I sat, tied to a chair. Jane stood next to me as we waited for a miracle.
"Errrrr!! Bwahhh!" I moaned
"What the fuck are you doing?" asked Jane
"Well I have to make sure Sherlock can hear us to hell and back"
"If he doesn't arrive by the next ten minutes, then he didn't make it and we find our own way"
"Wanna bet?"
"Is that even a question? Yes, bitch"
"If he comes and is alive, I get to cuddle with the dog for a year. If he doesn't come, then you yell 'I'm a blind pervert!' on the streets"
"Deal!" she agreed.
"Hand me over to me the phone that's on your right side" I favored. She placed her hand on the table and started to slide her hand across it to feel the phone, which she later accidentally pushed off the table.
"I got the fucking thing!" she claimed, kneeling down and touching the floor. I told her there was another phone on my left side but she was preoccupied. She eventually got it and I guided her to have the phone on my right hand. It was slightly scratched on the sides but continued to function perfectly. I was about to contact the station when the signal went down to zero to no bar. It was as if somebody cut down the nearest cell tower for our desperation. Atleast I could keep track of the time.
So we waited, and we waited. It was about 1:12am when I broke the silence.
"Jane, tell me, am I a good man?"
"What?" she asked back
"Although everyone fought on the plane back then, they all looked at me as if they saw what they would turn into if they had continued beating each other up. I almost killed that man because I had a breakdown, and I'm not the one who amputated someone's leg when we first met"
"You still remember that?"
"There will always be something memorable" I chuckled and so did she. It took her a few seconds to answer.
"Well, to answer your question, honestly, William. Even the goodest motherfuckers do something bad and vice versa. And incase you forgot, I killed, trigger happily. I was even involved in the kidnapping of your little sister and still became your best friend. Like, how the fuck does that work? Perhaps you forgive easily and that's actually good. And if that's who you are, then you will learn to forgive yourself. Besides, those all happened in the past now"
It was the longest 10 minutes of my life, but atleast Jane stuck by my side. Finally, an idea popped into her mind.
"What if I chew the rope off?" she suggested
"What?" I asked in confusion "Come again?"
"I'm gonna chew the rope off"
She started rubbing her hands all over my arm, finding the rope tied to my hands. It tickled me.
"I did not give you permission to-"
"Found it!" she interrupted, holding the rope to guide her mouth to where they needed to be and started chewing it off. It tickled me even more, and then I felt her saliva.
"Gross. What the fuck! Did you just lick my fingers?"
"Totally not on purpose" she sarcassed.
Jane continued chewing off the rope as I waved my hands trying to resist her cold saliva. At long last, I was free. It was worth the cold feeling of my wife's saliva on my hands, which I sniffed. Instant regret.
"Fuck!" I cursed upon the stench "It smells like toothpaste actually, which is good"
"You can kiss me later" she teased
"No thanks, I'd rather have us continue living like best friends"
"I was just kidding, you wako. You also don't have to keep saying 'Duh, we only got married as best friends bleh blip bloop' "
She teased again, making a dumb impression of me. I searched my pockets to see if the Flash Drive I found was still with me, and it was. Unconfiscated and intact. It's as if Cupcake wants me to see its contents.
"Enough, let's just look for Sherlock, and a computer if there is one"
I pulled Jane along with me around the cabin to see if there was a computer, which there was not. So we went outside, the two phones taken with us. I threw some rocks to see if there were still any mines and there were indeed, a lot. I thought that maybe there was a better way? So I went the long way around, pulling Jane with one of my hands and using the flashlight of a phone with my other. Every few steps I would put the phone down to throw a rock or two in many angles and distances to find mines. This I repeated until we got clear. The further we went, the more familiar the place became. A wave of PTSD washed over me upon quickly realizing this was the same place Cupcake and I had our rivalry. Looking back at the cabin, it was the same one where I saw somone's head explode. Knowing where I was, I knew where to look for the other cabin where Cupcake killed himself.
Jane and I walked more through the quiet night.
"Do you know where you're going?" she asked
"The cabin where Cupcake pretended to kill himself"
Jane said nothing after that. Finally, I found it. The door was unlocked. It looked the same way as it was before. I entered, still holding Jane, to examine the spot Cupcake laid dead. There was no corpse, no stains of blood either. It was clean and perfect, and that was the problem. It caused me suspicion so I examined from the tiniest splinter. Everything was clean, and not very dusty. Somebody cleaned it recently, and that "Somebody" was still inside. I told Jane about it.
"It's gotta be Cupcake!" she said.
As if the "Somebody" waited for the right time, I heard the wheezing adjusts of a speaker, followed by a voice.
"You've come this far and yet, you still know nothing" said the filtered voice. I pulled Jane with me to locate where the voice was coming from. On the corner of the cabin was tiny speaker, however, its volume was loud and clear.
"Surprise, bitch!" cheered the voice
"Enough!" I thundered "Why are you doing this?"
"Before, I wanted to torment you for being part the children who ignored me. But now, I wanna have fun"
"You're fucking insane!"
"And so are you, and Jane" he complimented "You have the flash drive, don't you?"
I reached for my pockets to pull out the device.
"There is a hidden room in this cabin, and in it, a computer. Find it! And all your questions will be answered. But you have to hurry, Defective, because I planted bombs all over the place. Not just in the cabin, but a hundred yards away as well. That way, even if you try to escape, you won't"
"How are you still alive?"
"Like I said, you have to find the hidden room, you little shit"
His death-collared slaves surround the cabin. As if the explosive weren't enough!
"Each minute that passes will cause one of them their worthless damn life. I won't tell you how much fucking time I'll give you. And 3, 2, 1, start!"
just as he finished talking. One of the slaves collapsed to the ground, blood drooled from his neck.
"Help us!" Yelled one of them
"I have a wife and kids!" cried another
"No you don't" replied another
"I might have some day"
I ignored their comical conversation to find the hidden room, this was no time for laughter unless it was badly written.
"Wait!" said Jane, tapping her foot at the same part of the floor.
"There is something down here. Let's jump together!" she thought fast "No time to count, let's do it now!"
Just as she finished talking, we jumped together and at the same time. The first jump, however, did not break it.
"Again, I felt it crack!" she said, and we jumped. A minute has passed and one of the slaves collapsed with blood. It took us five more jumps before falling underground through the wooden floor. But was it the hidden room? No, it was not. It was too easy, and too obvious. Instead, it was another secret passage, which made me wonder why thw hell have there been a lot of those lately. Jane and I ran fast as we could, of course I grabbed her hand, before another one dies.
"Tik tok, defective" said Cupcake through the speakers secretly installed on the walls. Finally, Jane and I found a door. We entered hoping to find the secret room, but it was a labyrinth.