Lockdown [ON HOLD]

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗 ♛

❛I stopped waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. I lit that bitch up myself. ❜

~ Unknown

|𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓|

I screwed up. 

Big time.

I was supposed to get off at the 3rd avenue from where we started, about 10 minutes into the ride. 

My handcuffs weren't tight, the window was easily breakable with the hammer in the trunk, and the knife in my boot would have served greatly.

But the moment I made a move, they injected me with a sedative.

I growled in frustration as my hands absentmindedly played with the loose strings of the worn-out cot.

There was a water bowl in the far corner, which was undoubtedly reaming with some sorts of micro-fungi.

The cell was dark and had a single opening about ten feet above directly where I slept. I grew tired of hearing the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the window as I slowly got up, leaning deeply into my thighs.

My head hung low as I thought about all the ways I could get out. There was no guarantee that Hunter would come after me, so this needed to be a single mission.

My eyes snapped around the room, eyes all the cameras with a cool exterior as if I was just checking out the walls.

Seven high-end cameras with motion sensors and audio recording.One on each wall, two overhead, and one outside my door.

I slowly got up and walked to the bar's of the cell, leaning against them, taking a good look at what a girl was doing.

Straight hallway, laser proof exits on both ends.

I ran my hands up and down the rods, examining the metal. My eyes wandered and landed on the person I hate.

David de Luca.

Technically my brother, but I'd kill him before either of us admit it.

I took three steps backward as he neared my cell, holding a leather whip with him.

Fear rushed through me and the only thing I thought over and over again was, Oh shit, he's gonna kill me.

"Bring the boy here!"

I pressed myself against the wall as the two accompanied men hastily opened my door. They came in and trudged to me predatorily like I was their prey. 

The girl from outside came and pushed another prisoner inside my cell before they all left.

Hesitantly, I approached the young boy. He was maybe, two or three years younger than me. His hair was dirty, you could tell he was strong, and his back was littered with scared.

I slowly sat down and whispered, "You alright?"

My hand automatically block a punch that was aimed for my chin as the boy got up and scrambled back.

My breathing increased as I double checked if I had the knife on me.

The boy rolled over and groaned, breathing heavily.

Deciding to try again, I tip-toed closer, ready to scram if he decided to try killing me again.

"You alright?"

The boy scrunched his face in pain as he slowly got up, my hand automatically supporting his back.

"Do I look like alright," he snapped once he was against the wall. His breathing was erratic and came out in puffs, not being very consistent.