He was still eye-to-eye with me. “You really do have it bad for me don’t you Friday?” He got really close, inches away and I could feel my face burning with humiliation as he said, “Just say the word if you’re that desperate, there’s a bed right there. I can show you some advantages of telekinesis.” (The mind reels in a number of directions and degrees of kink but we shan’t go there right now.)
“No? Last chance?"
I spoke very quietly my voice shaking “I’d rather shove a hedgehog up my arse you slimy, toff nosed piece of wank.”
He just smirked, “Oh we both know that’s not true now don’t we Friday, or am I mistaking you with another girl who was about to let me...” Then I did something stupid. (Surprising I know.)
I screamed.
I felt his hand clamp over my mouth, and realised the only good that would do me is, well no good. It just made him angry.
Very angry.
He spoke with no amusement in his voice at all, “Well looks like you’re ready to start the body count early.”
He released my mouth and I gasped for breath, “Please.” I was still a little hoarse from the scream. He looked cold and uninterested. “Please what Friday? Please wait, please let me go, please don’t kill me, please stop you’re hurting me?...”
I was confused and (incredibly stupidly) responded, “You’re not hurting me.” And then I screamed again, this time he was ready to cover my mouth because he knew I was going to scream. How did he know this?
Because he used his powers to make a few slices in my arm. It was like someone had taken three knives and drawn them across my skin. His tone was mocking as he said “ah-ah-ah Friday. No screaming. The point of the pain is to demonstrate that when you scream... people get hurt.” As he said the last couple of words I felt three more knives cut into my shoulder.
This time I managed not to scream.
For a second he looked serious. Almost guilty, I was probably imagining it. (How long does Stockholm syndrome take?) There was a bang on the door and we could hear someone shouting in asking if everything was alright. We heard the word “police” and Daniel looked like he always did when confronted with a problem. Like there was an unacceptable crease in his suit. (That’s to say, mildly irritated and indignant.)
He yanked me away from the door and I skinned my knees on the carpet (also lost my glasses) the door flew open and before the people on the other side had time to think, they had been thrown down the hallway. “Come along Friday no time to dally.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me through the hall of the B&B. I could hear helicopters and vehicles outside. (They move fast) He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact he was surrounded and was actually making his way to the front door. In the hallway people were opening their doors only to have them slam shut before they could peek out.
He stopped when we got to the front door, checking out the window to survey the scene and I tried to surprise him, shoving as hard as I could, so I could try to run.
It didn’t work. (Wow that’s a shocker.)
He grabbed my hair (ouch! Prick!) and pulled me round to face him. “This is not the time for you to develop a sense of initiative.” I tried to push away from him but he tightened his grip. “It would be a shame if you forced me to kill you. After all I do have you to thank for my freedom.” He pulled me to the door and I don’t know what gave me the courage (or stupidity, your choice) to do this but I blurted (or begged, again your choice.) “Please don’t kill them!”
He stopped and looked at me actually surprised, “Excuse me?” He let go of my hair. “What on earth makes you think that you can ask me for a favour? Especially that favour, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve killed someone?” Then he paused. Smiled (not a good sign) and said, “Alright Friday, I won’t kill them… but you have to give me something in return.” (Danger!! Danger!!)
Outside I could hear shouting, maybe it was my mind playing tricks but I was sure I heard Katie; I asked, “What do you want?” He had an evil grin on his face. Suddenly he grabbed my hair again saying, “You’ll find out later.” And the door swung open…
After that everything’s blurry, literally, no glasses. (Hehe.) There was chaos and shouting, shooting that seemed to stop when they realised …telekinesis!! Also an attempt to shoot him with a dart full of the power-stopping drug (That didn’t go down well) and a huge van being tossed about like a football.
Oh and everyone’s guns fell to pieces. (Which is an efficient way to communicate, “Don’t fuck with me.”)
I would be able to go into more detail if I had been wearing my glasses… also if I hadn’t been cowering with my arms covering my face when the chaos started. (Everyone knows arms= perfect defence against bullets) In the end Daniel got away and no one was killed…
Except John… kind of.
…aaaand as you can probably guess, I’m not in jail.
Everyone thinks I was just a hostage again. Which I guess is understandable. (I’m an unlikely criminal mastermind) It also helps that the security footage of the escape is gone…
…which is probably something I should be concerned about.
… and the fact I owe a favour to Daniel, bloody prick. I doubt he’s the kind of person who forgets that sort of thing.
As usual… Bugger!
