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Chapter 16 - Escape 2

*CONTENT WARNING* violence, swearing

Hanging up the phone, Amon looked over at Rosalyn.

"They said they would need some time to figure out where we are and send someone to help. They want us to find a safe place to hide in the vicinity and lay low until they arrive."

"We should do that then," Rosalyn consented.

"Did you hear that, we will soon be safe," she gently told the child in her arms.

"Do you think you could give me your name now?" she tried again, hoping for the child to respond.

Unfortunately, the young boy only shook his head against her shoulder, not saying a word.

"We should leave this place now, there is no telling if the police will even show up…" Amon said in a sulky tone.

As she heard his words, she unconsciously nodded her head. She was of the same mind; they had no way of knowing if the police would show up.

Even if they did, would they actually be of help? There was way too much bureaucracy involved with getting help from the police, she grumbled internally.

Then, as if just perceiving what she had just thought, she furrowed her brows.

What did she have against the police? She had never had any bad interactions with any police officers, so why did she instantly feel so discontent about them. She had been the one to initially make the call to ask for help, so why was she suddenly against it…?

Feeling a new bout of headache coming, she simply stopped thinking about it and stepped towards the door leading out of the room.

She hadn't stayed in this basement for long, but she couldn't wait to get out. Outside the door was a dusty hallway leading to a pair of stairs. Seems the room they had been in was the only one in the basement.

As she was about to step on the first step of the stairs, Amon suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Startled by him stopping her, Rosalyn turned her head to look at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I should go first," he simply stated, before moving past her.

Nodding her head, she waited until he was a few steps ahead before following after him.

She wasn't sure why, but she felt a strong sense of security following behind this young man.

He wasn't that much taller than her, obviously younger and they didn't actually know each other, but still, she felt safe with him. It was an unexplainable feeling.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, they entered what was probably a room the kidnappers had used for recreational purposes.

There was a small TV in front of an old sofa, a coffee table with playing cards, as well as a pool table. The room was almost as worn down as the basement, but it was clear that the room was used regularly.

So, this wasn't just any random house they had found to stash them but might actually be their hideout.

If it truly was the latter, they needed to quickly get away before more of their accomplices returned. 

Amon was currently rummaging through the cabinets on the wall, seemingly looking for something.

"Amon, we should get out of here," Rosalyn started, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

No sooner than she said it, a man came in from the opposite door, gun in hand.

"How the fuck did you get up here?!" he yelled, looking over them. Seeing Amon covered in blood, his eyes contracted as he raised the gun.

"You motherfuckers! What the fuck did you do?!" he bellowed before shooting against Amon.

Amon quickly dodged towards the sofa, using it for cover. She heard him screaming something towards her, but she couldn't register what he was saying. It was as if time was moving in slow motion.

She moved on instinct. She quickly put the child down before running up against the shooter. Her hands and feet, no longer her own, attacked the shooter from the side, tackling him to the ground.

Having been suddenly tackled to the ground, the man quickly readjusted himself, pointing the gun towards Rosalyn. She tried to block his hand as a shot went off, grazing her shoulder.

No time to feel the pain, Rosalyn wrestled for the gun, trying to take it away from him.

A few more shots went off in their scuffle, before Amon arrived with knife in hand, ending the life of the man beneath her. Where he had found the knife she had no idea, but she felt thankful, nonetheless.

Rosalyn, rolling off the now lifeless man, tried catching her breath.

She didn't know what came over her, but before she even had the time to think, she was already rushing towards the assailant.

"How could you do something so dangerous?!" Amon suddenly berated from the side.

"Do you have any idea of how dangerous it could have been? Why didn't you run back down the stairs as I told you? What if he had shot you?!"

Rosalyn just looked at him, needing some time to register his words. "I couldn't hear you," she started, breathing out heavily. "When he raised his gun, it was as my body had a mind of its own, not giving me any time to think… I just put the kid down- ".

Suddenly remembering the child, Rosalyn hastily threw herself around looking for the child.

There had been so many shots going off in their scuffle. What if one of them hit the child.

Getting to her feet and not seeing the child anywhere, Rosalyn could feel an increasingly rapid beating in her chest. Her mind buzzing with worry, she yelled out for the child, no thoughts concerning around if there were other assailants nearby.

What if something had happened? What if the child was bleeding out? Or worse…

The child might already be dead…