High School Hostages

Chapter Thirty-Three: Thalia
I ran.

I ran as fast as my little legs would allow.

I ran as I slipped the drawstring bag off my shoulders and held it in front of me, fishing out pencils and hackey sacks and throwing them behind myself blindly. They were in no way, shape or form effective.

I spared another look behind myself while I continued to high-tail it. There was still eight of them, but something was off. A bit of light that shouldn't have been there easily caught my eye. I looked down at the knife one of the biker's was wielding, then glanced at his face. We made eye contact for a brief moment, but it was enough.

Enough for me to realise what I'd actually gotten myself into. Enough to make me realise that I'd made a mistake.

Enough to make me fear for my life.

Turning my head to face forwards again, I knew I had to make a decision. I didn't care if it was a split-second one, I had to get myself out of this situation. I broke out into a full sprint and rounded a left-turn corner. There was a corridor, not unlike most in the school, with walls littered with blue doors. I rushed to the fourth one on my right, flung open the door, scrambled inside, and shut it behind me. I clung to it and frantically evaluated my options.

I was in a science lab.

There were windows.

Another blue door.

Windows would take too long to jimmy open and climb out of, and I was already wasting precious time. I knew that the door was going to lead to a small supply closet, and it was my best bet.

I dodged the tables which jutted out of the side walls of the classroom. My only hope was that I had thrown the gang off my scent for a little while. I entered the small supply closet and turned the lock on my side of the door. I backed into the corner and waited.

It had to have been at least ten minutes before the classroom door opened again, and the sound of footsteps filled the room and seeped through the crack under the closet door. I listened as the steps drew near then backed away several times over, and at one point someone stood right in front of my door. I held my breath and silently prayed that they would leave. The footsteps all backed away from my door, and I heard the lab door creak open once more.

DING DING.

My heart dropped, and I fumbled for my phone. The steps got quicker and closer and I managed to punch "DECLINE" on the screen, but not before they were standing in front of my door.

The only thing that separated us now was an inch and a half thick piece of wood.

I almost had though they'd silently left because my breathing was all I could hear.

THUD THUD THUD

I very nearly had a heart attack right then and there, but instead threw myself back onto the back wall of the closet.

'Come out, come out, little piggie,' a gruff voice taunted. It sounded like long-term tobacco addiction had taken its toll on this individual. He- or who I presumed was the person who had just spoken- coughed horrendously for a second or two then another BANG on the door.

I looked at my phone again, which had a message on the lock screen.

1 MISSED CALL: Percy Jackson

I cursed. I knew it. I knew he'd be the one who would ultimately get me killed- the dumb jock.

Another THUD- this time further down. A kick. It continued while I unlocked my phone and texted Percy quickly.

Locked in a closet. Room 338. Please come quickly. BE CAREFUL.

I sank down to my knees and sighed as quietly as I could. How did I manage to get myself into this? I ran a hand through my short, jet-black hair. I tugged on the small section in the front that I had dyed electric blue to match my eyes.

It was a full minute before my phone buzzed,

Will come on my way

I texted back, baffled:

On your way to what?

Only ten seconds this time:

Dw, be there soon

I slipped my phone into the back pocket of a black ripped jeans. The loud kicking had softened in volume, so it was less of a bashing rather than a rhythmic tapping. But with his foot.

This is it, I thought to myself. I didn't have the time- I couldn't wait for Percy, who obviously had his mind on other things. I pulled my phone out again and unlocked it. I had to scroll through my call log for a while; after all, this person and I hadn't talked in a long while, but I guess there was reason behind it. What better reason to reconcile than over life-or-death?

I found the number I wanted, got into a message chat and texted:

I need a desperate favour.

Helloooo

Every Friday- as promised.

22.56

I don't have a heap to say except that I've started up proper classes for year 11 this week- which isn't fun at all.

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