Tainted Blood

Chapter 9

The sound of Spencer's heartbeat was loud and pounding as she clung to each word that left Sebastian's mouth. He told her that the night Jonathon was transferred, the wall went down; electricity, manpower and the very handy 2 mil watt fence. The guards were more concerned with keeping the Pit contained - which included mass shootings and barricades, then they were of the "felon" being transferred in the armoured van. He explained that they searched the surrounding area and the van but what they found had shown that a massacre had occurred. The drivers slaughtered, the lockup covered in blood and reeking of metal.

The lump in Spencer's throat grew, the group watched her with calculating eyes as she digested the information thrown at her. She knew she couldn't show the emotions she that were eating at her stomach; emotions are weakness and weakness is death. After all, she was just the tracker, she had no emotional connection to the target. Word had already spread through the Metropolis about the youngest Mercer and her affair with the traitor scum that was Jonathon Kova. The populace questioning the mental capability of her family and whter they were "fit" to rule Metropolis.

"What information have you gathered?" She says coldly. A smirk forms on Sebastian's face.

"We tracked them into the Morté, the deepest part of the pit where the troubles are kept so that others may live peacefully." He explained, "we are yet to gain access without causalities. That is where you come in, tracker."

"If you've already done all the work, what do you need me for?" She questioned, her eyebrow raising, "a life you can spare?"

"On the contrary, you see, in order to get into the Morté, you must gain the favour of the Master." Marina says smugly.

"The Master?" Spencer spat.

"Who do you think runs the pit," Elias chuckled, "us?! You see, we are the second tier of the hierarchy in this hole. And to get where we need to go, you need to get to the top."

"We?" Spencer questioned, her eyebrow raising into her hair as she looks at Elias, an amused smugness crossing his features.

"You didn't think we'd send you in there to fend for yourself, did you?" Sebastian chuckled darkly.

"You wouldn't last 5 minutes." Marina scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"People have a bad habit of underestimating me." Spencer remarked forcefully.

"Oh, she bites." Elias laughed, Marina scowled as she turned back to the table, sculling the remainder of the liquid in her cup. She wiped her mouth harshly before kicking Sebastian's chair.

"Oh, calm down love," he chuckles, "Elias, show Miss Trouble to where she will be staying"

Elias coughs on his drink as he swings his head to Sebastian gaping. Sebastian glares at him, Marina narrows her eyes on the mask clinging to Spencer's face. A bead of sweat slipping over her brow. Elias's shots the rest of the liquor in his glass before slamming it down and turning to Spencer, clearly displeased. His eye's role back as he pushed himself off the table and began walking down the mouldy hallway. His head turning back slightly to question whether she was coming. Spencer quickly picked herself up and walked towards him, both descending into the damp dark. The musk smell of the walls clung to her nostrils as she memorised her path, an escape route if she needed it.

Elias was silent as they walked. The only noise between them being the shallow sounds of Spencer's breath behind her mask. There was on final turn around the crumbling compound before they stopped at a door. The handle was gone, burn marks covered the sides and the faint smell of charcoal radiated off it. Behind the door, was a small, dark room with a single cot, a musty pillow and tatted blanket. In the corner was an oil lamp along with a wooden stool. Spencer stepped in, Elias turning on his heel and making his way down the hall.