Desperation in Death (In Death #55)(5)
“The police? But—”
“All the others, Dorian.” In the dim, yellowish light, Mina’s soft green eyes went fierce. “We have to think of all the other girls, like us.”
Maybe she felt bad for them, but Dorian’s instinct said just get out and run.
“My parents will know what to do,” Mina told her. “They’ll come get us, no matter where we are. I miss them so much, and my stupid little brother, too. I know he’s a pest and annoying, but not always. And I know I get pissed at my parents sometimes. I mean, so clueless, right? But I never ever felt afraid until the Academy. They never ever hurt me. And your mom—”
“She’s not like them.”
“You’ve been gone all this time. She’s got to be worried. She—”
“She’s not like your parents, okay?” Everything inside Dorian hardened, coated over even the fear. “I felt afraid plenty, and she hurt me when she felt like it. If we go to the cops, they’ll send me back to her or toss me in juvie or a foster. I might as well stay here.”
“Don’t say that, don’t. My parents will take care of you, too. I promise. I swear it. Nobody’s going to screw with you. They won’t let that happen. And they won’t let these—these fucks get away with everything they did.”
Rather than argue, Dorian shrugged. Mina had plenty of smarts, but she didn’t know how the real world worked.
“Did you hear that?” Dorian’s hand vised on Mina’s.
Voices echoing, footsteps running.
“They’re coming. We need to run.”
“No, no, they’ll hear running,” Mina hissed. “Like we hear them. Keep walking, close to the tunnel wall, keep moving, but quiet, quiet. Look, look up there! A ladder in the wall. We climb up, right? It has to be a way out.”
When Mina reached it, she gripped the sides. “There’s a cover on it. We’ll need to push it off. Careful, it’s a little slippery.”
They wedged together on the narrow ladder.
“It’s not heavy. I’m taller, let me.” Dorian gritted her teeth, shoved. “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
As she used both hands to push the metal cover, Dorian’s foot slipped. Even as Mina grabbed for her, she went down, banging her knee on a rung, then feeling her ankle twist and go out from under her on the fall to the concrete.
She bit back a scream of pain as Mina pulled her up. “You’re okay, you’re all right. I see light. We have to go up now. They’re getting closer.”
She shoved Dorian up, climbed behind. “Hurry. You have to hurry.”
The pain made her sick, made her dizzy, but she climbed. Climbed into pouring rain and roaring thunder.
Mina popped out like a cork behind her, then dragged the cover back in place.
Through the storm, they saw what looked like a huddle of derelict and abandoned buildings, a couple of rusted-out cars slumped on weedy gravel, a heap of busted-up planks, a lot of trash.
It smelled like a broken recycler filled with rotten fruit.
But in the distance, lights gleamed through the wall of rain.
“That way!”
“I can’t run, Mina. I can barely walk. I maybe broke something.”
“Lean on me. If we can get to those lights—”
She broke off as the cover shifted. With an arm around Dorian, she dragged her friend to the old lumber pile.
“We hide,” she whispered. “Stay down until they go away.”
A man pulled himself out of the hole. Spoke to someone below him. “There’s blood on the ground, the ladder. One of them’s hurt.”
The Matron Monster climbed out. “I hope to fuck it’s the little shit who stole my swipe. She’s going to pay for it.” Already soaked to the skin, she spoke into a ’link. “We found their exit, and one’s banged up.”
The man gave a location and orders to send more for the search. Ordered vans for a street sweep even as a third climbed out.
“They didn’t get far,” he said. “We were a minute behind them. Spread out and find those bitches.”
“They’ll find us,” Mina whispered in Dorian’s ear. “I’m going to lead them away.”
“No!”
“I can run faster than they can, and it’s raining so hard, I can get a head start maybe. Stay here, stay quiet. I’ll make them think you’re with me so they’ll stop looking. I’ll send help.”
“You can’t—”
Mina picked up a broken piece of wood with a jagged edge, and shoved at the bright hair the rain plastered to her face. “Stay down, stay quiet. We got out, Dorian. We’re not going back.”
She gripped Dorian’s hand one last time. “Partners,” she whispered, then ran.
“There! I see one!”
“Go, Dorian,” Mina screamed. “Keep going! Don’t stop!”
As Mina ran, Dorian squeezed her eyes shut. She’d tried praying a few times in her life, and it never worked. But she tried again, as hard as she could.
She heard a shout, and then a scream. Mina? Following her gut, she lurched to her feet, managed one running step before her leg crumpled under her. Her head cracked hard against a plank on the way down. She saw stars. Then nothing at all.