ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

Orange Dominos

[Y/N's P.O.V]

Shit", I mumbled, finding a random pole, holding it out for Newt.

Pulling him towards me, I ripped the ropes off, Thomas helping us now that he was also free.

"Your life is in your own hands", Ratman continued, "make your choice wisely".

Now that everyone was unfastened, we began to run towards the exit. Halting, Baldie skidded in front of us, gun pointed high.

"Look, we don't want to cause any trouble", Thomas held his arms up, "we've gotta get out of here"

"Is that so", he replied, putting a walkie-talkie up to his mouth, "Janson, I've got them here I'm, gonna bring them down. Don't shoot us".

"I don't think so", I seethed.

Swinging my leg up high, I spin-kicked the weapon from his fingers, sending it flying across the floor. Throwing my arm up, he grabbed my fist, squeezing so hard I thought he'd break a bone. Twisting me around, he compressed his other arm against my throat, restricting oxygen. A shot rang out, all grip falling loose he clattered to the floor. Spinning on my feet, I saw Brenda, weapon smoking.

"Thanks", I nodded at her.

"Don't think 'bout it", she replied with a half-smile, "now, come on, we gotta go".

Without thinking twice, we began running, following the girl. Teresa hung back, picking something up from the ground. Raising my brow, suspicion filled me when she caught up, shoving a black object into her pocket. She gave me a quick glance, every muscle in my body trying not to stop and ask her what she had. Dashing up some stairs, a song blasted from the speakers, confusion riddling me.

Brenda had brought us to the highest tier of the warehouse, Jorge joining us and sliding a rusty door open. Reaching out in the inky night, a zip wire lay, him breaking a makeshift hold from its position.

"You've got to be kidding me", Frypan tilted his head in disbelief.

"You kids wanna get to The Right Arm, don't you?", Jorge asked, "I'll take you to them, just make sure you hold on".

Bouncing onto the fabric, he whizzed down the wire as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Brenda dragged the next hold down, Minho taking his chances and accompanying the man. Like clockwork, one person after the other escaped. Allison was on her go, my brain flashing back to my bow, I couldn't leave it here. Sprinting off, I heard my sister call my name out yet I chose to ignore her.

Searching around crazily, I turned the place upside down in search of my belongings. I checked the most obvious places, ripping items from their homes.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?", Thomas scolded, "we've gotta go!".

"Thomas, I'm right behind you, go!", I replied, still searching.

Tipping a box to the floor, its contents spilt out, my arrow bag and bow gliding to my feet. Snatching them up, I threw my bag over my shoulders, along with my weapon.

The boy grabbed my arms, making me face him, "I'm not leaving without you".

Swallowing thickly, I nodded, the close proximity between us sending the tension soaring. Pings sounded from our left, wicked guards shooting at us, making us duck down. Taking my hand, we ran out of the room, gunshots chasing after us.

Skipping down the steps, I missed a few through our urgent flee, staying on the bottom step, stuck. Our only place to go being the foundation of the building. Coming from all directions, the guards charged their firearm. Cursing, I manoeuvred myself onto the metal structure, keeping my balance steady. Thomas rocked side to side as he tagged along, a wicked member hot on his heels.

The song that was playing came to an end, a series of small explosions following after one another. Plunging myself onto a platform, I watched in panic as the foundations began crashing down like orange dominos, flames roaring upwards. Throwing my hand out to Thomas, he caught it just as the metal behind him collapsed, his grip tight on mine. Hoisting him up, we observed our step, the floor splintering and tilting, breaking apart.

An open elevator lay before us, the ground caving in as we both grabbed onto a wire. Twirling down it, my bare skin blistered from the friction. Feet tingling from the impact of the concrete, the ruble started cascading down the opening, Thomas taking me by the waist and throwing us out of the way. Slamming down, we were rushed into a void of darkness.

Coughing and spluttering from the dust, Thomas clicked a flashlight on, instantly illuminating the rubble that trapped us. Unzipping his rucksack, he threw me a torch, the white light scanning over the area. Old blankets and storage boxes were littered about, food wrappers here and there. The walls were covered in graffiti, names etched into the stone.

"What is this place?", Thomas asked, slinging his bag onto his shoulders.

"I think its some kind of basement", I answered as he stood up, holding his hand out for me.

Taking it, I got to my feet, feeling a little stiff from the fall. Waving the beam around, I crossed a wooden crate hiding a large drain cover. Walking over to it, I threw the wood away, Thomas hopping to doge it and nearly falling over. Smiling to myself, I shone the light through it, seeing nothing but grey walls. Wrapping my fingers around the metal grate, using most of my strength, I forced it off. Crouching down next to me, Thomas gave me a wary look. Wails and screams bounced about, my skin crawling from the noises.

"That doesn't sound very good", he commented, furrowing his brows.

"I know", I replied, "let's go".