“And I’ll make good on it, don’t worry.” Duncan softened his voice. “What you’ll see me do… I might do stuff you won’t ever forget in your life, and maybe, by the time we’re out of here, you won’t even want to be near me.”
Spencer’s heart raced. “Kill…”
Duncan flinched. “Yeah… I’m sure I’ll have to…”
“You killed before, so…”
“Not in front of you. Knowing that I did it won’t be the same as seeing me do it.” A small sadness in him that he would lose a piece of Spencer, no matter what. Maybe Spencer too.
“I don’t give a shit if it gets us out of here.”
Duncan just gave him a bitter smile, musing a bit, the food finding his blood. He felt better, more focused, even if his shoulder was killing him, he pushed it back. Not life-threatening, so it didn’t matter. He fished the hair pin he had stashed near his lower gum out with his tongue, and spat it softly near his hands. He couldn’t look back but searched with his fingers until he found it. Straightening it, even if his wrists had rubbed raw and his fingers were numb, he managed to twist it into a make-shift lock pick.
“Now… If I manage to free us, you still have to pretend we’re tied up, ok?”
Spencer nodded, wild with fear. Watching Duncan twist his wrists around with great pain, trying to open his cuffs.
An eternity, until Spencer saw him pry them open, shake his wrists out as he brought his hands to the front. Those wrists lined with blood as he had cut them open trying to wriggle them free.
Grinning above that fatigue and pain. “Perfect…” He listened but there was silence on the other side of the door, so he slid to Spencer, leaning above him to open his cuffs too.
Spencer just leant on his shoulder, soaking in his scent, his warmth. Clutching at him when he felt his wrists being free.
Duncan laced his arms around that trembling body. His lips on Spencer’s soaked neck. “We don’t have time. Sit back and put your hands behind your back. Don’t let them see that you’re free.” He pushed him away but still cupped his face, kissing him, wide. Trying to soothe him, feeling him sob in his mouth.
Duncan wiped his tears off. “Please… it will be fine. I promised you.”
Spencer nodded, unable to talk and sat back, putting his hands behind his back whilst Duncan did the same. Closing his eyes too, Spencer wondered if he was catching some sleep.
He drifted off too, without the cuffs biting into his wrists.
The door.
Spencer jolted awake, watching the man step in. His heart had started pounding so hard he feared it could be heard in that small room.
Watching the man stand over Duncan. “How is everything?”
The rest, like a dream, or a nightmare. Spencer watched Duncan shoot to his feet, like a silent shadow, grabbing the man, his hands around the man’s head. A soft crack. Barely audible as that lifeless body collapsed on the ground.
Duncan took the knife off the man’s belt and stabbed it between his eyes. “Told you, pal…” Yanking the knife out, he found some keys on the man and a gun. He took them, and stepped to Spencer, pulling him up, that trembling body.
Spencer could barely breathe, in shock. Feeling Duncan’s heat, that soft whisper. “Follow me. Never stop, ok?”
Trying to process what he had seen, he felt faint and sick, that corpse at their feet. Wincing at the pain when Duncan grabbed his arm.
“Focus… ok? Just follow me.” Tugging him, hoping that the pain would jolt Spencer out of his trans.
A corridor outside, some sort of underground, maybe. Duncan had no clue, hoping there were no cameras. Hurrying down in it, under a few neon lights to a door. Closed. He took the keyring, trying some keys. Voices then as he opened it. Gun shots. He flung Spencer in front of him as the door opened onto dark woods. Fortunately, the moon shone, and that birthing dawn light, so they could see somewhat. He pushed Spencer in the back.
“Run! Run, don’t look back!”
Spencer obeyed, gunshots tearing the night apart. Duncan firing back, maybe, but he could not see, drenched in panic.
Running into the woods, stumbling more than once as his clothes tore on branches and tree trunks. Heaving, as he was not used to running at all, feeling Duncan behind him, pushing him in the back to help him. More shots. Their labored breaths.Run, run.Spencer was trying but his body was giving up. He sobbed, falling to his knees.
Duncan yanked him up, holding him tight. “Run! Don’t stop!”
“I… I can’t…”
