The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 14 - rescue

My eyes widened as the footsteps and shouts were nearing by the second. Was I going to face my saviour? Please just make sure no one gets hurt and everything turns out fine, no slain, just survivors with a story to pass on. Please catch that barmy prat of a criminal and make him pay. Otherwise he wouldn't understand what he forced upon others.

I started repeating prayers in my head, out of the miniature of faith I still held. Perhaps God would receive my invocation and help me out. Was worth a try.

The strips jerked up and released themselves in an abrupt manner, causing me to jolt lightly. I thrusted my hands in front of my face like some wanker. in order to check if my mind was playing tricks on me. It wasn't, I had indeed been set free.

I was drown too deep in my own wave of astonishment to notice that the machine had stopped its bloody duty. A relieving smile etched its way to my face as I realised I had made it. Wasn't I supposed to die though?

"Am I in heaven?" I wondered aloud. Although the loud thumps were still heard. Seemed like the police were determined to break in. Dust and ash were falling out of the wall as the police were fracturing their way in, having already made a rather large crack between the iron doorframe and the actual wall.

"More like hell." I jumped out of my skin as the raspy voice was heard, closer than I could ever expect. Although what frightened me most was the fact that he didn't seem even a tiny bit apprehensive about the police's whereabouts. The only emotion I could point out was satisfaction.

All of a sudden the door shattered to pieces and four policemen galloped in, torches held tight in one hand and loaded guns in the other, ready to react whenever needed.

"Scan over the place, look for survivors, hurry up!" A male's voice gushed and they all obeyed and started observing and lighting up the nasty room. I was surprised that the honoured educator hadn't let his presence known yet.

The people on the carousel started screaming and crying for the officers to help them out of the trap. My hunches were telling me it was far from over. I was about to go out of my way and join the orchestra when a large hand slumped over my mouth, easing my action.

"Gor Blimey look up here, they're all alive!" Another officer cheered, though you could smell the fear in his voice from one kilometre away. They felt it too.

They all rushed towards the ride and started fuzzing with the locks and chains, even a few bullets were fired in attempt, no success though.

"Shit, it's all locked up!"

Trepidation launched through my body as I was suddenly lifted to a hard chest, strong arms preventing me from falling off. My gashes were stinging like bitches even though it was blatant the stranger had endeavoured to be as careful as possible. I gripped his t-shirt tightly in fear and hoped he'd take me away, just out of this cruel world. Finally I was under the watching and caring eye of the police.

"May I help you, saints?" I shivered at the raspy voice and the way he emphasised 'saints'. Only then did I realise the chest I was attached to was the one to vibrate. Shoot.

Their heads snapped in our direction as I tried to struggle out of his grip. He let out a small groan and sank his hand under my waist to keep me in place.

"Let the girl down and raise your hands, now." One of them spoke with authority. I could tell it didn't come out as stern as he'd expected though.

"Loads of self confidence, I see. I'd love to run one test on you before you, my lovely guests leave."

They all looked at him like he was speaking a different language until one decided to recover, inhaling loudly beforehand.

"We're gonna pass on that one. Now, let go of the girl and hands behind your head, now!" He shouted and the so known Educator flinched under me.