CHAPTER ELEVEN

1964

Maria and Kit were running in the tunnel of the secret passageway, almost out to the next door which would lead the outside. Maria of course knew that it would be unlocked. She was the only person who she thought knew about the secret passageway, except for grace. Speaking of.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Grace asked. Grace had followed them the entire way there. Maria felt a sudden drop in her stomach, her hope fading away.

"Grace, I'll come back for you." Maria hoped grace would understand that they wanted to be happy together.

Grace scoffed. " At one point, me and you were supposed to have this happy life, Maria." Maria could hear people running above the tunnel, the dirt from their footsteps seeping through.

"Grace, what did you do?" Kit looked up at the ceiling of the tunnel. Grace just smiled, like she was getting justice for herself, somehow. "You both betrayed me."

Maria could tell a group of people were heading this way, and there was no way she was waiting for them to arrive.

"Kit, lets go!" Maria turned to the door, and was about to turn the knob, when a large weight made her fall to the ground. Grace was tackling her, grabbing her air, and crushing her so she wouldn't make it to the door.

"Grace, get the hell off her!" Kit knocked grace right off of Maria, giving Maria a second to breathe before she went right back to the door. Grace fought with kit, until she finally had the chance to grab a rock and smash it against his head. Maria opened the door, she looked behind her and saw kit, knocked out, and grace smiling. Sister jude and more were in sight, and Maria knew she had to leave. It was for kit. He'd want her too. Maria slammed the door behind her, and ran as fast as her feet could carry her. She zoomed to the front of briarcliff, where she saw doctor thredson. She remembered the plan, but she'd have to alter that plan. She needed a way out, it was either jump in his trunk, or get caught by sister jude. She chose first option. She popped open his trunk while he was throwing out a cigarette, and she curled up into a little ball as she shut it. She choked back tears, thinking of what they'd do to kit. The car started, which meant thredson was in the car, driving. After a few minutes, the car came to a halt. She knew it would've had to take more time to get to his home, so why'd he stop? Her thoughts were answered, she heard a body outside the trunk, fiddling with it, attempting to open it. Her heart raced, as she sad thredson looking down on her.

"Now, what are you doing here?"

-Kit woke up, he was in his cell. He blinked a few times, looking down at his shoe where blood was dropping down on it. He raised his thumb to his forehead, where grace had hit him with the rock at. The events that happened came to him all at once, being too much to handle so he threw his hands over his head, rocking back and forth.

"You'll be punished for this kit walker."

"When we finally find maria, we will kill her, no doubt about it."

"We keep him locked up in his cell forever. He doesn't leave, so you understand?!"

"You foolish boy. True love my ass. Your lover left you for dead!"

"Aw, don't cry walker. You'll have plenty of time to cry, when you're rotting in here."

The events stopped, a low ring in his ear remaining. He knew the truth, Maria didn't leave him for death. She was finishing the plan. Even Maria was smart enough to know that Kit wasn't dead. She'd go through with the plan, and come back for him. Kit knew she was strong, and that she would always come through.

"Mister walker."

Kits eyes shot up to the slot in the cell door.

"What." Kit replied, seeing sister judes blonde hair through the slot.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you rot." Sister jude stated, many times already.

"Fuck off, you old bitch." Kit snapped. Sister jude clicked her tongue.

"No food for you, then." She said, then Kit heard her footsteps trail down the hall.

-Maria opened her eyes, her sight being blurry, and everything looked wiggly, and wobbly. Like an ocean. She squinted her eyes when a tall figure stood over her, with a skinny object in its hand. She squinted more, being able to realize who it was.

Maria grunted. "Thredson." A smile approached his face, as he leant down a bit so he was at her eyes. He brushed his hand against her skin, her shuddering at the feeling. Her natural instinct was to swat his hand away, but she came to see that her hands and legs were restrained. A quick panic began, not being able to defend her.

"You seem like a smart girl, Maria. So you know how this is gonna go." Doctor thredson said. Maria spat in his face, leaving salvia rolling off his cheek.

"Enlighten me."

Thredson grabbed a napkin from the nearby moving table, and wiped the spit from his jawline. The wobbly and wiggly vision got worse by the minute, making it hard to see.

"What drugs did he give me?"

"If he was going to kill me, he would've done it already, right?"

"I thought he was supposed to obey the law? Doesn't that include kidnapping?" Maria thought. Thredson grabbed a knife from the table, and he expected her to beg for mercy, to beg to live, instead she just laughed at his idiotic action.

"Kill me, bitch."

That definitely took the fun out of it for him, he loved hearing the cry's of his victims. It made him inspired, encouraged.

"You aren't going to beg for mercy?" He sounded defeated. Maria shook her head.

"Seems like you're the one begging."

Doctor thredson put down the knife, followed by a smile. He instead grabbed a syringe, and filled it with some sort of liquid.

"Night, night." As the liquid came into Maria, she sure as hell thought she'd die. She thought she'd never see the light of day again, but boy was she wrong.