☪ Saracen ☪
I joined Racquel at the window that Fox had just escaped out of, my breath fogging up the glass as I pressed my nose to it. "Darn..." My forehead banged into the window as the elbow of the eighth Digit found its way in between my shoulder blades. Wincing, I collapsed into the nearest plane seat and rubbed my head, already knowing who had assaulted me so rudely. "Jeez, I was just saying... Anyways, who's fault do you think that was, exactly?" I stabbed the window with my finger, implying Fox's personal flight. At this moment, I sent a cold glare up at Racquel, studying her, and waiting for the first sign of guilt to come across her sort of pinched up face. Truthfully, I actually felt pretty pissed at the moment.
Racquel's hands clenched into fists at her side, and it looked as if she were visibly shaking with anger. I half expected her fingernails to poke holes into her palms. "You could have helped, you know. Instead of just standing there like the useless prat that you are!" Through gritted teeth, she hissed at me and spun around on her heel, making her way back to Jett, who was still leaning in the doorway, pinching the bridge of his nose in between two fingers.
"What do we do now..." Greyson drawled from behind me. (Which scared the crap out of me, because I forgot that he even existed, seeing that he never talked anyways...)
Shrugging, I looked back at the red-eyed boy for further direction. His black hair fell across his forehead in waves, concealing his expression. It was pretty freaky. "Jett, we should probably just-"
"I don't need you of all people to tell me what to do," he mumbled, pushing Racquel away from him and loping back into the cockpit, making sure to slam the door as loud as he could behind him.
"Tou-chyyyy," the eighth Digit pouted, gnawing on her razor-like fingernail. After a while of all of us standing there in awkward silence, she looked up from her hand and looked the group up and down. "What's the matter with everyone? It's not like it was my fault!" Backing up against the door, the girl shook her brown tresses and glanced at Greyson, who was undoubtedly searching her mind for the obvious lies she was telling.
The third Digit kind of growled, though he didn't say a word to Racquel. Instead, he turned slowly until he was facing me.
Instinctively, I curled up against the wall next to me, afraid that he was going to yell at me for some reason. But then, when I realized what his eyes were settled on, I understood; the rope we used to tie up Fox was heaped carelessly on the chair across from me, begging to be used again. Smirking, I gave a small nod to Greyson, who took a step closer to Racquel, who still didn't quite understand our unwritten scheme. In small movements, I inched closer to the chair that held the rope and snatched it up before I could be spotted. "Okay, now," I murmured out of the corner of my mouth, signaling the third Digit to get Racquel.
"What do you want, you bastard?!" Racquel screeched, raking the third Digit's arm with her fingernails, leaving long red welts on them. Struggling in the Greyson's undoubtedly strong grip, she looked towards me for some kind of consolation. "What, are you just going to stand there and do nothing like you always do!? Help me, damn it!"
Snickering, I covered my mouth and held up the rope. "Sorry, Captain's orders..." By Captain, I meant Jett, seeing as he wouldn't mind the eight Digit getting tied up, since she was the one who had let Fox escape in the first place. In fact, he'd probably be happy if she were to stay tied up forever.
Even Greyson let a small grin play on his lips, as he knocked Racquel's legs out from underneath her and picked her feet up off the ground. He then proceeded to drag her over to the chair nearest me. "Ready?" He inquired, nodding towards the thick rope I held in my hands.
"Never been more ready in my life!" As soon as Racquel was roughly deposited into the cushioned seat, I bound her to it tightly, wrapping the rope around her waist. After a second thought, I also tied her hands. Wouldn't want her clawing any of our eyes out, now, would we? "Can you move?"
With a cold, purple-eyed stare, Racquel pursed her lips and shrugged sarcastically. "Oh gee, I don't know, you've only cut off the circulation in half of my body." She didn't seem to have the energy to continue on with her whining. Leaning her head back against the headrest, she let out an exaggerated sigh and closed her eyes. "But if you guys try any more funny stuff, I will personally kick your asses."
"Personally? That's the first time I've heard you offer to do something yourself..." Greyson shoved his hands into his pockets and pretended as if he hadn't said a thing. "I'm impressed."
I bit my lip and alternated between rocking back and forth on my heels and messing with my hair, deciding it would be best if I didn't say anything for the time being.
After what seemed like an eternity, the loudspeaker crackled before projecting Jett's low voice into the whole space. "Landing, five minutes. Sit your asses down and wait for further instruction."
Figuring that Racquel's rope was good enough for a makeshift seatbelt, the rest of us strapped ourselves into our chairs and stared out the window as the plane shuddered, preparing for the rough landing. I cringed as the whole plane rocked violently upon impact on the asphalt. After a couple more moments, we had slowed completely to a stop, and Jett's voice came back on.
"Well what are you waiting for? Let's get out of here."
Eying Racquel suspiciously, I looked back at Greyson. "Should we untie her, or..." Smoothing my dress, I stood up and placed a hand on the chair's headrest.
"No, I've got it." In one smooth motion, the third Digit swooped the bound girl up into his arms and held her over his shoulder. He seemed to be oblivious to Racquel's incessant kicking and punching. "We'll untie her when we need her."
Which would probably be never... Shrugging, I skipped out the door closest to the cockpit, welcoming the cool Washington D.C. air. A soft breeze ruffled my hair, and I turned my eyes up to the sky, grinning. "We made it..." Suddenly, I snapped my head back and looked around our landing site frantically. "Wait... Has anyone actually seen Rhys?" Now that I thought about it, the only Rhys that had boarded the plane morphed into Fox, and Fox had just left... Which meant the other Digits must have him.
Jett came up to stand by me, his loosened tie fluttering in the wind. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he looked as if he were about to strangle the person closest to him.
Cautiously, I took a step away from him, still too afraid to address him in any way.
"Damn."
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This is literary vomit... It's a premonition for a retarded writing proficiency tomorrow xD Haha but I wrote it! Oh yeah, and plus it's really short.
