Playing With Fire

Chapter 17: I Go Head to Head with Flashy Dashy

"Run!" Trixie cried, and we took off in the other direction and turned down another hallway.

"Come back!" he heard Bill complain behind us. "This was supposed to be easy!"

"This way!" Cameron told us and guided down different hallways.

So, since we have been driving for a while, I haven't brought this back up, but remember when I told y'all that I couldn't run? Yeah, I still can't run.

Everyone slowly got farther and farther ahead of me as my speed started to decrease, but I wasn't scared of them getting away from me. I was scared of the guards that were catching up. We turned a corner, and everyone was now fifteen feet in front of me, and there was no chance I was catching up.  Right as we turned another corner, I opened up a door and ran inside, closing it as soon as all the guards ran by.

I sighed with relief that they ran right past the door and was about to open it to follow them quietly when the lights flicked on, and I realized I wasn't alone.

"Well, well, well," said a voice from in the shadows. I turned around and saw that I was in a storage room like the ones Trixie, Pax, and I had passed through the vents. It had crates stacked higher than me up against the far wall and looked like they had been rearranged into some kind of fort. As for the rest of the room, it was completely bare and entirely white, making me feel like I was in a questioning room with police.

"Look who we have here," I heard the voice say again, but still could not see the person.

I heard someone walking and whipped my head around, but saw no one. I turned back around to find a spider dangling in front of my face. I let out a squeal and immediately backed up, but I ran into somebody who grabbed both my arms and held them behind my back. I struggled to get free from his grip, but it was no use; this guy was built.

I turned my head to look at the guy. "Turn around," he said gruffly. His voice did not match the one I heard earlier, so I realized we were not alone; someone else is in here. As I turned back around, the spider that was dangling in front of me started to change.

First, it bottom two legs on both sides stuck together and turned into human legs wearing shiny black leggings. The top two legs on both sides did the same except they turned into human arms. The torso of the spider shifted into the midbody of a lady wearing a wearing a black, tight fit, combat jacket. Last, the spider's head grew thick black hair down to her chest, the fangs turned into lips. The beady red eyes turned into human eyes with black irises, and the head shape morphed into a humans head shape until I was finally staring at Miranda.

It was very creepy to watch.

"Nicely done, Jeff," she commented and probably would've given him a high five if he hadn't been holding me. I felt him nod as a sign of accepting the compliment.

Miranda walked over to me and looked me up and down and started to circle around me. One thing about Miranda, you always want to keep her in your sight, so when she was circling around me, it caused me to become uneasy.

I felt someone lay a cold finger on my neck, dragging it up to my neck and moving across my jawline, making me gasp. Miranda came into view again, taking her finger off of me and crossing her arms and wearing the smirk of confidence.

"Little Ms. Briana is scared," she laughed, and Jeff chuckled along with her.

"Let me go!" I struggled against Jeff again, but like last time, it didn't do any good.

"Quit struggling, hun," Jeff said. "It won't do you any good."

"He's right," Miranda added, checking her nails. "Your friends are as good as gone anyways, though we might keep the dude you brought with you. He's hot."