Devin grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up over the beam.

I swang my leg over and clung to it so tightly you would think my life depended on it. Just a millisecond ago, it did.

He pulled at my jacket for me to stand as the flashlights started to shine over the edge of the bridge on the water.

We were closer to the opposite side of the bridge so we were out of sight for now. He let me pass him as we continued to walk to the other end. The revolver was still in ready position in his left hand.

"Hey, Moron! Check under the bridge!" the rusty voice called out.

"Why don't you do it Frank?!" said the other man. He sounded a lot younger than Frank. "You're the one who said you heard something."

I looked back at Devin who was two steps behind me. I was moving a little quicker than before. The adrenaline of nearly falling in the water was still pumping through my veins. These supports were a little wider, as they stemmed from the rusty metal piles.

The flashlight was now being shone under the bridge only slightly.

"You fucking idiot! Get under there!"

"I can't see shit to get down there, what if I fall in Frank?"

"Good fuckin riddance!" the rusty voice said.

"If we don't turn up with ahead, we lose our heads now get your ass down ther'," the voice commanded.

Soon after we heard the creak of the beams and we ducked low. He was shining it on the water below. Thankfully we would be shadowed by the trusses between us and our aggressor.

It was a good temporary hiding spot unless he came in any deeper. If he did shine his light in the right direction, he would see us.

"Keep moving, stay low" Devin whispered, kneeling down and unzipping the bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked ignoring is directions to move without him.

"Keep moving, I gotta throw them off. We need to make it to the other end then we go topside where they will see us. Now go!"

"What are you going to do?" he gave me an exasperated look. The one I got when I talked too much, asked too many questions or didn't understand the joke.

Wordlessly I turned around and made my way to the other end, keeping low and staying quiet. I was almost at the end when I heard a loud splash in the water below us.

The light was now being shone on the water to the left of the bridge. I sprang as quickly and carefully as I could to the other side and climbed to the top. It wasn't easy though. I nearly lost my footing several times, and the metal creaked under my weight.

When I got to the top, I exposed. I needed to find cover and fast quick. If they turned their attention to the end of the road, they'd see me.  I ran and stooped behind an old green dumpster by the side of the road. It might have been there so long, that it made its own stamp on the ground.  There was nothing much left on this side of town and I didn't know it very well.

Most of the rich people had moved out and across the waters. We were on the Western outskirts of Berlington now, with the next town being about 2 hours away.

I sat behind the dumpster, waiting for Devin. If I peeked out I could see the car and the two men searching the surface of the water for whatever or whoever made that noise.

Devin wouldn't be stupid enough to dive back into the water right? No, he wouldn't, he must still be under it.

The men stayed at the edge of the bridge. Then one of them started to climb down, almost at the same spot I left Devin.

Seconds later, there was another loud splash. The man on top ran to the other side to investigate.

I saw Devin climbing over the edge and running down the street. I came from behind the dumpster and waved my as so he could see me. The man that was left behind was jogging back towards his car. Surely he was going to chase us. Devin slowed down as he approached me and grabbed at my arm.

"Run!"

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*Dahlia*

"Its cold isn't it?" Dahlia said, trying to get Morty's attention.

"You'd think they'd invest in some curtains or something." She continued.

Morty didn't even look at her. He just stood by the door dragging the life out a blunt with his meaty lips, staring out into nothing.

He was a big guy and had sloth-like movement. He could be easy to take down if she had something to knock him out with. The room was empty except for herself, Morty and the wooden chair she'd been bound to for days. Her wrists and ankles were raw from the constant rubbing.

"Hey, Morty," she tried again. "It's really cold in here. Can I get something to warm up?"

"This ain't no hotel bitch," He shot at her.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about a blanket" Dahlia said mustering up the most sultry voice she could find from her parched throat.  She smirked. Morty looked at her, with a raised eyebrow; the look from earlier returned.

"What do you got in mind slut?" Dahlia would usually snap at anyone who called her that. A punch to the throat would leave them gasping for air. She kept her cool; he was interested. This could be her only chance to escape.

"Why don't you untie me and I'll show you"

Morty laughs. "You must think I'm a fucking idiot." I do.

Dahlia's smirk disappeared. "I don't need to untie you to give you what you want."

"What do you mean?" Dahlia asked. She was sure she knew the answer.

"I could fuck you right now, and no one would know. No one would hear you scream," he said moving to stand next to her. The pungent tobacco smell getting stronger and stronger.

"No one would hear you scream my name." She felt like vomiting.

"Oh really? So why don't you show me," Dahlia said trying to maintain her cool. She won't be rattled by this wannabe gangster.

"A brave bitch. I like those." He said turning his back to her.

She didn't see a gun, but a shiv was stuck in the back of his belt. If she could get it, she could cut herself free.

"Tell you what..." he said turning to face her. "I can warm you up baby. I can warm you up real good."