Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I turned to leave.
“Wait!” a voice yelled. I looked back out the vent and it was…surprisingly Patrick.
“Yes?” I said sweetly but my voice held venom reserved especially for him.
“Save me,” Patrick whispered, “please.”
“I-I’m sorry, what?” I said evilly, “I didn’t catch that.”
“SAVE ME!” Patrick screamed, sobbing.
I accessed him for a moment, “If you want me to save you, get on your knees.”
Patrick dropped without hesitation, “Save me” he stared at her with pleading eyes.
“Do it like you mean it.”
“Save me, my…my—“
“My what?” I said and then commanded, “Say it so it sounds nice, beg for life Patrick. Beg.”
“Stop it!” Tabatha yelled, jerking Patrick to his feet, “Stop it both of you! Peej, just stop it and save us!”
My eyes narrowed immediately, “You’re not in charge here, I am.”
She moved across the floor to see me better, “Get me the hell out of here.”
“You don’t intimidate me,” I said lightly an extra layer of venom iced my words, “I don’t need you.”
“Yes. You. Do.”
I laughed, “ Patrick, darling, go untie Pete, please. I’ll save you if you do.”
“He can’t do it. We’ve all tried those binds are like—“
Patrick rushed to his feet, tearing at the bonds and finally freeing him, about two seconds from ripping it off with his teeth ,
“You couldn’t do that earlier?” Tabatha sniped.
I answered for Patrick, “Adrenaline rush, Tabbie. It happens when people have a fighting chance. Soldiers worship adrenaline. We need to feed upon it.”
I smiled taunti ngly at her yet kept my cool as she simmered.
Pete flexed his hands, the most desolate look crossed his face, almost expecting to be left behind, “Peter,” I said quietly, keeping his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Please… Piper. You don’t have to save me…just forgive. Please, I just need forgiveness.”
I nodded, “As you wish. Pete, Patrick. Let’s go.” I backed up farther into the vent, making room for the two boys when Tabatha screamed at me, “Damn it PJ! What about Joe? What about me!”
“What about you, Tabatha?” My voice lost its sweetness, however fake it was.
Tabatha was rendered speechless, she made a small noise of protest but I ignored her and looked at Joe,
“What” I spat more bitter than I originally intended.
He didn’t speak after that and I never expected him to. He was far too proud to beg, to oblivious to ask for forgiveness and too smart to throw a tantrum.
“You can come,” I paused slightly, kicking myself as I continued, “If you want.”
My voice was softer than it was meant to be.
“If I get stuck with another needle, I’ll go insane.” Joe gave me a quick smile, something that I vaguely remembered from a past where we didn’t hate each other. Where we could stand to talk to one another in more than circular conversations, but that is a different world.
A world that I can’t afford to live in.
He starting moving toward the vent but I held up my hand to stop him. He froze.
“You’re only going if you get Tabatha under control. You have ten seconds—”
“You son of a bitch!” Tabatha screamed, but Joe pulled her down, forcing her mouth closed and whispered something fiercely in her while she muttered back,
Tabatha glared and Joe pushed her forward, “I’m sor—ple—I’ll tolerate you for as long as necessary” Tabatha spat.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Pete climb on Patrick’s back to get up here and move in front of me, next Tabatha. Patrick help Joe in and he’ll pull you up.”
“Why am I behind her?” Tabatha whined.
“ Joe, get your woman and handle her!” I snarled as Joe whispered something else in Tabatha’s ear and kissed her cheek swiftly. God, I hate them both.
Joe pushed her forward as Pete climbed through the vent. As Pete heaved himself inside, he said between gasps, “How did you get here away anyway?”
I moved back to give him more room to get inside and in front of me, “The roof was leaking,” I said simply, “There was furniture in the room and I climbed up through the tiles of the roof. I could see the water stains and I knew that if there was water, then it was coming from somewhere, somewhere from the surface.”
“If they’ve got tiles in some rooms,” Pete panted as he slipped in front of me, “and concrete in others then it must mean that this place is pretty big.”
“Has to be, why?” I paused, “Did you have a plan?”
