Blind Trust

Ginny

It was pitch black inside, really. I couldn't see shit. That's when I

remembered the night vision goggles I had been given. I pulled them out and

strapped them on. Edward magically appeared in my view when I turned on the

switch. My body almost stepped into him, but I pulled back and kept a safe,

but

comfortable distance away from him. Right now, and as usual, Edward was the

leader and I was the follower. What do you think I am, crazy? I'd rather

just

stay out of the firing zone, thanks.

We were in a wide hallway that had various styles of folding tables and

chairs

stacked on top of one another, covered in a light coating of dust. It made

want to sneeze which wasn't good. There was a double set of metal doors at

the

end of the hall; not that we wanted to go through them, but there seemed to

be a

lack in other doors. The doors appeared before us quicker than I wanted them

to.

There were two small, square windows with mesh running through each pane,

giving

us access to see what lay on the other side of the doors.

Edward reached in his pocket and came back with a compact mirror in hand.

What

a clever man. He held it up so that the mirror faced the windows and watched

the

mirror intently. He re-pocketed his mirror and pushed one of the loud,

clackety

metal doors open as quietly as it would.

Olaf stood in the center of what had to have been the main manufacturing

area.

The room was basically empty, except for a couple of large metal boxes

welded

into the ground and some rusted chains that hung above us, slightly waving.

The

Beretta was up faster than you could say, "mercy," and a bullet was released

millisecond later by my sociopathic-assassin best friend. It would've been a

hit, had not one tiny thing happened. Instead of hitting Olaf square in the

heart, the bullet refracted off of an invisible barrier that surrounded the

German psychopath and came flying back at us. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Edward and I were "pulling our socks up" in an instant. We both went

rolling

behind a box each and stayed behind each of our boxes. Olaf's slow,

calculating

laughter came rolling out across the expanse of the room, sending me into an

uncomfortable state. My hand reached back and touched...wood. I couldn't

believe

it. Out of all the various hiding places, I had to hide behind a wooden box.

large splinter of wood came flying past my face as I contemplated how I was

going to move to a more "sturdy" spot. My face kissed the cracked concrete

floor, an empty hand flying over my head.

There was some sort of metal stand behind me, near the back of the factory

room's wall. It was tall enough for me to shimmy under it and somehow dive

behind a much sturdier-looking metal box next to it. It was my only chance,

and

sadly I had to take it. Why didn't Edward ever end up in these situations? I

looked over at Edward and saw that he was using his peripheral vision to

look at

the enemy and me. He tilted his head as if he wanted to know what crazy ass

thing I was going to do; I merely motioned for him to cover me and dove for

the

stand.

A steady stream of machine gun fire came chasing after me the moment I

moved.

If Olaf was the one doing this, Edward and I were so screwed. I let out a

yelp

as I scurried under the stand, bullets ricocheting by my head and sending

tiny

sparks off the metal beside me. My body lunged behind the box, curling up

into a fetal

position, like a nightmare would go away. Yeah right. As soon as I finished

with my thoughts, I realized there weren’t any shots being fired. Risking

whatever horrendous end that could happen to me, I peaked around the corner

of my box, my cheek running along the cool and almost greasy metal.

Olaf wasn’t alone. Even better, he had company, and it wasn’t the "average

Joe" kind either. These were people like Edward—trained killers, and it

looked like their leader was here, most likely getting enjoyment out of his

men shooting at me. Great. They all stood in a line along the balcony as if

we wouldn’t shoot at them. The leading man wasn’t that old looking from what

I gathered via moonlight. He had light brown hair that showed signs of

graying, and stood on an average frame for a man. He was dressed in a suit,

of all things, as if he had just been at a meeting, or still was, depending

on how you looked at it.

It was only then that I realized that he was looking straight at me with

piercing blue eyes, ones that looked almost exactly like…Edward’s. The man

grinned down at me, as if he had known when realization had hit me. My body

shuddered in a shower of shivers and I had to close my eyes a moment. When I

reopened them, I was met with the eyes I knew well. They held a blankness in

them, unreadable, but I knew he knew what I was thinking. The very two men

Edward had been trying to hide me from, were both in the "house", and we

didn’t have a plan.

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