Resistance {Sequel to Monster}

Chapter 14

Chapter 14: FaCe ME

I smiled as the cold night air pierced my skin and caused my eyes to water. As I got closer to the Sions metal workshop, I couldn't help but feel a uncontrollable joy.

Joy wasn't an emotion I came by often. I loved the free feeling.

I ran forward with no regrets. The weight of the axe in my hands was the only things holding me to earth.

I could've flown. Could've. But I didn't have wings.

That bitter resentment kept me going, too.

I knew what I had to do. This was it. And I wouldn't dare turn back and cower down.

I was going to KILL Joker.

I didn't care if I was successful or not. I was going to take this opportunity and run with it.

The building loomed over me. It belched black smoke into the already dark sky. Embers glowed from the nozzles of the pillars and through the windows. Banners mourning Joker's "death" covered every entry. I let out a sour laugh.

I went up to a window. I climbed up and rested on the sill and balanced out my weight so I wouldn't fall or wobble. The last thing I needed was to be spotted.

The window wouldn't budge. I didn't dare use the axe on it and attract all the attention to me. I shuddered at the thought.

I leapt down and stuck to the shadows. I saw a crate attached to a wall. It most likely lead to the vents. That's how I'll enter!

I pushed the axe blade between the crate and wall and pushed until the screws popped out and the crate fell off. I crawled into the small, square space and pulled the crate back into place.

I began to crawl forward, deeper into the confusing passageways. I kept my ears and eyes opened. Oh, and my axe was clutched in my hand.

I listened for the slightest sign of a voice.

With no luck, I decided on looking out through other crates. Most of them showed thugs gathered talking stupid.

" Do you honestly think The Bat will come?" Asked the first with an edge in his voice.

" Are you kidding?" Asked the second incuriously, " What would he be doing here? The pointy-headed nimrod actually thinks J's dead!"

The others chuckled at the thought.

" Yeah," Chimed a third, " He got Harley arrested with his last visit, but she'll be back soon enough."

" Ugh," Groaned the fourth and final thug with a disgusted face, " She'll greet us with complaints and nagging."

The second thug raised his voice to a horrid girly pitch, "' Mista J wanted this plan to be perfect! Mess it up, and I'll mess YOU up!'"

The cronies laughed, egging him on.

"' Leave me alone, morons! I want my ME time!'" The thug continued.

' God,' I thought, ' Could there be worst security?'

The thug opened his mouth to continue, but was cut-off with a loud speaker overhead.

" Hey, everyone! It's me."

I scowled. It was the man I was looking for.

" I believe we have an intruder in the house! And we don't want uninvited guest crashing the party, do we? It only brings filth! Ick! Now, take care of it." The line went dead.

I was frozen. He knew I was here. The handle in my hands grew sweaty, making the axe heavier.

No, I wasn't going to stop. This was MY time. My teeth clenched as my grip did.