scarlett hurts him. This was the moment that I've been training for, and there was no way I was leaving without a fight.

I took in a deep breath before we stepped inside the shack, entering from the back door. From here, it had been a living room, adjacent to a hallway and the kitchen.

The wooden panels creaked every step, I wouldn't be too surprised if we fell right through one.

Each small room had been poorly lit, having bulbs that flickered constantly, ready to burn out any second. The kitchen was grimy and putrid, mold and mildew collected on each of the crevasses. The shack seemed as if it belonged in a horror film.

"This way," Ravena whispered to me as she lead us down the hallway. I felt my adrenaline levels peak as we passed a few open doors. Fortunately, each room was empty.

As we passed the second to last door with caution, my heart nearly jumped out my throat when a figure stepped in front of us from inside the room.

Ravena and I gasped, leaping back. Instinctively, she rose her fists in a defensive stance, nearly punching the figure in the head until she stopped herself.

"Jesus!" It was Santiago, and he lowered the gun from our heads when he realized it was us, "I told you guys to stay in the car!" He hissed at us silently.

"You should've known better. I break rules, not follow them." Ravena retorted, dropping her hands beside her.

Just after she wittily answered, the noise of a thump came from the last door, and unlike the others— this door was closed. All three of us quickly muted ourselves, and watched the door with caution.