Overdose

26. The Executioner

"I can not believe they got away!" Caesar exclaimed, kicking the desk.

We were sitting in Xander's office the day after they had escaped, waiting for him. He had called Caesar and told us to wait in his office. I don't know where he had went, but he said he apparently had something to take care of.

"Calm down. I'm sure Xander will find them and bring them back here before they can tell anyone what happened." Of course, this is the opposite of what I wanted to happen. I had hoped that they got away and exposed everything.

We had to clean up the entrance hall. I had to put the bodies in bags and bring them to the doctors, who did whatever they do when someone dies there. There was a lot of blood on the floor, and I felt guilty as I cleaned it. I had to lie to Xander, pretending that I had no idea what they were planning on doing.

"Where the hell did all this water come from?" Caesar had yelled. Someone doesn't like being on cleaning duty.

Xander cleaned up the body downstairs after he brought Heath and Marina down there. He didn't make me help him, as he told me I didn't want to go down into Containment. I protested, telling him that I'd be able to handle it, but he was adamant that I didn't go into Containment.

"Oh he better. And if he doesn't, it's your ass on the line." He glared at me, sitting on Xander's desk. Xander had asked him many times not to sit on it, but Caesar thought it made him look dominating.

"Why me?"

"Because you're supposed to know when the prisoners are planning on something!"

Well, I did know, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"I didn't hear them talking about this." I assured him. " And if I did, I would have told you and Xander."

"God, I can't believe Xander really thought he could trust a child. If I was running this place, I'd rule with an iron fist."

We heard the sound of a car driving into a parking lot. I looked out of the window to see a white car pulling in. Besides an emergency van, his was the only one in the parking lot. Xander got out of it, holding something in his hand.

Caesar banged his hand on the desk. "I don't believe you!"

"Caesar. What did I tell you about banging on my desk like that?" Xander shut the door behind him and locked it. "We don't need anyone bursting in here like yesterday."

"Xander, you're back! Did you find them?" Caesar asked, hopping off the desk. "Here, let me take your coat-"

"Get your hands off of me." Xander harshly yanked his coat back from Caesar and sat in his chair. He casually threw the object in his hand onto the desk. It was a gun, a sleek model that reminded me of one they would use on movies like the James Bond series. He picked up the skull and started tossing it back and forth. "So, Executioner, have any idea of where your friends might be?"

"They weren't my friends."

"Really? You talked to them a lot."

"I just wanted to keep a good relationship with them so they'd feel comfortable telling me things. I guess our relationship wasn't that good." I was lying through my teeth, but Xander seemed to believe it. Lying about my relationship with them hurt, but I had to. I was still in The Facility, and I had to do what I had been doing for three years. Saying and doing whatever I needed to survive.

"What happened at the door?" Caesar sat on Xander's desk, towering over me. "You had them, you were right there!"

"Didn't Xander tell you not to sit on his desk multiple times?" I smiled at him, a cold smile that told him 'You're not scaring me.'