Sorry that it took a while for me to update, but I think this chapter worked out fairly well in the end. I loved your predictions as to who set the building on fire, none of you guessed it so I hope this is a bit of a surprise for you! ;)
"Smoke?" He asked incredibly. "There's smoke coming from under the door…"
Suddenly he pushed me backwards and just as I was about to yell at him he had dropped to the floor, trying to look under the door. He drew back coughing.
"Jesus Christ" he whispered. "The buildings on fire… and we're trapped!"
I fell against the wall of the cell, an action that had nothing to do with the throbbing pain in my head.
I put my head in my hands.
"Is your head hurting Cammie?" Macey asked gently.
I shrugged. "I just can't see any way out of this Macey, unless one of the teachers comes down to get us there is no way we're getting out of here"
Macey kept a defiant look on her face. "Mr Solomon will come for us, he cares about us"
Me and Zach exchanged a hopeful look, knowing that Mr Solomon would do anything to protect us… especially me.
"Well he's not here yet" My voice cracked.
"He will be" Zach argued as he came to sit next to me. I felt so helpless, I knew Zach was feeling the same, we were meant to be spies in training and we couldn't even escape a room.
"We don't know where the fire is and how long it's been going for, this place is massive, people may not have realised it's on fire yet" I said shakily. Zach shuffled his body so he was closer to me. He took my face in his hands.
Macey was pacing the room, still looking for a way out.
"Mr Solomon will be here, he will" Zach stroked the cut along my hairline gently. I pulled away.
Zach sighed and let his hands fall dead against his sides. "I don't see what your problem is Cammie, I really don't. I put myself in here for a night just so Mr Solomon wouldn't punish you and then you just… ignore me"
I kicked a stone hard and watched in bounce along the floor.
"What happened to your head Cammie?" Zach asked. "Did Mr Smith hit you?"
I looked away.
"Mr Smith hit her because she wouldn't cry at the verbal insults" Macey told Zach.
"And Mr Solomon didn't help you?!" Zach seemed disappointed.
"Why should he?" Macey asked. "He's just like the others, but a bit nicer"
Me and Zach exchanged another look.
"He did help me, he cleaned up my head, and he was great" I smiled weakly at Zach. "He couldn't stop it happening, it happened too quickly"
Zach nodded but he still looked concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
I nodded. "I took some headache pills"
I drew my legs up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees.
"Cammie" Zach's voice was suddenly shaky; he was staring into my eyes worriedly.
"How many headache pills did you take?"
My head felt hazy as I tried to remember. "Three… I think"
Zach groaned. "Cammie, you're only meant to take one"
"Oh…" I shrugged. "I'm sure it doesn't matter, I just feel tired"
Zach nodded but his eyes didn't leave my face.
"Why did you do it Zach?" I asked. I didn't directly mention Macey but I could tell he knew what I meant. I glanced over towards Macey who was leaning against the other side of the wall completely tuned out of our conversation.
Zach glanced over at her too. "I… Can't tell you… but you have to believe me Cammie, it meant nothing, I promise you"
"Right" I replied curtly. I attempted to stand but almost fell back down onto the hard stone floor, Zach narrowly catching me.
"Careful" he told me as he steadied me. "The headache pills will probably make you drowsy"
"I gathered that" I snapped as I pulled away from him, but I finished my sentence with a coughing fit from the smoke invading my lungs, making my head throb even worse, I felt like I was about to pass out but someone was holding me steady.
"The fire's getting worse" I heard Zach mutter. He let go of me gently and I struggled to stay standing without the support of his strong arms. He turned me to face him and shrugged off his jumper, holding it against my mouth. I frowned, not sure what he was doing.
"It should help; it will stop you breathing in the smoke"
"Okay" I chocked.
Macey, Zach and I all retreated to the back of the cell, as far away from the smoke as possible. My eyes began to water and even the jumper over my mouth couldn't stop me chocking on the acidic smoke. I felt Zach cough next to me and tried to force the jumper into his arms, but he wouldn't let me and so I kept it pressed against my face, trying to block out the smoke.
"I wish… Mr Solomon would… hurry up!" I coughed.
"Me too" Macey agreed.
"Shh!" Zach suddenly motioned for us to be quiet. We all stopped to listen, but all I could hear was the crackling of fire.
"I just heard the door open" Zach told us.
Sure enough, I could begin to hear footsteps and a cloud of smoke hit us, making us all choke. I sunk down onto the floor, my head spinning, my eyes were burning and every breath seemed like effort.
"Cammie, please just stay awake!" Zach was tugging me back up. I groaned but picked myself up from the floor weakly.
"It's probably Mr Solomon!" Macey cried out happily.
I nodded, but me and Zach shared a look. We were spies, and we knew that the footsteps coming down the steps weren't Mr Solomon's.
A dark figure was walking over to the wooden creates on the other side of the basement. Holding a lit match.
"Bex!" I yelled out desperately, but she couldn't hear me, and her hand shakily dropped the lit match onto the wooden creates. The flames engulfed the creates instantly and she leapt back from the flame, smiling to herself. I wondered what the hell she was doing here.
I fell against the wall of the cell, no longer able to stand the smoke.
I could sense Bex turning away, I could hear her footsteps retreat back up the stairs, I could hear Zach try once more to desperately yell out her name… and then I heard her stop, and run back down the stairs.
Wow, so now you know who caused the fire… but can you guess why?! You'll find out in the next chapter. I have already written the chapter out so if you review I'll update this story quicker! ;)
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