XX
As they walked into the main room at the police station, Enid stopped and looked at Wednesday, her expression serious.
-Stay here. Loot the desk if you’d like. Stay quiet and scream if you need help., said the younger girl.
Wednesday didn’t reply, just looking back at her with no emotion nor expression whatsoever. Enid took it as a yes or agreement. She was wrong. The blonde walked down a hallway and started looting the rooms for anything useful, stuffing it in her duffel bag. She eventually made her way to the evidence room. You never know, there could be useful stuff in there. She walked around, going through a few boxes. She then found some combats boots, surprisingly her size. She exchanged them against her black converse without hesitation, stuffing the putting them into her duffel bag. And finally, in the back of the evidence room was the equipment room. She made her way up to the closets, seeing the locks on it. Thankfully she had thought about it and brought a bolt cutter, breaking each lock easily. She opened the first closet, sighing in relief when she saw the assault rifles and the countless of ammo. She grabbed them, making sure the safety was on each time, before putting them into her duffel bag with the ammo. Enid proceeded to do the same with the remaining lockers, relieved to have all these weapons and equipment such as bulletproof vests.
Meanwhile, Wednesday Stubborn Addams was bored after having looted the things inside the drawers of the reception’s desk, so naturally, she ignored Enid’s order. Wednesday went on her merry way down the corridor, looking around. She found an interrogation room, grabbing a video camera and putting it into her backpack. She had only ever been to a police station once. She hated every second of it. She stared at the reflection in the two-way mirror, clenching her jaw as she did. Wednesday then walked out quickly, closing the door behind herself. She was planning on going back to the reception when she suddenly heard a noise. Her curiosity took over, so she made her way down the corridor, pushing open a door and raising her eyebrows as she saw a man standing in a cell, trying to somehow pull the bars from the tiny window he had in the cell. When he heard the door close, he turned around, his eyes on Wednesday.
-Oh finally! Someone has come to release me., sighed the man, a weird smile on his face.
-I’m not a cop., frowned Wednesday.
-Even better. Come on, grab the keys and unlock the door for me, will ya?, said the man quickly.
-How do I know you’re not some dangerous lunatic?, replied Wednesday, observing him closely.
-Look, you can take those handcuffs and you handcuff me. Deal?, suggested the prisoner.
Wednesday frowned a little, not a big fan of his plan but also not wanting to leave somewhere here to starve. She let out a loud sigh before walking over to a desk and grabbed the handcuffs with the keys, just in case. The small girl walked over to the cell and looked at the man.
-Your hand., said Wednesday coldly.
The man nodded and reached out his hand. Wednesday quickly put a handcuff around his wrist. But before she could ask for his second hand, she felt a sharp pain in her thigh. She was about to pull away from him when the man grabbed her with his other hand, pulling her against the bar, her face facing away. He had her in a headlock, a bloody key pressed against her neck.
-Really? You’re gonna kill me with a key?, scoffed the girl.
-Well, I managed to cut your leg through your jeans. I’m sure your throat will be even easier., smirked the man.
-If you kill me, you won’t make it out of here., stated Wednesday.
-We’re in hell. Trust me, I’m doing us both a favor. I will simply kill you first and spare you from whatever is happening outside and then I will kill myself., said the man with a shrug.
Wednesday was about to reply but then she heard her name being screamed. Enid. She was about to reply but the key started to cut into her throat.
-One word and you’re dead right this instance., warned the man.
As Wednesday wasn’t replying, Enid started going through every room until she eventually found the cells. Her eyes locked with Wednesday within a second. Enid then looked at the man who was staring right back at her with a smirk on his face.
-I know what you’re thinking. You’re trying to come up with something to negotiate but I will-, started the man.
Until he was laying on the floor with a bullet in his head. Enid had shot him mid sentence, not caring to hear whatever he had to say and also not wanting to risk Wednesday getting hurt. Wednesday gasped when she heard the shot, her eyes closing instinctively. When she opened them again, they locked with Enid’s angry eyes.
-What the fuck were you thinking?, frowned Enid angrily.
That was until she saw the blood stain on Wednesday’s jeans.
-Fuck., cussed the blonde.
Wednesday followed her gaze and rolled her eyes.
-Looks like I got my period a little early., said the smaller girl.
-Shut the fuck up and sit down. Now., replied Enid angrily as she walked up to Wednesday.
The smaller girl looked back at her but didn’t budge. Enid clenched her jaw and pulled Wednesday to a bench, pushing her down roughly, making her wince. Wednesday was about to get up again but Enid pushed her back with, her hand on Wednesday’s chest.
-Move. I fucking dare you., warned Enid, glaring at the smaller girl.
-I’m fine., argued Wednesday with a frown.
-And I’m the pope., scoffed the blonde as she kneeled down in front of Wednesday, taking out a first aid kit she had looted only a few moments ago.
Enid reached to Wednesday’s pant’s button but she felt a sudden sting on her cheek. The smaller girl had slapped her.
-Don’t fucking test me right now., warned the blonde, her voice dangerously low.
-You’re not touching me., hissed the smaller girl stubbornly.
-Yeah? So what do you suggest? For me to let your thigh get infected? Maybe in a few days, we’ll have to cut your leg off. I’m sure you’d enjoy that, hm?, replied Enid, shaking her head in disbelief.
-It’s just a cut., frowned Wednesday.
-Just a cut? And you’re supposed to be the smart one. He cut you with a key. A key. Do you know how many bacterias there are on a goddamn key? I can also assure you that his key was nasty just by the looks of him. So, are you gonna let me disinfect your cut or are you gonna be a bitch about it?, said the blonde, looking up at Wednesday.
-Fine., muttered the older girl.