“Well,” Pete said moving forward as Tabatha, who evidently seemed to put up a fuss about getting into the vent, could have room. “We could save others later, regroup the vampire
“Not all are big, it was only by chance that I was able to save you. We can’t save everyone, world, all the rooms have a vent—“ Pete. Only ourselves.”
“Why did you save us?”
I didn’t answer, instead I said, “She’s in, move up.”
We all crawled further through the vents, due to lack of food and nutrition, Pete lost most of his bulk and the longer we crawled, the more he seemed to realize it.
You always realize how much of a disadvantage, how much of a liability you are to other people when you know you’ll eventually be forced to fight.
“I should’ve been working out…all that time, I had all that time…”
“He’s in,” Tabatha muttered, but I stopped Pete from moving with a slight noise, “Joe pull up Patrick.”
“Do it.” I said gritting my teeth, hating myself for needing them even as a way to lessen my own chances of being shot.
I heard the sounds of my orders being followed and continued talking to Pete, “You’ll work out when we get out of here. We all will.”
“With w hat?” Tabatha cut in and I almost kicked her face in, almost. Holding my temper, I snarled, “Joe, your woman.”
“I can’t do everything,” he grunted as he helped Patrick scramble inside, hitting his head on the roof of the ventilation causing everyone to shush him severely, Joe continued, “Jesus, Tabatha! Do you want to go back in there?”
“Of course I don’t but—”
“ Shut up, goddamn.” Pete said finitely, causing silence to fall across everyone like a snowy blanket of ash. I continued after a second of silence, “There’s nothing we can do about that vent I kicked in, we have to move. Now.”
Pete lead everyone as the vents twisted and turned, dropped down and shot upward at strange angles, crawling on hands and knees, stomachs and elbows, breathing heavily.
Finally, we reached the top of the vent, the way to freedom, the door to the light.
“ Patrick, move back. The rest of you lot as well.” I paused, “Pete, open the vent.”
For a second, no one moved.
“Now.” I whispered.
The train reversed as we gave Pete enough room to maneuver, however awkwardly and kick the vent out.
“ Pete,” I called, just as his foot was raised as high as he could manage, “Survey the area.”
“What happens if I see someone?”
“You die,” I said simply.
The vent was deadly silent.
“If I don't?”
“We all die.”
“How about PJ go check?” Tabatha said, barely hiding the meaning in her words.
My foot slipped against her face and she cried out in pain, Joe scolded her for the noise.
“Do not tempt my patience with you, Tab.” I growled.
“Good luck, P ete.” Patrick murmured from far away.
“Needless to say, I’m scared out of my fucking mind, but I’m not going down without a fight.”
My reverie was broken by a loud noise.
Foot connecting with metal.
Slamming into it with a raw force.
Tabatha gasped as the vent bent inward.
Pete kicked again.
Another side indented.
The left side of the vent peeled open. Breathing heavily with sweat droplets form on the side of his face, he kicked the vent for the final time.
The vent fell with clatter and a stream of sunlight burst inside the metal space.
I heard Pete mutter something but I couldn’t catch the words. He pushed himself out of the vent and the sounds of distant footsteps met my ears as he traveled out into the world. There was silence until,
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck have they done?”
Joe cleared his throat but I already started moving, for curiosity won out over fear. Pete wasn’t dead yet.
That was enough for me to get out.
I wanted to see.
Second to immerge from the old regime, I realized as soon as my eyes adjusted that I’d entered a sick, dystopian world.
Hell has come to earth.
yo you'll never guess what happens next chapter. no, tabatha doesn't die a painful death (sorry ya'll), but I actually include someone who auditioned for this! :O shocker I know. Aubrey (or whoever auditioned her) get ready! :D (by the way sorry it took so long to get there)
harper: ahha good. she's supposed to be scary. >:D
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caro: you've corrupted me caro, what can I say. ahhh no! you can't die! you'll be the 286028654 person to die this week/last week. Me lovers you too :D
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shehadtheworld: ahah I'm sorry! This chapter makes it all better I hope because it's really a cliffie. thanks though! :D
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