The First Wielder

Chapter ten: Oh, He's Not

TEN

If she were being honest, acting like a hero for even two hours is something Abigail can't do. Being reckless and letting herself do whatever her mind told her to do was something of her style. Wreaking havoc and creating a diversion were the two things she knows she's capable of doing. And she was lucky that two hours is enough to do that.

However, she forgot to take into account how long it took to arrive at the factory.

Abigail ran and ran, turning left and right around the corners of the streets while making abrupt short cuts if ever she's given the chance.

Her head racked every possible route to the West Side Alcohol Company, a factory that was supposed to be closed for today.

She thought about apologizing to the Hargreeves siblings after all these, but she won't promise anything.

Abigail hoped Five was alright.

"What are you talking about?" She scolded herself and shook her head from all those thoughts.

Like every scenario where the bad guy announces his whereabouts, she arrived finding all the entrances to the factory was heavily guarded with mercenaries. Abigail caught her breath as she hid atop the building closest to the factory.

She could see the layout of the factory from the back, noticing more guards were on the lookout than those at the front. Abigail groaned in frustration but blinked when she noticed a particular spot with the least number of guards. She crept behind one of the mercenaries and muffled her towel at him before slitting his throat. She placed the victim down slowly before moving on to the next one until the coast was clear.

Abigail entered through a fire exit at the back of the factory, feet producing no sound as she ran inside. She sneaked into the area and followed the unsuspecting guards after hearing their conversation about their hostage.

"Why are we so pumped up over a brat? Like that could help us," one complained.

"Our targets a young woman so it's basic knowledge for her to go crazy over a guy her age. You know, hormones and all," another replied.

And yes, their target did go crazy, stabbing them multiple times when they made a turn.

Abigail clicked her tongue when she stared at the corpses of the two guards who managed to flip her switch. The girl looked up and saw a metal door at the end of the hallway. She crept closer and heard the sound of loud thumping along with metal squeaking, causing her to cringe. She carefully opened the door and slipped inside towards a nearby pillar. The girl took a peek and witnessed a clear view of what was happening from the side.

A three-way metal catwalk was not far away from her, below it was tanks of what she assumes were filled with alcohol. There were two air conditioner-like machines on both sides. She could see traces of blue at the center of those machines so she moved.

She found Number Five bound to a chair, quiet and unmoving while taking hits from a large man she had never seen before in blue spandex.

The boy was bruised all over the place, his clothes a mess and about to be torn in some parts. His lip was busted and there were bleeding wounds on his exposed limbs. He continued taking numerous blows in the abdomen and the head. But she was sure there wasn't any cracked bone.