Mine

Ch. 5

"It's no use. I have her as a hostage and there's nothing you can do about it" I said with an evil laugh as I have marshmallow the white stuff animal cat on a chair.

"Don't worry marshmallow I'll save you" Izzy runs to the couch with her cape to try and find a way around the makeshift obstacle course to get to marshmallow.

As fast as her little legs could go she jumps off the couch and runs to the row of chairs and crawl under them. Don't ask me why she didn't just walk on them and get down cause I don't know. Next she go to the beanbag and throw it at the laundry basket but missed.

"Hahaha you missed. What will you do now?" Looking sad for a second she looks at the beanbag then the laundry basket. 

"I'll use my super powers to lift up the bag" with that being said she run over to the bag and use her "powers". Lifting up the bag with her hands she put it in the basket. Her last task before getting to the boss, a.k.a me, she had to do she had to avoid the lava (the floor) by jumping on rocks (couch cushions) to get to me.

Sticking her tongue out she scrunch her face up as she jumps and try to keep her balance on the rocks. Jumping on the last rock she steps on her cape causing her to lose her balance. Just when she almost get her balance the beast enters the room. Scaring the shit out of us, Izzy falls in the lava.

"What is going on here!?" Enzo and two other men walks in, looking at the obstacle course we made.

Marching up to Enzo Izzy hits his leg "Papà, mi hai ucciso" (daddy you killed me) and run away. Confused he looks at me "why does my daughter think I killed her?"

Getting up from the chair I was sitting on I started cleaning up the mess we made "that's because you did kill her"

"What?"

"We were playing superheroes and made an obstacle course, hint the mess, and she was just about to make it to the end when you messed up her concentration." Going back to what I was doing I quickly finish cleaning up and head to my room.

I have to get out of here and the only way to that is to get access to a cellphone or a computer or something, but I don't have access to anything of those things. Hell I don't even have access to the damn elevator.

I wonder what Miles was doing. Is he thinking about me? Is he looking for me? Probably not. This isn't the first time I went MIA on him. He's probably thinking I'm doing a job or passed out somewhere from drinking.  Speaking of drinking, I reach under my bed to grab a bottle I snuck from downstairs.

Twisting open the top, I throw it somewhere in the room and chug. The alcohol felt like fire going down my throat as I think of a way to get out of here. There have to be a computer room somewhere in this gigantic high tech mansion.

I know! I'll just go exploring. Stumbling out the room I look both ways down the hall. Hmm right is the right way and left leads to a mess. Left it is then.

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I've been walking around for what seems like hours but who knows how much time actually passed. I've went through numerous rooms. Walked in on a few people fucking, found a couple of bathrooms, vacant and non vacant rooms, and still no computer room.

"This is ghetto" I slur as I open another door. To my drunken surprise it's a music room. All different types of instruments scattered the room but one instrument caught my eye.

Tripping over my own feet I try to avoid bumping into anything as I make my way to the drum sets in the corner. Smiling at the drum sticks I quickly grab them and sit down on the little stool. Lucky for my ears there's a pair of headphones hanging beside the drums.