Page 4 of Psychological War
“The first thing I’m doing when we get out of here is showering and then eating anything I can get my hands on.” She continued brushing my black hair with her fingers. “I think I could honestly eat a whole cow at this point.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but any physical movement honestly hurt.
“Where are you from?” she asked.
I almost lied, but she already knew my name. And at this point I was too tired to care.
“Mississippi,” I whispered.
“I would love to visit it there. Maybe one day I can. I’m originally from Springfield, Massachusetts.” She sighed. “I live in Moscow now with my husband. He’s pretty scary, but he’s nice to me. Sometimes in the beginning I wondered why he was nice to me, but he told me it was love at first sight. Matteo bought me, but Dimitri saved me fr—”
BOOM.
Mila jumped up, which caused me to land on my side. Grunting in pain, I looked around before what sounded like another explosion.Fuck.
“I know I don’t know you, but you can come with us,” Mila blurted out before the sound of a gun rang out.
Jumping to my feet I looked at Mila. She was a few inches taller than me, but just as skinny. Her face was covered in dirt, but I could still see freckles covering her entire face, arms, and legs. Her hair was a complete mess, but in a way, she was still beautiful.
“I can’t come with you,” I said, shaking my head. I could try and get her to the point where she would be able to get out, but I couldn’t go with her.
“Salem, please!” she begged, grabbing hold of my hands. “I can’t leave knowing what they’ll do to you.”
Shaking my head again, I said, “Mila, I can get you out, but I’m not. I can’t leave.”
Hurt, sadness, and worry passed over her face. But I didn’t need all of that. I didn’t know why she would be hurt. We’d known each other for maybe two days. She didn’t need to worry about me.
“Mila, I appreciate your offering, and I would love nothing more than to just walk out of this place with you. But I have…” I trailed off. I couldn’t tell her.
“Okay, I understand,” she muttered under her breath, dropping my hands. She backed away slowly, putting some distance between us.
“Okay, they’ll come in here soon and I’ll need you to stick close to me. Listen to everything I tell you, do you und—” I was cut off from the side door banging open, Jose stepping in.
“Let’s go!” he snapped. Smirking at him, I stepped in front of her, blocking the view of her. “Stupid bitch, you want another fucking beat down!” Jose stepped forward to try and backhand me. It was fucking time.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, I twisted, breaking the bone. He screamed in pain. I grabbed hold of his knife that was sticking from his back pocket. Twisting him around, I yanked the knife back before drilling it into his throat. He didn’t have time to react or think before I shoved his body down. Turning around to Mila I caught her eyes that widened down at the now dead Jose back to me. As quickly as she looked scared, she nodded her head and stepped forward.
“Stay close,” I whispered. Mila didn’t speak as I looked into the hallway. I could still hear the sound of guns shooting out from above us. I knew we were in the basement, so now it was just time to find Donato and then get out of here.
She kept close the whole time we walked between the hallways, leading to a set of stairs. I had no idea where any of the guards were, but they all seemed preoccupied with whatever was happening upstairs.
Keeping close to the wall, I continued on my way. Mila kept up by holding onto the back of my dirt covered shirt. As soon as she touched my back, I almost slammed my fist into her face. I hated anyone touching me, especially my back. My inside burned with the need to snatch her hand away, but I knew this was the only way to get her out of here safe.
Once we reached the top of the stairs, I slowly opened the door. Looking out, I could see parts of the wall on the floor, and everything looked destroyed. There was barely any light. Most of the walls were now falling apart. A few dead bodies laid around, gunshot wounds covering their body.
“HEY, GET BACK!” someone screamed from our left. Glancing over, Hugo and a few guards had their guns trained at the side door. Hugo was stuck between aiming his own gun at the door and us.
Grabbing the handle of the knife, I threw it, my shoulder aching in pain. The knife flew through the air, lodging in Hugo’s throat. Before his body hit the ground, I rushed forward yanking the AR-15. The other guards were blind to what was even happening behind them. I checked the magazine before taking aim. Four guards dropped dead, leaving Mila and me alone.
“Wow, you really know how to work that,” Mila whispered from behind me. Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as I shifted through the dead bodies on the ground. Opening the side door, I walked through with Mila still at my back. This room was barely lit like the rest of this place. Pointing to the corner I nodded my head towards it. Mila rushed forward before kneeling down and tucking herself back.
Scanning the room, I took in the large, empty area. All the walls were a pale gray color, and a dirt floor, with a broken ceiling light. Just as I was about to tell Mila to stay there, the door we’d just walked through banged open.
“YOU!” one of them screamed in Spanish. Yes, it was me, me who was going to kill him and make sure he knew it was me who finally got him. “Put the gun down now, fucking whore.”
Shaking my head, I smirked before shooting both knees. He screamed out, and his gun dropped to the ground. The other three took aim, but I was faster. Shooting the other three dead, the one on the ground began screaming, “AHH, YOU FUCKING WHORE!'' His words were mixed between English and Spanish.
Looking closer, I realized it was Nero, the bastard that liked to come in and burn my legs along with my arms.