- Chapter 81 - This chapter feels boring, so I'm sorry for that. It's not really a filler chapter, but I couldn't have everything I wanted to happen happen in one chapter lol, so you get this -
Warnings: blood, injuries, feeling sick, not trusting, mentions of kidnapping, blades
Third Person POV
"Barter, we need you for a bit."
Barter nodded. He turned to face Race, who was clearly feeling a little out of it. "Don't do anything stupid while we're gone," he told him.
"Don't do anything stupid."
Don't do anything... stupid.
Don't do... anything... stupid...
Those words repeated in Race's head as he watched Barter leave.
The door slammed shut, and Race grinned.
Didn't Barter know stupid was Race's middle name?
Well, technically not. His actual middle name was Ed., but "stupid" may as well have been his middle name, especially with how much his father called him it.
Anyway, Race had a plan.
There was a blade in the corner of the room that they didn't know Race had on him and hadn't taken from him.
Race just had to get to it so he could untie the ropes.
Of course, it was purely stupid on Sling's part because he definitely knew Race carried a blade around, but fortunately for Race, Sling was playing his role as the injured friend who didn't know what happened in Brooklyn, so he couldn't tell the others, even if he remembered.
Race gritted his teeth as he tried to move the chair.
It would've been so much easier if they hadn't tied him to a chair.
Race finally got the chair to scrape across the floor after a moment, cringing in pain.
Hopefully, they couldn't hear what was happening.
Race kept trying to move the chair. He grunted. "Come o-" he was cut off with a cry as the chair toppled. He groaned in pain. That definitely didn't help his head.
But now, the blade was within reach of one of his tied hands.
Race quickly grabbed the blade and turned it so it could cut the rope on his hands. He grunted as he attempted to cut the rope.
He hated ropes. They were so stubborn.
To be fair, so was he, but at least he didn't keep people bound to things.
After a few minutes, Race finally got the first hand free. He quickly went on to cut the second rope, which was much easier than the first one. Then, he cut the rope around his torso.
Once he had finished, he pushed the chair back a bit so he could get up. He hated the sound of the chair against the floor.
Race quickly flipped his blade closed and pocketed it, looking around.
The window.
They still hadn't fixed the window.
Race paused for a moment to consider his options.
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