7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

The Waiting Room

I pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse about 2 miles outside of town. My gun poked against my side, taunting me. It was only a matter of time that it would be the two horrible criminals' demise.

~Not So Fun Fact~
My demise too.

The phones and laptops sitting beside me illuminated with each notification received, their reflection dancing on the windshield. I couldn't help but wonder where they were, but I figured I should spend my time focusing on something more important. Making a plan.

I slowly ventured outside of the comfort of the truck, stepping into the dim, welcoming light of dawn. Gravel and broken glass crunched beneath my feet as I stepped into the boxy building. Cobwebs decorated the daunting venue, while various furniture items strewn about collected dust.

I played with the hem of my sweater, cautiously advancing into the quiet building. I sat on a wooden staircase that creaked out it's maturity as I rested against it.

~Meanwhile, Somewhere In The Woods~

"Tom..." Jordan whispered. "I have to tell you something."

Tom continued to snore in his lover's arms, dreams dancing in his head.

"Ingrid left. She's going to do it. She's going to kill them, and we can finally be happy."

"Jordan!" Ethan stormed into the tent, out of breath. "Where's Ingrid?"

"She left, she said she had to-"

"What's going on?" Tom's husky European voice groaned, trying not to sound upset, since he was woken from his slumber.

"Ingrid's gone."

"Well, where the hell did she run off to? She gonna go tell some bears about our secret hide out?" Tom laughed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Tom, please. I'm being serious. I can't find my gun either, or my phone," Ethan heaved, clearly panicking.

"Ingrid took them," Jordan mumbled, nervous Ethan would take his wrath out on him.

"She did what?"

Footsteps neared closer to the building. Ingrid's breath hitched, her heartbeat threatening to give away her location. She could hear the voices of Oliver and James calling out, flirting with death herself.

"Jordy," James cooed. "My love, it's okay. If you come out, maybe I won't kill Tom. I need you all to myself, Jordy."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Oliver hissed. "You're gonna give away our location you psychopath."

"Oh please, they're probably defenseless. You said so yourself, that chick that's with him could easily be overpowered. You've done it before." Pain pinged my heart, erupting the skin where Oliver had once touched me - hurt me - into flames.

"All of their locations are leading here. They have to be here," Oliver insisted, entering the warehouse.

I hid behind an old dresser that sat atop a platform on the second floor. The balcony allowed me to have complete sight of the two of them. It was so odd, to have a bird's eye view of the world.