Killer One ✓

Chapter 07

Travis.

I wanted to follow Lacey down the hallway but I was forced to turn. I kept my eyes on her until she disappeared from view. She didn't look back. I wasn't sure where we were going but I didn't bother to ask. I was busy trying to remember all of the directions and turns we took. I could remember the directions from the first time I was taken but they were vague and would've been pointless on the map drawn on the wall. Plus, they already had the way to the room I was being held in mapped out. Based on the walk, this seemed further than that.

I was taken through door after door and eventually, one we exited took us to a large room that was almost like a garage. It was where the cop cars would come in when they had criminals, so they could remove the person from the car in a private place where they couldn't escape.

My friends wanted to know the way to an exit door and Vik just made that entirely too easy. I pictured the path I took to get here again and again in my head, trying to burn it to my memory. I could feel the drugs in my veins, starting to lessen the withdrawal. I didn't know what they'd given me so I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was I didn't want to get so distracted by the effects of the drugs that I was useless when and if I was returned to my friends.

Vik kicked the backs of my knees, and I stumbled to the ground. He forced me to look at the ground, hand tightening around the back of my neck as they tied my arms behind my back and I felt the metal cuffs along my ankles. I was pulled up by Vik and another man, the two of them keeping me on my feet when I couldn't walk properly from the cuffs.

They led me over to a white van and pushed me inside. My upper half was down against the seat and when I went to sit up correctly, I was shoved back down. We started driving but I couldn't tell where we were going and before I knew it, I was passed out.

I woke up when someone was slapping my cheek and was greeted with the wonderful sight of Vik. I counted to five and nothing weird happened. No one turned into anyone else and there was no Lacey dying so I must have been awake. I sat up and looked out the window. We were on a cliff, overgrown with weeds. There was nothing around us.

My mind was still hazy but I wasn't stupid enough to think Vik took me out to the middle of nowhere without a reason. People came out to places like this to either screw around or to kill someone. I thought they needed me. Was I wrong? Did I do something wrong? I hadn't even spoken to Vik since I told him I would help out. There was no time to screw it up.

"Out," he said.

Excluding Vik, there were four other of Lucky's men already out of the car behind him. The only one still in the van with me was the driver.

I slid as slowly as I could out of the van, ignoring the look Vik gave me. He eventually got too impatient and dragged me the rest of the way out. They uncuffed my hands but kept my feet locked up.

"Let's go," Vik barked, walking to the edge of the cliff.

"Let's go," I mocked. "Ever heard of asking?"

I scrunched up my face. Lacey was wearing off on me.

His icy stare was on me but I didn't care. There was no one around that I cared about him hurting. It was just me and if they had taken me out this far to kill me, then there really wasn't anything I could do to stop that right now. I wasn't going to die biting my tongue.

Someone held something out to me and it looked like a breath mint strip but it tasted like crap. If they didn't kill me right here, the different drugs they were pumping me with was sure to do it. The effects of it hit me fast but it wasn't too strong. Just enough to make things a little heavier than normal in my head.