Chapter 103
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With a swift movement I pulled out the crown letting the blood that was clogged freely gush out- splattering my face and my dress under as I stared brazenly in his eyes that resembled the ones of a dead fish. His body swayed to the side; landing limply on the ground, letting the blood that refused to stop flowing turn the floor into a sea of blood.
With the crown still in my grasp I used my other arm to propel me off the ground. Half in daze I fixed my dress, using my hands to smooth the wrinkles down. They came to a prompt halt when I noticed that I was creating a long red smudged trail on the skirt.
Blinking obtuse I muttered, "Huh?" and brought my hands closer to my face to inspect them, turning them around. My pupils shrunk into small dots and shook, viewing the palms that were painted in blood that started to turn sticky.
As if waking up from a long nightmare just to be put in to a new one I couldn't stop the turbulence that started to occur in my body. My vision kept blurring and unblurring as I hesitantly turned my head to stare down at the empty husk that was just a few seconds ago full of life.
The feelings in my fingers got lost and the crown slide out of my hold, landing with a splash in the blood soaked floor. Not being able to support my body weight from shock my legs gave out letting me slump down on the floor as I stared blankly at the dead body in front of me and when the information what had happened finally registered in my mind I had to cover my mouth with my hands to stifle down the angst filled scream.
Tears threatened to come out as my mind was warred with utter confusion and guilt. "W-What happened?" My hands glide up the side of my face weaving themselves up in my hair, clutching a handful of it- coating the strands with the red thick liquid as I felt my heart overriding the speed limit.
Did I do this? I only remembered the man pushing me down and then I saw my stepdad and then everything became hazy; only the feeling of wanting to get rid him of was left behind, but I never meant to kill him…I…oh God. What have I done?
I took a big gulp of air, closing my eyes before exhaling again. "No." I muttered to myself. Now is not the time to have a mental breakdown. I reminded myself, opening my eyes into a pair of small cracks I peered at the lifeless body before closing them shut again- letting my nose inhale the iron scented air before exhaling it out through my mouth. Repeating that action a few times with my eyes still closed I said under my breath, "Okay." before opening my eyes; forcing back the nauseous feeling at the sight of the corpse and instead started to glance around to room as I rose back up on my feet.
I need to get out of this room before this room will be filled by those misogyny piece of craps. But I can't just run out of the room. If this man made it all the way here then it means that the others must be near too and I still don't have something to protect myself with.
Cursing under my breath while nibbling on my thumb I was anxiously pacing through the room mazing my brain around for any ideas, before my eyes landed on the gun that was resting inside the holster of its now dead owner who was lying on its side.
My feet carried me towards the body until I stood in front of it, casting my eyes down at the side profile of it. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth I grimaced as I viewed the horrified-stricken face of the masked man, as if he was frozen in time. Ripping my eyes away from his face I aimed my focus back on the goal, his gun and crouched down on the floor, placing my hand shakily on the gun.
I am not going to get cursed by doing this, right? I wondered before pulling the gun out of its holster. As soon as I acquired the gun I stood up and swiftly backed away from the corpse, breathing rapidly and shallow as I clutched the weapon against my chest. Trying to regulate my breathing back to normal I took a deep breath.
Okay I've got something to protect myself with so now I just need to get out of the room, but then I am still stuck with the problem that there is a high chance that I am going to bump in to another masked person. What if I meet them in a group by accident? I may have a gun, but I don't even know how many bullets I got left- heck I don't even know how to use a gun! They can easily overpower me if they all gang up on me with their own weapons. But staying here means another unlucky confrontation that may end up even worse than the one that I just went through, so no matter what I have to get out.
"How can I get away without being spotted on their radar?" I questioned myself before my eyes landed on something which brought laughter to my lips. "Haha!" I guess lady luck has decided to come back to me. My eyes was trained at the grill vent that was next below the bookcase in the corner. The size of it seems big enough for someone of my stature to crawl through. Nobody will think that I am in the vent and even if they would they wouldn't fit inside anyway and with this I am able to reach Mark easier and safer!
Wanting to go to the vent I stride excitedly, but quickly stopped mid-step and glanced down at my feet that felt sticky from the blood. Frowning I raised up one of my foot and inspected thoughtfully.
'They will know that I went through the vent following my bloody footprints.' Placing my foot back down I twirled around trying to find something that I could use to wipe off the blood under my feet. Nothing that could help caught my eyes and instead shifted my attention to my gown, taking the skirt in my hands.
Letting my eyes roam around it I mumbled, "This should work." And in a swift movement ripped skirt part of my dress and used the fabric of it to wipe my feet and while I was at it also my hands and face. Tossing the bloodied cloth on the ground I finally made my way to the grill vent and crouched in front of it. Latching my finger under the edge of it I tried to pry it off, pulling on it with all my strength as I pressed the sole of my feet against the wall as support.
"Urgh…!" I groaned through gritted teeth as I felt no movement in the grill. Huffing I let it go. "Why wouldn't it budge?" I said between each breath and groaned annoyed when I noticed the screws that was on each corner.
Face-palming my myself at the one-sided tug-and-war game I exasperate, "Of course."
'What now? There's no tools in this room to open this-' My mind trailed off when I realized that there was a tool that I could use. My eyes widens and I snapped my head around, staring intensely at the object laying on the ground and my lips pulled into a grin.
My crown that I used to stab the man with had sharp points- sharp enough to perhaps loosen the screws and remove the grill of the vent. Not wasting anymore seconds I reached for the crown and immediately started to unscrew the screws; hearing the bolts clattering as they fell down on the other side of the lid. I exhaled relieved seeing that it worked.
Placing the crown on the floor I pried off the lid of the vent and went on all fours, my head already going inside the vent. Peering inside I was met with a dark void, making it seem like the depths of the vent was endless creating an unsettling dooming feeling in the pits of my stomach. Gulping back a lump in my throat I started to scrawl inside taking the crown with me, begging with a wobbly voice like a broken record as the darkness slowly enveloped me, "Please let there be no spiders, please let there be no spider, please let there be no spiders,"
