Into the deep

CHAPTER 8 — Rescue Becky

I walked over to the door. I mean, they forgot to turn off the lights — maybe they forgot to lock the door too.

I tried the doorknob. Damn. It was locked. I should’ve known — I can’t be that lucky.

But I formulated a plan in my head. Next time they came in, I was going to full-on attack them.

Hours passed. Days even. And no one came in. I was about to give up, but then I heard the door unlock.

“This is my chance,” I said to myself. As soon as that door opened, I was attacking NO MATTER WHAT.

These people had hurt me and my friends enough. No longer would they do that.

The door opened — and I went to attack.

But it wasn’t them.

It was Becky.

I froze.

I froze because I knew this was no mistake. There was no way she escaped. And I was right, because seconds later I got blasted across the room by lightning.

“What are you doing, Becky?” I asked. “It’s me, Katie. Don’t you remember?”

God knows how long she’d been here. They probably had full control of her.

Maybe that’s what the IV was for — to make you forget everything, so they could rebuild you into a complete weapon.

I got blasted again as she said, “Come on. Get up and fight me.”

“What? You’re my best friend. I’m not going to fight my best friend.”

“You’re no friend,” she said. “A friend wouldn’t have left me in that closet.”

Wait… she remembered that?

I got blasted again.

“Please stop, Becky,” I said. “You’re hurting me. We can get out of here together.”

“Hurting you? What I’m trying to do is end you. Only one of us is leaving this room alive — and I promise you it’ll be me.”

“Please, Becky, it doesn’t have to be this way. We can both survive.”

“Surviving is what I’m trying to do. Now get up and fight me, you pathetic little weasel.”

“No. You’ll have to kill me. I’m not fighting my friend.”