A Hectic House

The Escape

After two more days of Die hurting Chase and Schneep healing him the trick shooter was beginning to get worn down and irritated. He hated how the demon could simply throw him about like a rag doll and use him like a punching bag.

So on the third day, around noon after they had been fed stale bread and a single glass of water Die came in and nodded to the other demons, the group leaving immediately and closed the door.

"I've decided to test your strength today," Die cracked his knuckles as the walls slid down around Chase and he began walking backwards but stopped himself when he saw a rench in the corner of his eyes.

Die popped up in front of him and grabbed Chase's face, the trick shooter grit his teeth and snatched the rench, hitting Die over the head and he stumbled away, releasing Chase. The trick shooter raised the rench again and knocked the demon to the floor, unconscious.

The others gaped as he jogged over to the control panel and inspected the buttons before pushing a few and all the tanks slid into the floor. The egos raced over and Jameson hugged Chase. The others gave him a hug, even Anti, who was stumbling slightly from blood loss.

"Anti do you require any medical attention?" Schneep asked, he had a forming black eye from the previous day when he snapped and looked around the group, similar marks decorated all their faces and arms, Chase looking the worst.

"Yeah but not here," the glitch responded. "We'll have to glitch somewhere near by and hide out for a while and contact Dark."

Or Wilford, Jameson signed.

"Not the pastel hitman," Anti growled. "You might like him but every time he sees me he pulls a gun."

"Zat is because you hold ze knife to his throat," Schneep rolled his eyes and grabbed the first aid kit that had been set out for Chase.

"Can we argue later?" Bim hissed as Die began to stir.

They all linked somehow, Jackie gripping Marvin and Chase's hands and Reporter Jim hesitantly held Robbie's shoulder. Just as Anti took a breath and glitched away the warehouse door slammed open and a gunshot was fired.

The group stumbled as Anti's legs gave out and he fell onto the floor. Chase clutched his side and fell onto his knees, blood leaking through his fingers.

"I must restitch Anti's neck," Schneep glanced at his first aid kit before kneeling down and tearing Chase's shirt, exposing the bullet wound on his thin stomach. "Marvin, do you have enough strength to remove ze bullet vith your magic?"

The magician nodded and sniffed, the worst of his sickness seemed to have passed and he crouched down. Marvin raised his hands above the wound and his eyes glowed green, muttering words under his breath. Strings of green magic lifted the bullet out and healed over the skin, a small white cross appearing as a scar.

"I think we should get some food and a burner phone," Bim stated as he peeked out onto the busy street. "Where even are we?"

"South Park," Anti coughed.

"How are ve supposed to get zese zings ven ve have no money?" Schneep frowned and undid Anti's bandages, and undid the stitches, opening the first aid kit.

"Knick 'em o' course," Shawn leaned against th building walls.

The German opened his mouth before closing it and focusing on his stitching, nodding his head. "Who vill go?"

"I will," Chase said and moved his hoodie, covering the rip in his shirt.

Jackie stepped forward. "I'll go with you."

Marvin shook his head. "Anti is too weak to protect us so you need to stay here and watch out for Die, I'll go with Chase and we'll be quick."

"Ok," the hero nodded but still remained near Chase.

"I'll come too," King stepped forward.

So the three left the alleyway and came across two shops, King went into one and Marvin went with him, telling Chase to be careful.

The trick shooter nodded and went into the shop in front of him, his eyes settled on a group of teenagers browsing the games and he flashed a smile at the man at the front counter who returned the smile. Chase browsed the shelves and hid a few bags crisps, cans of juice and a packet of chocolates.

Chase grabbed a burner phone and walked up to the counter, placing the package down and faked looking in his jean pockets and fake sighed when he obviously found no money.

"I must've forgotten my money," Chase groaned and picked up the phone again, accidentally catching the attention of the teens. "I'll put these back."

"No need," the man smiled weirdly. "You can have them."

"Oh, thank you!" Chase forced a happy grin and bubbly voice, the smile hurting his bruised lips.

"Why don't you give us free things?" A fat brown haired boy in a red jacket and blue and yellow beanie cried.

The man shot the teen a look and Chase coughed awkwardly, waving at the worker before skipping down the street and heading back to the alley, hoping things had gone as well for Marvin and King.

Footsteps followed behind him, he stopped and turned and saw some teens from the group in the shop. Chase swallowed and waited uncomfortably as they caught up. It was the fat boy, and three more boys, one had black hair, a brown jacket and a dark blue and red beanie. There was a ginger boy in an orange jacket and a green hat beside the final boy who wore an orange parka and golden blonde hair, the furry hood pulled up.

"What's your name?" The fat boy asked.

"Why do you care?" Chase responded automatically, looking around nervously.

"Because you're hot, now tell me your name woman," the boy growled.

Chase frowned and locked eyes with the fat boy. "I'm busy, I probably won't see you later."

"Where did you get those cuts and bruises?" The black haired boy blurted out.

"She got them from me."