The Alpha Twins Delimma

Chapter6

In our cramped cage, Bianca's words had weight. I began to have a tiny hope that I might finally be able to alert Bustane to the Hunters' trap. However, even that possibility truly scared me.

Who knows what might happen to us if our strategy fails and the hunters find out? I was worried, but not to the point that Bustane's life was in jeopardy because of me.

"What's the plan?" I moved up closer and brought up Bianca's plight. "How do we get a message to Bustane without the Hunters knowing?"

Bianca had a determined yet somber appearance. "We need to be a distraction, something that will make the guards stay away, long enough for one of us to fall out of."

My eyebrows went up. "So what happens next? We're shut off from the street and stuck here."

"Not at all," Bianca answered quietly. She raised her hand when I proceeded to ask more questions.

They are better off with less knowledge. If they catch us..."

She didn't have to finish. We both knew it was going to be bad. I shivered but nodded firmly.

"Okay. What should I do?"

As Bianca explained her daring plan, I was impressed with her quick thinking. Part of me wondered about her history with Bustane, What happened to make this happen? But those questions were for another time.

My task was simple but not easy- I had to make enough noise to lure the guards into the cell so that Bianca could slip out unnoticed. She said she knew a way to get Bustane released by the Hunters.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, getting ready. "If something goes wrong..."

"It's not like we're evil for no reason," Bianca stated firmly. "Maybe this is our only chance, Luna. We have to try.

"She was correct. It meant that we couldn't just ignore a potential danger. If there was even the smallest possibility of alerting Bustane before the situation became impossible, we should take the chance without thinking.

I inhaled deeply and nodded at Bianca. "All right. Come on, let's do it."

I threw myself on the ground, clutching my stomach while I cried out in pretend pain. Bianca ran to the entrance of her cell.

"Guards!" she cried out in a frightful tone. "Guards, come on! There's a problem with the girl!"

There was complete silence for a minute. Then there was a sound of heavy footfall outside the hallway. I forced myself not to hold my breath while I focused on seeming unwell.

The apartment door swung shut noisily. Two large, strong hunters hurried in, having readied their weapons. I was lying on the floor looking red-faced for all to see.

"What's going on here?" One demanded in frustration

Bianca gave me a signal and hurled herself at the hunters while throwing a sharp stone. Even though her physique was smaller than theirs, her strike caught them off guard. I was shocked and horrified by her tenacity as I watched.

Go, Luna!" Bianca yelled, even as a hunter pinned her down. "Now! Hurry!"

My heart pounded, but I didn't wait. While the guards were busy, I sprinted through the open door and into the dark corridor outside. The path ahead was gloomy, but I couldn't stop.

As I ran, I hoped Bianca's plan would work. That somehow I could find Bustane and stop this nightmare before it was too late. Before any more innocent lives got caught up in it.

With my feet banging on the hard floor, I dashed along the dimly lit hallway. I didn't slow down even though it looked like the dark shadows were closing in on me. I needed to keep going, needed to get out of this awful location.

Despite my heart racing and my lungs burning, I continued. Bianca sacrificed everything to provide me with this opportunity. I could not allow her sacrifice to go in vain.

The corridor split into two directions up ahead. I slid to a stop, squinting in the low light. Which direction should I go? I had no instructions from Bianca.

Luna, please consider this! I tried to quiet my rushing thoughts by taking a few deep breaths. If I were the Hunters, which path would I least expect a prisoner to take?

The route on the left appeared broad and less dark. It was the more obvious course of action. So maybe the narrower path to the right was the better choice?

After making my choice, I went down the appropriate hallway. As I went down, the air became more humid and slanted. Was this how Bianca had intended for me to go? I began to feel doubt seep in and my steps faltered.

No, I can't second-guess myself now. I shook my head firmly. Bianca risked it all so I could get out and warn Bustane. I had to stay focused, stay strong.

The path became flat, and I found myself in some kind of basement space. Shelves and boxes were lined up against the walls, and there was a thick metal door on the far side. My heart beat faster - could that be the way out?

Moving quickly and quietly, I gathered the rusty ring and the torn piece of rope from the pile. Then I went to the door and threaded the ring onto the rope to make a kind of improvised tool to pick the lock.

My arm trembled from nerves as I began to move the rough tool back and forth in the lock. Without speaking, I begged, "Please work, please work." I'm very close!

For what seemed like forever, the lock stayed in place. Right before I gave up, I felt it move a little. I persisted and attempted to open it one more.