The Ice in my Heart (K/DA x Male Reader)

34 | Hero Boy

We did our best to quiet our footsteps in the long, echoey corridors of the complex. I tried to recall the directions the guard took me when he dragged me to the cells, unraveling each twist and turn. Periodic thick doors lined the halls, and after what seemed like hours of exploring the place, the warehouse itself seemed labyrinthine. However, the area was also unsettlingly quiet, like finding a usually bustling atmosphere suddenly desolate, and as such, I could even hear my heart beat into my ears. Evelynn trailed quietly behind me, occasionally glancing backwards to check our flank.

We hadn't yet exchanged any more words than we did at the holding cells, for fear of being discovered. All it took was one sound for us to be found and for the whole plan to crumble. It seemed like both of us were cautiously aware of that fact.

Eventually, the narrow halls broadened into a massive atrium. Overhead, the glass-covers let in the pale moonlight, which was, fortunately, not strong enough to reveal us in the darker, more shadowy recesses of the walkways. Below us, I noticed a large gathering of soldier-like people, all clad in black tactical gear. The cacophonic mass of voices made it difficult to hear any one conversation, however, suddenly, a distinct dialogue made me immediately halt my step.

I motioned Eve to stop likewise, and we hid, our bodies pressed against the wall. My heart beat drummed like thunder, but once I realized that the exchange only sounded so close because it was directly a floor below us, I calmed down and exhaled a quiet breath of relief.

"Don't you think it was rather excessive to call so many people just for that?" one of the voices asked.

The disciplined rhythm of their footsteps orderly marched as they talked.

"Yeah. I'm not sure what he was thinking. Although, nobody is ever sure what Captain Lastrum is thinking," the other responded.

"You know, they say that Captain Lastrum and Commander Orkev don't get along. Maybe he's planning something behind the commander's back."

The other snorted.

"Don't let anyone hear that."

The two laughed and their mirth faded into silence, as so did their footsteps. When silence resumed the air once more, I found it safe to continue.

"Lastrum..?" I heard Evelynn mutter behind me.

"Eve? Is everything okay?" I whispered back.

"Yeah. It's fine," she affirmed. She did that thing she always did—say it's fine when it clearly wasn't. She quickly recomposed herself, and to anyone else, it might have seemed like there was nothing wrong indeed, but I noticed that split second where her eyebrows furrowed in thought and a frown pervaded her lips before returning to her usual sultry and cold demeanor. I glanced at her worryingly, but we had no time for anything other than escaping.

By grace of the large markings on the wall, we were able to orient ourselves towards the southwest. Again, our venture was largely devoid of the soldiers, proof that the man, who I knew now as Captain Lastrum, upheld his promise to secure our escape. At the end of the hall above a staircase, there was a skylight, slightly gaping so that one might simply push it open. I quickly surveyed the surroundings, and finding nobody around, conjured holds of ice to climb up to the glass. It was slippery, but better than having nothing.

I gestured for Eve to go first, who nodded at me and climbed up to the skylight, pushing the pane more open to allow a body to fit through, and once she was safely on the rooftop, I followed suit.

Feeling the familiar breeze of the outside caress my skin, I let out a deep breath and walked to the edge of the building. The oceanside docks seemed rather small from up here, but they carried with them that marine chill that caused Evelynn to almost unnoticeably shiver. I turned to her, the boulder of stress lifted from my shoulders. All that was left was to wait for Captain Lastrum to signal our getaway.