Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 6: Caught In Headlights

I can not believe how much God has blessed me, or, now that I think about it, how he has cursed me.

    Through blurred vision I can see the girl before me was extremely short and petite. Con mutters something, but his bitch ass voice was gone from all that screaming so I could barely comprehend what he was saying. The fact that he was looking down at his feet didn't help, either. My eyes, however, were glued up to the figure that was approaching me.

    She walks tantalizingly in a line in front of me. I try to free my arms from the rope, twisting around and around, but to no avail.

    "R - Rice?" I murmur at last, after some uncomfortable silence. My eyes suddenly start burning and tears gently flow down my face. She smiles in a dangerous way, brushing her black curls behind her ear. Her smooth skin gleams and stands out the most in the mellow light.

    I could hear Con still muttering something incomprehensible, staring at Rice. After another whip, she drops it next to me, and bends down gracefully to pick it up. Through her smooth movements, I can see her subtly slicing the rope that ties my arms together with a small razor, before gripping her short fingers around the whip's handle.

    "Untie yourself," she mouths, as she rises high enough to see my face. "And that little bítch áss too." Glad to see we think alike. She tosses the razor in my lap and begins to walk off toward a back door.

    The furries were... yiffing in the corner. Through my sleek pants, I could make out a small outline of a hard pencil rising. Straining my eyes, I could see it make... a loop? Nevertheless, I ignore it as I promptly slice through the bonds tying my feet together. I then untie Con's hands from mine, slicing the rope binding us together. I throw the razor at him so he could untie his feet and arms.

He horribly fails at even attempting to catch it, obviously still in shock at what had just happened to him. He's so scared that I can feel the cuts just from his gaze.

The razor falls in slow motion, blurring the surroundings around it. I nearly raise my voice in disgust and disappointment at this stupidly gay man. A small 'clink' sounds when the razor drops onto the floor, and it echoes across the warehouse as the tip of the razor falls on the floor. The men turn around from their golf pucks in each other's holes, and look at Con and I.

Rice, who was at the back exit, rolls her eyes, and motions for us to follow her - which I do. I run halfway from the chairs to the exit before I realize Con is still tied up and unable to move. I drag the chair with me and throw his bitch ass in the car (I got that super arm, yo). I run to the exit with Connor in tow. That short, gay, basketball loving freak is surprisingly heavy. I jump in the car. Rice is waving her hands at us with a cheery smile - like that fake crap princesses do, only she was genuinely waving. I mean...  it looked pretty nice to me. She jumps into the driver's seat of the car, which was conveniently an expensive-looking camaro. After we hop into the car and started to drive away, the warehouse blows up into flames, and that is when I realize - it was a small grenade she threw in.

"... Isn't that illegal?" I ask, after we see the first outlines of a town building. Keep in mind that that was almost forty minutes away.

"Nope!" Rice replies gleefully, slapping her hands down enthusiastically on the steering wheel. She reaches into a cup holder and grabs a Trenta Frappuccino Chinese-O Sugoi with three extra pumps of caramel syrup and takes a long sip from it. Then she puts on really cool glasses and her hair flows in non-existent wind as cherry blossoms fall on her - it was a beautiful moment.

I shrug, deciding to let it go this one time. After all, they were rapists, and I technically didn't kill them. Rice did! But that will just be between us, and Con, if he even realizes what had happened.

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