Chapter 15
Indy
My head pounds as I try to take in what’s happening in front of me. Tommy was the one missing. But now everything is fucked, and there’s a dead body sitting in front of me, Tini’s dead body.
A small gasp escapes my lips, and Tommy turns toward us, eyes feral.
“Indy,” he growls, practically drooling as a wide smile spreads across his face. “Looks like you made it just in time for the drop.”
Tommy rushes me, his knife aimed right at my heart. I screech as The Doctor’s body crashes into me from the side, causing me to hit the cold, soft grass with a thump.
The air rushes out of my lungs, and my head feels like it’s floating. I watch, eyes wide, as Tommy flings his body toward me, not caring that I’m on the ground.
His body hits the air, but before he can reach me, a large mass stops him. Running into him from the side, both bodies fly across the opening. The contact sounded bad, a crack like a bone breaking. Tommy screams out, a feral, deep groan.
“You wanted this!” He yells at the Doctor. “You told me to kill her and I’m fucking gonna. Her and every other stupid fuck at this festival.”
“No.” A single syllable. A single word. But, fuck me, it holds so much power. Like the sound the earth would make when it opens up. A deep, guttural voice that flows over my body, not just my head. Smooth, yet harsh. His voice.
Not even a second passes before The Doctor’s on top of Tommy. Gloved fists pound into him from above. Blood spurts in all directions, droplets hitting my face as his fists repeat their assault on Tommy, over and over again.
A wet splatter of blood lands on my cheeks, staining my face with crimson. Tears begin to fall again, but not from fear; it’s from something else entirely. Something deep, and true, filled with safety and acceptance.
I realize that The Doctor truly has been my saviour this whole time. Everything becomes clearer, even as my vision blurs around the ruby mess forming in front of me.
The sounds of bass turn into a song of death, each drop matching the sounds of fists hitting bone. A beautiful, yet deadly symphony.
It feels like hours have passed by the time I get to my feet, pulling The Doctor’s solid form from the body under him. Blood coats him, the large red splotches barely visible against his black suit.
“I think you got him,” I whisper, not feeling an ounce of pain for the man who was seconds away from taking my life.
The haze starts to clear as the words Tommy said repeat in my mind, ‘You wanted this.’ He wanted this? The Doctor wanted me dead?
Confusion slips into my mind. I don’t know what to believe, who to believe. The tears find my eyes as my body starts to panic. My heart rate picks up as I shake. I can’t seem to catch my breath. Everything is just too much.
My hand drops from The Doctor’s shoulder, and without another look, I run. Straight into the trees. Away from the festival, from the madness, from the drugs.
Come back, little raver.
I don’t stop. I run from it all. And the forest swallows me whole, accepting me into its darkness.
My skin is slick with sweat and dirt. It sticks to the dried blood like some death glue. Picking up everything it touches.
My lungs are heavy, and my body is sore. But I can’t stop running. Every time I do, I hear his heavy footsteps not far behind me, like some fucked up game of cat and mouse.
Where are you, raver?
I bang my palms against my forehead, trying to beat his voice from my head, but it’s no use.
Ahhhhh, his voice whispers. I think I’m getting warmer.
A chill runs up my spine, and I hear a branch snap only a few feet away from me. My heart bursts into overdrive as I try to scramble behind a large fallen tree, my body contorting into the spot where the wood meets the earth.
Holding my breath, I refuse to let a single wisp of air out. My heart beats in my chest. It’s so fast, I can hear it in my ears; a constant thump, thump, thump.
I try to focus on the music playing far off in the distance, imagining everyone dancing and happy. Instead of the death dealer following me.
A twig snaps behind the bark of the tree I’m cocooned in. It brings me back to my reality in a microsecond, but I don’t move a muscle. I continue to wait until the sound of his boots echoes through the forest.
It feels like hours have passed until I feel like I’m safe. Climbing out from my hiding hole, I turn around and take a peek over the dead tree to make sure the coast is clear, which it seems to be.
Letting out a soft breath, I turn around to start heading back toward the festival.
There you are, angel.