Bombastic pt 6

“Did you stop to take a shit?” Nate called from down the hall, jogging back to see what was taking Vas so long.

A second shoe covered in marker scribbles was tossed from behind the bed.

This time Vas caught he cought and flung it back sharply. “Did they say we have to keep them alive? Asking for a friend?” Vas called back to Nate.

“I’ll back you up and say we found no one,” Nate chuckled. “And this is why they give scut work. You can’t handle a couple of preschoolers?”

“We’re ten,” the blonde with the tear stained face told him, her hands still high above her head.

“You hear that you have three options. Shot, duck tape or you come to our bunker all like good little … “ Vas made a motion featuring in their general direction. “ … and there will be doors and warm beds and good times. And you, put your hands down and just … just get over here and get you ducklings sorted.”

“You wait,” the third said, holding on to the leg of the crying girl trying to leave. “The Hellhounds are gonna come an’ they’re gonna gut you an’ hang you with your own intestines! An’ I’m gonna laugh!”

“Not unless we're ordered to.” Vas snarked walking up to the girl. “This place is half blown up so it ain't all that safe anyways and if you don't come with me … who are you planning on going with?” Vas asked the trio of gremlins.

The pigtailed girl’s bravado faded as the armed man entered the room. She doubted the mattress would do much to stop bullets. She held up a hand to shield her eyes from the light. “We’ll get ourselves out,” she said, her voice cracking midway through.

“What the fuck is taking you so damned long!” Nate snapped from the doorway. “Move!” He barked, grabbing one of the surrendering girls, shoving her out the door towards another hound.

“This is what I get for throwing to be nice. Shoes thrown at my head, getting yelled at and being sassed.” Vas pointed to the pigtailed girl. “You. Here. Now. Or you get the duct tape.”

Serena shrank back grabbing the pink shoe which had been thrown back, sliding it onto her foot, stalling as she scanned for something, anything that could be used as a weapon. Finding nothing, she relented, climbing to her feet. She swallowed the lump that was in her throat, trying her best to keep any tears from escaping her eyes as she searched for her other sneaker. “No tape,” she said in a quieter voice.