Page 107 of Equilibrium
“You have to start counting, silly.”
“Oh, shit, right.”
“You said a bad word!” he exclaimed. Oh, kid. You were surrounded by badass bikers and now you were calling me out because I said shit. Fucking seriously?
“Sorry, darling. That’s going to be another one of our secrets. Okay?”
He seemed to think about it for a second, but just nodded again. “Okay.”
“Alrighty then. One,” I started counting. “Two, three...” Before I could get to four, the little boy turned around and ran outside. Crisis fucking averted.
I opened the door not wasting another second. I couldn’t slam the door, no matter how much I wanted to, so I closed it slowly, cringing at the click sound the door produced.
I ran over the front lawn, but my distracted ass didn’t see the guard running toward me.
“Fuck!”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I had no idea who this guy was. Even from the distance, I could see that he was much taller than me, way heavier as well. What the fuck did these people eat for breakfast? His muscles seemed to have muscles, and the scowl on his face told me that I was in more trouble than I wanted to be.
I could see the bikes parked just behind him—my ticket to freedom.
Sorry, honey. This bitch won’t get locked up again.
“Prez said that you have to stay inside,” he said as he came closer, and I could see that he wasn’t much older than me. One of the prospects most probably.
“Your prez can go fuck himself.”
“Wha—”
I increased my pace and slammed into him at full force. In any other situation, this would’ve been a reckless thing to do, but he obviously didn’t expect me to continue running. We fell to the ground, his head hitting the pavement.
Ouch. That even hurt me.
He grabbed my hips, trying to throw me off of him, but I couldn’t allow him that. With all my strength, I pushed his hands down, feeling the sweat trickling down my back.
Damn, my stamina was shit.
“What the fuck are yo—”
I didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence before I slammed my head to his, hitting the bridge of his nose with my forehead.
Sonofabitch.
That fucking hurt. Black spots danced in front of me, but the dude on the ground kept struggling.
Second time must be better. I slammed my head again and this time his eyes shut down.
Ding-ding-ding, bingo again.
I left him lying there, unconscious, but at least he was alive. I usually didn’t do it like this, but he was just a minor hiccup in my brilliant plan.
Hah, brilliant my ass.
My head was throbbing, and I could swear that I gave myself a minor concussion as well. Fuck it, if I fell off the bike somewhere on the road it would be better than dying here or at the hands of the Nightingales.
Better yet, I didn’t want to end up in my father’s clutches again, and if Storm was working with him, that was definitely going to happen.
