doctor’s arms and nearly fall to the floor. A steadying hand around my arm saves me. “You’re not quite ready for a hike yet,” he says.
“Just give me a minute,” I say, trying to catch my breath. The space we came out in isn’t a whole lot bigger than the tunnel, but it’s big enough to give me some relief. That’s the important thing.
Brielle flicks on the light so we can see where we are. The room is a large supply closet. There are buckets and brooms lined up against the wall and the air reeks with the scent of chemicals and cleaners.
“Yes, please, let’s wait for the princess to finish having her panic attack so we can move on towards the next one,” Brielle says, putting her lock picking tools back in her backpack.
If she hates me so much then why is she supposedly saving me? “Did your parents raise you to be a bitch or did you strive for it all on your own?” I ask.
She smirks. “My parents raised me that way. Every night at dinner my sister and I had to name at least three bitchy things we did that day or we didn’t get dessert. This way.” She turns towards the door and opens it without having to unlock it. Apparently there’s no perceived threat to the brooms that would make someone lock them in.
Finally able to cover my ass with the hospital gown, I take a step to follow her. It’s a little unsteady, but I stay upright. The doctor still has his hand on my good arm though.
The closet opens up into a narrow dark hallway. At the end of it is a door with a bright red exit sign above it and a sign that says ‘parking garage’. I sigh in relief. This nightmare is almost over.
Chapter 7 – The Chase
With her hand on the door handle, Brielle stops short as she looks through the small glass window. “Fucking genies. How the hell did they get here first? I hope you’re ready for this.”
When she opens the door, our eyes follow hers and I have to stifle a scream. I think she’s mixing up her mythology. Those aren’t genies. Those are demons. Big, black, grotesque demons with blue eyes. Just like the one I hit with my car. She expects us to go out there with them?
“I knew parking where there weren’t any security cameras was going to bite me in the ass,” Brielle mumbles as she pulls something from her shirt.
“What in god’s name are they,” the doctor asks looking at the demon beings. His face is the picture of horrified awe.
“Fucking genies are what they are,” Brielle says and puts a whistle to her lips.
“A rape whistle? You think a rape whistle is going to save us from those…things?” I ask her. They’re only about ten yards away from us now.
She pauses before blowing. “Not a rape whistle, a dog whistle.”
“You’re going to blow a whistle that humans can’t hear and expect it to do something?”
She shakes her head and looks at us like we just fell off the ‘your mom hated you because you’re so freakin’ stupid’ truck. “Humans don’t need to hear it. They do.”
She fills her cheeks with air and blows on the whistle like she’s trying to blow up an inner tube. Instantly, the genies as she called them are covering their ears and falling to their knees. Is that blood squirting from their eyes? Gross. I really wish I didn’t see that.
Brielle continues to blow into her whistle as she points to a camouflage painted jeep with black writing on the back that says, ‘Ha ha, I can see you but you can’t see me’. It seems exactly like the type of vehicle Brielle would drive. But it’s not exactly inconspicuous for a getaway.
The genies are struggling back to their feet as we make a mad dash for the jeep. If these demon-like things really are genies, then whoever wrote Arabian Nights got it all wrong. There’s no way anyone would get close
“Just give me a minute,” I say, trying to catch my breath. The space we came out in isn’t a whole lot bigger than the tunnel, but it’s big enough to give me some relief. That’s the important thing.
Brielle flicks on the light so we can see where we are. The room is a large supply closet. There are buckets and brooms lined up against the wall and the air reeks with the scent of chemicals and cleaners.
“Yes, please, let’s wait for the princess to finish having her panic attack so we can move on towards the next one,” Brielle says, putting her lock picking tools back in her backpack.
If she hates me so much then why is she supposedly saving me? “Did your parents raise you to be a bitch or did you strive for it all on your own?” I ask.
She smirks. “My parents raised me that way. Every night at dinner my sister and I had to name at least three bitchy things we did that day or we didn’t get dessert. This way.” She turns towards the door and opens it without having to unlock it. Apparently there’s no perceived threat to the brooms that would make someone lock them in.
Finally able to cover my ass with the hospital gown, I take a step to follow her. It’s a little unsteady, but I stay upright. The doctor still has his hand on my good arm though.
The closet opens up into a narrow dark hallway. At the end of it is a door with a bright red exit sign above it and a sign that says ‘parking garage’. I sigh in relief. This nightmare is almost over.
Chapter 7 – The Chase
With her hand on the door handle, Brielle stops short as she looks through the small glass window. “Fucking genies. How the hell did they get here first? I hope you’re ready for this.”
When she opens the door, our eyes follow hers and I have to stifle a scream. I think she’s mixing up her mythology. Those aren’t genies. Those are demons. Big, black, grotesque demons with blue eyes. Just like the one I hit with my car. She expects us to go out there with them?
“I knew parking where there weren’t any security cameras was going to bite me in the ass,” Brielle mumbles as she pulls something from her shirt.
“What in god’s name are they,” the doctor asks looking at the demon beings. His face is the picture of horrified awe.
“Fucking genies are what they are,” Brielle says and puts a whistle to her lips.
“A rape whistle? You think a rape whistle is going to save us from those…things?” I ask her. They’re only about ten yards away from us now.
She pauses before blowing. “Not a rape whistle, a dog whistle.”
“You’re going to blow a whistle that humans can’t hear and expect it to do something?”
She shakes her head and looks at us like we just fell off the ‘your mom hated you because you’re so freakin’ stupid’ truck. “Humans don’t need to hear it. They do.”
She fills her cheeks with air and blows on the whistle like she’s trying to blow up an inner tube. Instantly, the genies as she called them are covering their ears and falling to their knees. Is that blood squirting from their eyes? Gross. I really wish I didn’t see that.
Brielle continues to blow into her whistle as she points to a camouflage painted jeep with black writing on the back that says, ‘Ha ha, I can see you but you can’t see me’. It seems exactly like the type of vehicle Brielle would drive. But it’s not exactly inconspicuous for a getaway.
The genies are struggling back to their feet as we make a mad dash for the jeep. If these demon-like things really are genies, then whoever wrote Arabian Nights got it all wrong. There’s no way anyone would get close
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