Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

New Objectives

WARNING: Mentions of Blood, Fire and Death.

After Pixie and Opie had calmed themselves down, they'd jumped into action with Pixie immediately calling Laroy and asking for help to keep the prison-bound Sons safe until the Sons on the outside could figure out how the hell they were going to save their asses this time. Laroy had been more concerned about Pixie's welfare than anything else, picking up immediately how stressed out she was. He'd made Pixie promise to call him the next morning so he could help with anything else and pick up the payment Pixie had insisted he take for doing her a favour. Once they knew the Sons weren't likely to be shivved on sight, Opie and Pixie had gone back up to Chibs' room to relay Laroy's agreement to Piney and Lowell. The group then helped figure out how they were going to break the news to the women and Kip who were shielding at Gemma's house. Eventually, a reluctant phone call was made, and Opie was tasked with being the one to bear the bad news as he was the only one who saw it happen. There was panic at the other end of the phone until Pixie jumped in and assured them that she was going to get the boys out even if it was the last thing she'd do. She then instructed them to get as much sleep and rest as they could, because Pixie was going to need all the help she could get the next day. Once the phone call had ended, Pixie insisted that Opie, Piney and Lowell go home to rest too, seeing as Opie needed to recover after being body slammed into a sedan, Piney's stiff joints were acting up, and Lowell was desperate to help Pixie the next day. Once they all left, Pixie pushed the armchair up to Chibs' bedside and sat in it, grasping his left hand in her right and pulled her knees up against her chest. The combination of the low light and finally resting after two straight days of action meant Pixie succumbed to the exhaustion and quickly slipped into an uneasy sleep where her mind began to bring her back to her last day in Highton.

"What do we do?!" Cupcake squeaked next to her, the roaring flames reflected in his brown eyes, and Pixie was reminded of herself asking Bruce that very same question moments before his death, she was in charge now. It was up to her to make the right calls, and Pixie just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but she had to keep fighting. There was no way in hell she'd be able to get Squid and Cupcake out the clubhouse doors, and all the windows in the rooms had safety features stopping them from opening wide to prevent people from breaking in. All but one.

"Bathroom." Pixie blurted, a lightbulb going off in her head. "We have to get to the bathroom." She insisted, breaking out of Squid's grasp and crawling to the other end of the bar, peering around the corner. The fire was bad in the corridor, and the smoke was hanging like a toxic fog slowly being funnelled out of the hole in the clubhouse roof where the main explosion had occurred. There was a heap of bodies by the back door and light from the outside security lights shone through the holes that riddled the wood. Pixie swallowed back bile and forced herself to look at the bathroom door on the left-hand side of the corridor just past the door to the utility room. The corridor was mainly free of debris, but the huge wooden beam that had been part of the ceiling's supports had fallen free and was now burning down the centre of the corridor. There was a tight gap between the huge burning log and the wall, but if the Sons were quick and pressed themselves against the wall, they could make it. Pixie relayed this information to the other two and decided that Pixie would go first, then Cupcake and then Squid, that way they could protect the younger boy and Pixie would lead the way as she was the best at spotting and reacting to danger. They linked hands so no one would get left behind and stood so they were hunched over, meaning they weren't as exposed to the smoke cloud, but weren't too close to the raging flames in the centre of the corridor. Doing this, they began their perilous crabwalk, pressing themselves against the wall to be sure they wouldn't be licked by the aggressive fire. Pixie had both seen and set many a fire in her time and in the back of her mind, she was wondering why this one was so bad. It was like someone and used an accelerant on the floors and furniture so when the grenades went off, the flames spread like wildfire. The clubhouse was heavily guarded, however, and there was always at least one Son in the building at any one point, and recently, Tiny Mouse had been spending a lot of time there, so if he'd seen someone casually rubbing gasoline into the floor, surely he would have said something...right? Pixie shook the thought from her mind as she coughed and wheezed, the damp cloth over her mouth doing little to keep the smoke from choking her as the flames were quickly drying the moisture up. She reached the bathroom door and threw her right shoulder into it, forcing the hot, warping wood open. Her shoulder hurt like all hell from the force, but Pixie's only concern was Squid and Cupcake. She had to get them out. The boys piled into the bathroom after her and helped Pixie to force the door shut again to buy them a little more time. The force of the three young Sons slamming the door caused something in the corridor to collapse with an almighty crashing roar. Pixie guessed that from the force of it and how it made the building shudder, the ceiling had caved in. Pixie didn't want to think about what would have happened if she'd still been out on the corridor with the boys. All three of the Sons went to the sink in the corner of the room and turned the water on, rubbing it onto their soot-streaked faces and trying to cool themselves down and stop their eyes from stinging and watering from the smoke. Pixie went to her backpack, which was luckily hung up on the set of clothing hooks the Sons had put there if they'd brought extra coats or bags with them to the clubhouse. She pulled out her purple hoodie from inside it and pulled it on so she could protect her arms and torso a little better, so far she hadn't been too badly injured save for a few bumps and burns here and there, and Pixie wanted to keep it that way.