The Beginning of the End

Chapter 20

A/N
(Warning: extreme gore! and! horror!)

Blood trickled on to the floor, displaying splashes of crimson against grass and wood.

Nishinoya was wiggling his wrists from the barbed restrains, trying to reach a shard of glass that lay below his chair.

Hinata's legs twitched in anticipation, he felt restless and jittery, he couldn't wait to finally break free from this hellish room.

The five boys had devised a plan to escape.
First a weapon would be needed, a precaution in case their abscond was disrupted. Nishinoya volunteered, as broken glass littered the floor beneath him and Kunimi, he didn't want his junior to suffer any further. After the shard is retrieved, the boys would wait five minutes in their chairs, the time they deemed sufficient enough if the men were to return. They couldn't allow themselves to be caught escaping, their route would be discovered, preventing any future possibilities of leaving if they were unable to succeed today.

If five minutes passed without any interruptions, Hinata and Noya, being the smallest, would crawl out the wall's crevice. They'd orchestrate a commotion at the building's entrance, a distraction, so that Akaashi, Kunimi, and Kai could free the others. If there were to be resistance, they'd be able to use power in numbers, as the other boys would be with them.

Hinata's heart pounded as Noya's fingers curled around an attenuated, serrated shard.

Hinata knew that the plan wasn't fool proof, they had no deterrent against the guns and their friends could already be.. dead. And if they were to escape, there was no guarantee that the strangers wouldn't hunt them down.

The five boys were also still in agony, though they didn't admit it aloud. Their wounds ached and jolts of pain would shock them momentarily, making their minds foggy and their heads spin. Hinata had to forego a tremendous amount of willpower to not yell out from the excruciating pangs.

He felt as helpless as he did when he was being stabbed in the chair. But this was the best chance they had, to escape and help their friends, undetected.

Nishinoya obtained the glass but hid it in Kunimi's pocket- a provision since they'd be splitting up- and successfully acquired a second piece, securing it within his own pants.

Noya resumed his seat, sliding his wrists into the barbed wire and wincing as his skin tore.
The countdown began.

One minute.

Hinata's heart raced, drumming so loudly that he was surprised no one else could hear it. It was like his heart was pumping out a warning; screaming, begging Hinata to put a stop to this hazardous plan. Hinata held his breath, as if the slightest exhale would notify the men of their hidden intentions.

Two minutes.

Hinata's stitches itched. A burning sensation crawled up his stomach, giving him the urge to retch and throw up, an attempt to rid his body of the misery he had endured.

Three minutes.

Hinata felt his insides twist and his heart drop into his stomach. An amalgamation of anxiety and hope overwhelmed his senses, making him feel dizzy and light headed.