off the pedestal and hurried (as much as possible while
pretending to be a zombie) over to Nicholas. One of the men scanned our necks
and led us to the line for our machine. This time, when we got inside, at least
I’d know what to expect.
Going back to the warehouse was the same as the ride over. Even though
there was a camera, I figured they probably weren’t watching us. I braced
myself against the wall just as the room became illuminated with that blinding
white light. The violent shaking was worse than it had been on the first ride
in this contraption, but since I had prepared myself I managed to stay upright
this time.
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than a minute. We were back at
the warehouse. And no sign of the two gatekeepers. Was
there no one guarding us?
Apparently Nicholas was thinking the same thing as me. “I don’t think
we’re being watched. But either way, let’s go before they teleport these
bastards out of here,” he hissed, shooting me a sideways glance.
Everyone else in the room was just standing around lifelessly. At first
Nicholas walked in that slow, dazed, stagger, but as we got closer to the door
at the other end of the warehouse, he picked up the pace.
With a quick look behind us, Nicholas grabbed the door handle. We were
almost to freedom!
“Shit,” he muttered. He turned to me. “The fucking door is locked.”
“So use that key to open it,” I said shrilly. “The one that works on
every lock!”
“Do you see a keyhole? Because
I sure don’t.”
I leaned down to study the doorknob and frame. “Oh no,” I moaned. “It
only locks from the outside! What now?”
Nicholas’ expression was hard, unwavering. “We’re getting out of this
hell hole. That’s what.”
Chapter 7
“What are you going to do?” I asked despondently. Nicholas was walking
again, back towards the center of the warehouse. I looked around nervously. By
now, if anyone were watching us, they would surely notice we weren’t under the
mind control.
Nicholas stopped in front of a massive tree trunk of a man, grabbed his
arm, and started pulling him towards the door. I followed along next to them,
too scared to ask him what he was doing again. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to
know the plan, to be honest.
When we got back to the door, Nicholas turned to the creature. “He’s an
ogre,” he explained to me. “Physically, much more powerful than a vampire. I
guarantee you he has more brute strength than all of the creatures here,
combined.”
The ogre teetered, a blank expression on his face. “Look at me,” Nicholas
commanded, but the ogre didn’t respond. Nicholas sighed in frustration.
“Let me try another way,” he muttered. Nicholas balled his hand into a
fist, raised it above his head, and pantomimed smashing it into the doorknob.
The ogre’s eyes flickered but he didn’t move. I looked around behind us. Still no sign of any gatekeepers, or any other ‘normal’ people. We’d been damned lucky so far. What would they do if they figured out we had
infiltrated their top-secret meeting? Nicholas would be killed, and I’d be
locked up until someone figured out how to torture me to death.
Nicholas grabbed the ogre’s hand and twisted his massive fingers into a
fist. He began pulling the ogre’s arm, trying to force him to smash the
doorknob.
“Do you have a plan B?” I hissed. “I don’t think this is working!”
“Just come on you stupid ogre!” Nicholas said. I could hear the panic in
his voice. This isn’t good. If Nicholas
is losing his cool, then we really are screwed.
On the third time he tried to force the ogre to break down the door, the
creature snapped his head to the side. An angry look flashed across his face. With
a bellow, he brought his fist high up in the air – but he wasn’t going to bust
open the door for us. No, he was trying to bring his fist straight down onto
Nicholas’ head.
Chapter 8
Nicholas swiftly moved out of the way and the