Page 25 of Lunatic
I warn Heather, “I don’t like small spaces. Don’t touch me while we’re in there. It could be dangerous.”
She doesn’t ask why I’m such a fucking nut job, and I don’t take the time to explain it to her. It’s not information she needs.
I open the door that leads to the tunnel, step inside, and immediately hit my head on the ceiling.
“Fuck.”
Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawl through because, at six foot five, there’s no way for me to walk through here.
One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-Eight.I say in my head, because I’d hate for crazy Heather to know I’malsofucking insane.
She walks beside me, because she’s much smaller than I am.
A squeal from her stops my counting, as I see her jump from a couple of rats racing away from us. As we move further intothe tunnel, the floor has an inch of water that smells like rotting flesh.
I stop and turn to my left, spotting crazy fucking Heather on her knees, and is she petting a goddamn snake like it’s a cat? This bitch really is crazy. The rats scared her, but not the slimy snake.
“We need to keep going,” I bark, and she sets the snake back down. It slithers away as I shake my head at her.
“How will we get into the cell? It’s got to be locked?”
I keep sloshing through the water, not having a definite answer.
“Someone will have a key. I’ll kill them for it. They’re going to die, anyway.”
She walks a few steps and then stops.
“How many people are you going to kill?”
I chuckle softly as I spot an end in sight.
“Heather, none of the staff will survive. Only Halstead, and that’s only because he isn’t here today.”
“What about the patients? Are you going to save them?”
I let out an annoyed sigh, because she’s beginning to piss me off.
“No, Heather. The only reason you’ll be spared, is because Bianca would want me to get you out of here. Everyone else is on their own. Don’t get any ‘save the fucking world’ ideas, because I’m not playing. This is for Bianca. She is my fucking endgame. Nothing, and no one else, means a damn thing to me.”
Far into the distance, I spot metal bars. I hand Heather the taser.
“Do not fucking tase me. I want you to have this, in case you need it to protect yourself.”
I flash her a glare in warning. “Against anyone other than me.”
Do I completely trust this crazy woman Bianca seems to have become close with? Not a fucking chance. Crazy recognizes crazy. And I fucking recognize hers.
She rolls her eyes at me as we approach the hallway housing the cells. I rise to my feet and charge at the man I see standing, appearing to be watching something, and strike him on the back of his head with the baton, catching him before he falls and makes noise. I quickly flip him over to his back, and stab him in the throat with my shank, to prevent sound that might alert Alexsander to our presence.
Turning to Heather, I speak in a hushed voice, “We’re going to need to be quick and quiet. If he knows we’re coming, he will kill her.”
“I think I should go alone,” she says.
This time I roll my eyes, because that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard.
She places her hands on her hips again while scowling at me. This woman has a serious attitude problem.
“Just listen to me, Raven. Stop being such a man. He will think I came alone, because I already demanded to know where she was, and if she was okay. The sick bastard will think he gets two women to torture instead of one. I can keep him busy, and that will give you an opportunity to get in undetected.”
