Malevolent || h.s

Chapter 17.

I look around seeing the dirty rusted metal floor and the dented grey metal walls that held the van together. I noticed only two men that sat upfront, I only then realized we were following a black Mercedes that appeared to carry the other men in it.

The metal floor was cold against my legs even with jeans on and there was no form of heat to keep us warm back here. But at the moment it wasn't my biggest concern.

I noticed that we appeared to be driving away from the city and back to the main road that's surrounded by a thick green forest. The road we were on was a two way with no shoulder and tall pine trees that were covered with layers of snow. I had no clue where we were or where we were going, but I need to take this time to come up with a plan to escape.

I look over at Harry who appears to be silently suffering in pain. His head is leaned back against the metal wall and his eyes are shut. I quickly look around looking for any type of weapon or way out. But with no luck I find nothing that could possibly help us escape.

My eyes catch a glimpse of something that could, maybe possibly help us. I notice a piece of the rusted metal floor sticking up. It was quite dangerous because anyone could easily slice themselves on it. But what if I could break it off and use it to cut Harry loose, and use it as a weapon? I know these men have guns and it would be no match, but what if I somehow convince them to pull over and I try to use it to stab them and we run away? I know it sounds insane and quite frankly impossible, but what if it actually works?

Sucking in a sharp breath I decide to go with the plan and hope it works. I quietly try to kick the metal loose. Trying to bend it back and forth until the rusted metal breaks. After about  ten minutes of quietly kicking and bending it. It finally brakes off, it wasn't big but it was sharp enough to wound someone severely.

I grab the rusted metal piece, making sure the men haven't noticed my movement and I crawl over to Harry being sure not to slice my hand. I quietly whisper in his ear.

"Harry listen to me I'm going to get us out of here ok? I need you to trust me I know your in a lot of pain but I got a plan and I need you to go along with it ok? Can you do that?" I grab his hands and start to create friction with the metal piece and cut him loose. By now he seems to be fully conscious and seems worried and slightly angry.

"Listen I'm going to try to get them to pull over and pretend that I have to use the restroom and annoy them into they pull over, then once they do I have this here that we can try and use to protect ourselves. I know it sounds dumb Harry, but it might be our only chance." I whisper to him.

"What the fuck do you mean you have a plan, your going to get yourself killed if you try anything Arya. Listen when we stop I'm going to try to fight them off and I want you to run away, I want you to keep going and don't look back no matter what happens do you understand?" He whispers back, his voice deep and demanding. I couldn't understand how he had been shot but now he acts as if the pain is nothing, as soon as I tell him I've got a plan for us to escape.

"No Harry listen to me! I think this will really work and if it fails then you can try to fight them off. But for now we are doing what I say. I might not be a trained killer like you but I'm smart enough to come up with a plan that could possibly save our lives." I whisper yell at him.

"Fuck Arya I swear to God if you get yourself killed I - ." I cut him off by saying.

"I won't I promise, trust me." I have no clue where this confidence is coming from, but I truly in my heart believe that this plan could actually work.

After twenty minutes of complaining like a child to the men up front that I have to pee. They finally decide to pull over at a old run down gas station in the middle of nowhere.