I twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim. Then I took a final look around the room full of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape, and which would try to kill me.
I had to escape, with- or without- their help. Or I was sure to die. I looked over to a man in the corner who was dressed in a suit, talking into an earpiece and looking over in my direction. He put his finger to his ear, listening, and then nodded once. He looked at another man across the room and nodded again. My cover was blown.
They both started walking over to me very casually, going around the other people in the room who were clueless to what was going on. I looked behind me. Three more men in suits were making their way towards me, weaving through the crowd. I needed to find a way out- now. I looked around, and instantly saw my way out of this place. The air vents. Perfect.
I glanced around again, estimating the distance between me and my pursuers. If I made a break for it now, I could probably make it. But am I really going to take the risk? Well, my hands are pretty much tied.
I started to walk towards the air vents as casually as possible. The men behind me began to walk faster, pushing past people. That’s when I took the risk. I broke into a run, jumping up on the huge, fifty foot long dinner table, and ran, knocking over- and breaking- priceless crystal plates and wine glasses. I heard one of the men shout, and I knew I couldn’t turn back now.
One of the men came up beside me at the table, matching my speed. He lunged over and tried to grab me by my feet, but I jumped, landing on his back. He made a grunting sound, and then I jumped off of him, hitting the floor and continuing to run. More and more people began to stare, gasping, shocked looks slowly making their way across everyone’s faces. But that was the last thing I was worried about. I had to focus on getting out.
Another one of my pursuers approached me head on. Big mistake. He got ready to grab and restrain me, but I was ready by the time our bodies made contact. He tried to grab me, but I ducked, sliding around him. When he realized he hadn’t grabbed me, the turned around, only to find my boot colliding with the side of his head. Blood spat from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, not moving. I heard more gasps, and some people rushing to get out of the room, creating a diversion for me to make it to the air vents in time.
I rushed past some of the bystanders, finally making it to the air vent on the side of the wall. I looked behind me to see the men getting closer. I braced myself for the kick when my foot made contact with the vent. It burst open, making a loud noise. I glanced back one last time to see the men a few yards away from me. I kneeled down and crawled inside the tiny opening. When inside the vent, it expanded enough for me to crawl on my hands and knees.
I crawled a few feet from the opening, then I turned to look behind me. One of my pursuers was yelling at me, trying to fit inside the vent. I smirked, beginning to laugh triumphantly. He would never fit inside the vent. For right now, I was safe. For right now, no one could get me.
I continued to crawl down the vent, listening and waiting to see if anyone was near me. I came up to a ladder and went up, leading to more vents. Well, it had to go somewhere, right?
I crawled ten feet from the ladder when the ground under me vanished, and I fell from the vent, hitting the cold, hard ground with my shoulder. The pain in my chest and shoulder throbbed, and my head was bleeding. I coughed and sat up into a kneeling position, clenching my shoulder. I looked up at the sound of someone clapping.
“Well done, Ms. Walker. Very well done,” said a man sitting in a chair three times his size. “You made it past my best men. That is impressive.”
I glared at the man, knowing exactly who he was. “Where’s Beth?” I demanded.
His smile got wider. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my dear girl.”
“Like hell you do! Where is she?! Where is my sister?!” I yelled, trying to get up from my kneeling position.
His smile faltered, and his eyes grew cold and serious. “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to answer that, Ms. Walker. And if I were you, I would stop trying to look. You don’t want to get yourself killed, now do you?” he said, his wicked smile reappearing.
I struggled to stand up, looking him in the eye. My voice was cold and harsh, showing no emotion. “If you don’t give her back right now, I swear, I am going to kill you.”
I felt sharp pain on my back as I was being kicked from behind. I fell on my knees again, gasping for breath. I looked behind me to see one of the men from the dining room gazing down at me; his face was expressionless and gave nothing away. I looked back up at the man in the chair. His smile disappeared and he looked disappointed.
“When you speak to me, you will speak to me with respect, Ms. Walker,” he said, slightly leaning forward.
“Like hell I will,” I said, standing up again. The man behind me swung his fist, aiming at my head, but I was ready for him this time. I ducked, causing him to miss, and then slid my leg under his feet, knocking him to the ground. He hit the ground with a loud thud, and I never missed a beat. I punched him, knocking him out cold. I turned around to see two more men charging at me. I swiftly ran up to one then I kicked him in the side. He went down with, not getting back up. The other one came up behind me and grabbed me. I twisted in his grasp and punched him straight in the jaw. He let go and stumbled backwards, spitting blood onto the ground.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said, charging at me.
“Yeah, right,” I said, smirking. I ran at him, dodging his blow by sliding to the side. He skidded to a halt, turning around just in time to find the heel of my boot colliding with the side of his face. I heard a loud crack, then he went down, moaning.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t get back up if I were you,” I advised him. I stepped over his motionless body, walking to the man in the chair.
“Now, I’ll ask you one more time,” I said, closing the distance between us. He still seemed calm, but I knew he was panicking inside. “Where is Beth?”
My face was only five inches away from his. I could see the beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face. I balled up my fist, preparing to the first punch. He smiled, and started chuckling. When my fist was two inches away from his face, I heard a clicking noise behind me. I froze, eyes widening. Someone behind me had a gun to my head, and I knew that it was all over for me. The man’s smile got wider, looking amused all of a sudden.
“Won’t you say hi to your sister, Cassie? She’s been waiting to see you,” he said.
My eyes widened. What? Beth?
I unclenched my fist, lowering it from the man’s face. I slowly turned around, not wanting it to be true. My blood ran cold, and I almost fainted.
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Wanted (lisamcmann)Short Story
Cassie Walker is wanted. She is wanted by a very powerful man, who has taken her sister as a hostage. He says if she doesn't give herself up to him, he will kill her sister. Cassie will stop at nothing to get her sister back, but will the person she...