Solacium

Ch 20: Blake

Leaning forward to try to look out of the newly-formed hole, I pulled on the chains that kept my arms cuffed above my head. To my surprise, the bolt that held the chains in place hand shifted slightly, loosened by the impact of the shard that had hit my arm.

Hope rushed through my body as I eyed the chains and the bolt that now fell slightly out of the wall I was pinned to.

With the right amount of pressure, I could easily rip the chains from the wall...

Just then, I heard a low moan from the other side of the room. Looking over, I saw the red-haired Deviant laying across the floor underneath a wall panel about the size of a door. It had fallen on top of him, pinning him face down to the ground. I watched as he groaned, shifting slightly before dropping his head and falling unconscious.

I had to get out of here before he woke up.

Quickly, I hurled my body forward, pulling on the cuffs. The bolt in the wall shifted at the force, coming further undone. I repeated the action several times until the bolt dislodged itself from the wall. Instantly my arms dropped, and a searing pain ran through them as I regained blood in my limbs.

Closing my eyes, I groaned against the stinging sensation of pins and needles as blood rushed back into my arms. Gritting my teeth, I clenched my fists, helping the feeling subside slowly.

Once I could bend my arms, I stood up and grabbed the knife from beneath my leg. My legs were chained together still, but with enough room that I could still walk, albeit slowly. Slowly I made my way to my duffel bag, pushing aside a piece of metal that had fallen on top before swinging it over my shoulder.

"Help me..." I heard a voice moan from behind me. Looking back, I saw that the deviant was awake now. His head turned slightly to watch me and I noticed blood dripping down the side of his face from a recent cut.

My hands tightened around the knife.

I should kill him right here. He knows my face and my pattern. I should kill him.

His eyes widened at the knife in my hands as I began approaching him. Just as I got close enough to strike, I raised my knife. Then, shouting sounded from the hole in the wall, making me pause.

Now what?!

Frowning, I kept my eyes on the Deviant as I went over to inspect it. Standing beside the hole, I peeked my head out to see what the shouting was all about. It was dark without the fluorescent lighting of the warehouse and it took my eyes a minute to adjust.

Flashes of light sounded from the street in front of the warehouse where a gunfight was taking place. A group of about six Deviants had gathered around a shadowed figure, taking turns firing in its direction. But, the figure was fast. It moved like a dark blur at the next flash of light from a gun, appearing directly in front of the Deviant.

Grabbing his hand, I heard the loud crack of bone as the shadowed figure broke his arm. In doing so, the gun went off involuntarily, eliciting another flash of light that illuminated the face of the towering shadow.

A face that I recognized immediately.

Vorian.

Vorian was here! Why?

I watched as he tossed aside the Deviant, moving on to the next one with ease. Dodging the incoming flashes of bullets, he grabbed the Deviant by the neck.

"Where is my ship!" Vorian growled at the Deviant who began kicking and fighting against his grip.

Not waiting for a reply, Vorian tossed aside the Deviant, throwing him into a nearby building as if he weighed no more than a piece of fruit.