Chapter Six #2
The strong scent of rotten eggs immediately permeated his nostrils so at least they weren’t lying about the gas leak.
With how strong it was, he knew there wasn’t a whole lot of time to get out of there.
The big problem was the flash drive that was currently sitting in the computer in the back.
He couldn’t just leave that in there. Whoever those people were could use it to their advantage and Benji couldn’t have that.
As fast as he could, he ran back through the office and slammed the door behind him.
Benji quickly grabbed the chair in the room and wedged it under the handle to give him an extra minute if he was lucky.
Moving around the desk, he took one last look at the screen, seeing the wall of text from his sister on the word document.
There was far too much for him to read it.
Benji just threw one quick sentence in there before he yanked the drive out.
He threw it on the ground and stomped on it as hard as he could, effectively smashing it.
He then moved onto the computer itself. Andi was still probably working on it but if they were there for the computer, all hell would break loose, according to his dad.
Ben crawled under the desk and unplugged the computer in one fell swoop.
He stabbed his knife into the tower over and over, rendering the thing unusable.
Once satisfied, he emerged once again. After a few hard kicks at the door on the other side, the chair flew backwards and the door was open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Benji chanted. The smell from the gas leak was already starting to make him feel lightheaded but he could push through it. There was no other choice.
One of the assailants rushed forward, reaching out for Benji.
He dodged out of the way and swiped his knife at the person’s hand on the way, slicing straight through their glove and skin.
The other was quicker than Benji. A hard right hand was landing on his cheek.
It felt like he just got hit in the face with a brick.
A hand was grabbing onto his left arm and wrenched it in a way that his arm really wasn’t meant to go.
He dropped the knife, which was their intention, he was gathering.
Before it fell too far, Ben caught it and jabbed into their thigh.
He wasn’t necessarily aiming for the artery but he was pretty sure he did hit it from the way blood squirted out immediately.
His arm was released as the person fell to the ground.
Benji couldn’t help but notice that they were not even concerned with anything in that office but him.
He didn’t have much time to dwell on that, however.
With every passing moment breathing in that air, he felt himself growing drowsier and drowsier.
Benji rushed forward on his unstable feet and plowed into the third person, knocking them both to the ground.
His knife clattered to the ground somewhere in the room but he didn’t have time to search for it.
Benji reached towards his hip to grab his gun but the person beneath him beat him to it.
They grabbed it and tossed it aside. Fuck.
In a rush, he crawled off the person. It was some sort of male, from their bulk.
Benji tried to move towards the exit again.
His foot was grabbed and he crumbled to the floor.
Benji kicked and kicked at the hand until he was released.
Rather ungracefully, he pushed himself back up to his feet and ran (mostly stumbled) towards the door.
Rule one was always be aware of your surroundings but he didn’t have the luxury of it.
He needed to get out. There was a scuffle behind him.
He then felt something slice through his right side, right underneath his vest. Then a clank.
His knife had hit the ground. But that didn’t stop Benji.
He turned the corner and the butt end of a gun was slammed into his temple.
He hadn’t even seen the fourth person. Benji collapsed into the doorframe, attempting to hold himself up, before he fell to the ground with a thud.
His head was swimming and he felt like he was going to throw up.
A heavy boot was then stepping on his chest, keeping him in place.
Not that he was going to be moving much at that point.
First off, he couldn’t even see straight after that hit to his head.
It was a fucking miracle didn’t pass out right then and there.
But the gas leak was doing a fine job of finishing that bit off.
Benji’s body was impossibly heavy now. All that was keeping him awake was his stubbornness that flowed through his veins.
He wasn’t going to be killed from a fucking gas leak.
He’d rather die by the hands of the assailants that were now crowding around him.
Well. Three were. The other must still be on the ground, bleeding out. Good.
“Get him ready for transport.” The one with the boot on his chest said with a gruff, deep voice.
Panic began to take over and a burst of adrenaline hit him.
Benji fought to push the foot off his chest, which just led the man to step harder.
It felt like he was going to crush his chest cavity in.
He struggled to take another breath with that pressure.
One of the others reached out and attempted to grab his wrists.
Benji was having none of it. He swung his fists wildly.
He wasn’t going to go down without fighting.
That had prompted the third to reach into a pouch on his waist. He only saw what they were doing from the corner of his eye so he wasn’t fully aware until a strong hand with a cloth was placed over his mouth and nose.
He continued to thrash against the hands and foot, but it didn’t last all that long before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head hit the ground with a light thunk.