The only Hope

Hope’s pov:

I heard footsteps and suddenly panicked. I quickly hid behind a desk, it was covered in bullet holes. It seemed as if the entire building had been destroyed. In most parts the power was out or lights were flickering, nearly all the windows were broken and the floor was just covered in Dracs. A cold breeze embraced my bare legs, causing me to pull them closer to my body. I shivered as I heard voices coming from behind me.

“This one’s dead… and that one, and that one… Oh did I mention this one is dead too?” The voice sounded really sarcastic.

“Look, Ghoul, I know you don’t like this part of the job, but uhm… It’s part of the job, okay? Just deal with it.” This voice sounded a lot calmer, but it still freaked me out not knowing what was going on behind me.

“I know, I know. I just want to go, this place is creeping me the fuck out. Did you see that room upstairs, with the old bed, the blood and the handcuffs and stuff? I have never seen that before in all the time we are doing this! Jet, I’m talking to you. And who cares if only one Drac survives!”

“Yes, I want to go too. Yes, I know it’s creepy. Yes, I saw that room, but there was no one there and for God's sake… Yes, Poison cares. Remember what he said: no survivors. Now get to work.”

My eyes widened. No survivors? What if they find me? Okay, Hope, calm the fuck down. You just sprinted down 7 floors, avoiding all Dracs and Korse himself and you actually pulled it off. I think I could manage to get away from these two without being seen as well. I held my breath, ready to sneak out from under the desk, when suddenly I heard a third and a fourth voice.

“No survivors on the third, fourth and fifth floor. Poison checked the sixth and seventh floor. He found one Drac crawling out under a desk, so I recommend you check under every single one.”

I gulped. Shit. My defending mechanism was starting to take over again, but the truth was, I had no desire to fight. Not anymore. Fuck, they broke me here. I was the best at what I did. And where did that ever get me. Oh yeah, right into the arms of Korse. I remember now. The only thing that was reassuring about this situation was that none of these men was Korse. I would recognize his low and monotone voice immediately. Asshole.

“Checked under there?” This was the fourth voice I could distinguish. Then I started hearing footsteps again. Fuck, they are coming this way. I immediately started looking for whatever object I could use as a weapon. The only thing I found was a piece of wood, which had broken off the desk. I slowly picked it up and I could feel my mind growing black. Bring it on.

“Yeaaah we checked there! Do you really think we are that stupid? No survivors here, let’s go!” It was the sarcastic voice again.

The footsteps stopped. I held my breath and waited. It seemed like forever, but then the fourth voice spoke. “Fine. Our job here is done.”

I sighed, unnoticeable of course, but the piece of wood had other plans. I lowered it way too fast and it hit the ground with an audible thud. Fuck. I picked it up again, no way they hadn’t heard that.

“Hold on.” This was the fourth voice again.

“Anyone there?”

I waited as I clenched to the piece of wood.

“Hello?”

I could hear the footsteps again.

“If you come out we might let you live.”

Of course he couldn’t mean that, he said no survivors! I closed my eyes, the footsteps came closer. Suddenly I heard the fourth voice pull out his gun and so did the others. Even though I lost my desire and skills to fight, I would never let these fuckers take me, nor kill me.

There was only one way: I would have to get my hands on a gun.

The footsteps stopped again. This was my chance.

“You have exactly five seconds to show yourself. Otherwise, this won’t end well for you.”

I repositioned myself, ready to take a dive to the right.

“One…”

I took a deep breath.

“Two…”

Bring it on, motherfucker.

“Three…”

I moved aside some glass, in case I would step on it with my bare feet. It was audible. The fourth voice started to sound angry now.

“Four!” Footsteps came closer.

“Fi…”

I interrupted him by moving to the right, stepping forward and hitting him on the head. As he was busy groping the wound on his head, I quickly dropped the piece of wood and pulled the gun out of his hands. In the deed I stepped on some glass, causing me to hiss. Fucking stuff is everywhere! The guy was about to face me, so I made a run for it. I ran until I was safe behind a pillar. I looked behind me, carefully.

The fourth voice bent down again. His longish, red hair pointed at the ground. There were three others with him. I was right: four guys. One was semi-wearing a mask, the other one was a skinny, blonde guy and the third had an afro, he was the tallest. I turned around again, for the red haired guy started screaming. “Fuck! Kill him!”

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