Page 28 of Hell's Fear

“Where are you hurt?” I asked.

“Ribs, I’ll be okay. Bobby, were you injured?” London replied.

“Bit battered, but I’m fine. Well, lookie here. We’ve got Fangs amongst us,” Bobby’s voice darkened with distaste and hate.

“Two are still alive,” I said.

“Why do you think I’m hogtying those fuckers? They’re not going to escape. The other four are dead,” Bobbie responded.

“The other teams are in danger,” London murmured with a glance at Sallie and Dana.

“Yeah, it’s crossed my mind. Ain’t gonna lie, I’m worried,” I muttered.

“Oh, stop whispering. We’ve already worked out the rest might be in trouble. We need to get the fuck out of here before somebody is badly hurt. And we’ve only got fifty minutes left,” Sallie snapped, wringing her hands together. She stepped up and kicked one of the unconscious assholes in the head.

“Let’s solve these clues,” Dana said. It was hard ignoring the six bodies we dumped near the door we’d entered through, but we managed. The hardest part came when we had to look at their clothing to judge the decade. It took twenty minutes, and my stomach was churning as we stepped into another room with half an hour to go.

“Start searching,” Bobby said, taking one glance at the centre of the room.

Set up like an operating theatre, a body lay on the gurney. There were dirty glass cabinets and as I peered inside, I could see bottles in one and surgical tools in another. On the walls were x-rays screens that were cracked and flickering. A broken monitor stood on a trolley, and there was other damaged equipment around.

The body had several parts missing, both lungs, a brain, an eye, liver, kidneys, and its heart. It was pretty obvious that we had to find the missing organs and hook them up.

We just had the eye and a kidney to discover when the room flashed red.

“Oh no!” Dana exclaimed. “We’ve run out of time.”

“Shit. We need to escape,” I cried.

Panic welled in my gut. My mum was out there. Had she been attacked? Was she safe? I rushed to the locked door and began trying to force it open. The bastard thing remained shut.

“That won’t work,” London said.

Silently seething, I gazed at him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Go through there?” Dana said and pointed at something.

We turned and noticed a door had opened to a dark corridor.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Bobby muttered.

“How many bullets you got?” London asked.

“Put a full clip in.”

“You’re taking point. I’ll go second, Sallie and Dana follow me. Fanatic, you bring up the rear,” London ordered.

“Yeah. Let’s go, we have to warn the others,” I said.

I had a bad feeling about this, which was confirmed when suddenly Bobby shouted. In the darkness we couldn’t see anything, but London followed Bobby’s cry with his own.

Dana screamed, and Sallie joined her and as I reached forward to blindly find them.

I found the floor disappearing under me but landed gently. Then I was being whizzed around and realised I was on a slide.

The slide opened at the end, and I bounced onto an air bag. Scrambling off, I saw bars surrounding me and then noticed Shee, Ezra, and Trip. As I peered at the other cages, I spotted more of our people present.

“What the fuck?” I said as I rattled the bars to the cell I was in.

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