Delilah hadn't expected the boy.
They had been quiet; she could have sworn they had been. Staying out of everyone's spotlight was what she was good at. She was just the stage crew after all. So when the spotlight shined onto the direction of Pepper and herself; she froze, solid like a block of ice, if that ice had a heart beat going at one hundred miles per hour.
She felt like a criminal, who had just been caught red handed in the middle of a midnight escape by the prison guards.
The boy approached. She couldn't see who it was, but the fact that he showed no fear at the thought of two people sneaking around in the darkness, in a killer take all situation, unnerved her. That bravery might have attributed to the fact that he possibly had a concealed weapon on his persons. Or the fact that he had just spotted two weak looking girls for easy pickings. Or maybe he was just crazy. None of those were good signs.
Delilah wanted to run. She wanted run for her life and to hide in the darkness and never turn back, but she could not do any of these things. Pepper was here with her and she could not just leave her to fend for herself alone. Pepper wasn't a fast person. Sure, Delilah would have gotten away, but at the expense of her best friend, and she could definitely not stomach the thought of being responsible for Pepper's death. They were like sisters and if anything were to happen to her, Delilah didn't know what she would do with herself.
The light was right on her face next, as her feet continued to be firmly planted onto the ground. Her knees wobbled ever so slightly in the night, her bones shook, not from the cold, but from undeniable fear. As the boy stepped closer and closer; Delilah's hands searched for the hilt of her sabre as she had done twice before. It would be over eventually, one way or the other.
Instead, the boy stopped in his tracks. The bright light stung at Delilah's eyes, as her hands motioned out of instinct for the boy to lower it. He had a gun didn't he? And she couldn't do a thing except to await her execution, like a western war criminal that she was. Instead he spoke her name.
It was him. She knew that voice. He was Leo Raclaw, a boy with a reputation for being very lazy and a bit of jerk as well. She didn't know whether she was to continue being scared or be annoyed, as the basic response to his voice.
Next thing she knew, he was inviting both her and Pepper to enter the nearby home, which contained more of her classmates. To that, Delilah's mind immediately thought of the word: Trap. On the other hand, the fact that he was already telling her that there were others already in the home told her that it might not be a trap after all. Yet, the thought of being around a bunch of her classmates, after killing two of them made Delilah especially nervous. The quick stare Leo had given to her, didn't help.
Delilah temporarily flinched at the touch of Pepper's hand onto her shoulder. Pepper insisted they follow Leo and go in. Delilah wanted to object, but she knew she was in no position to reject said offer, as she was sure that it was one offer she could not refuse.
The young French Canadian teenager said it as sweetly as she could to Leo and Pepper, in addition to a smile which she hoped didn't come off as absolutely nervous and unsure. Which if it did, she could chalk off to her regular personality. Who knows? Maybe Pepper was right with her judgment here. Maybe Leo and the rest in that house were trustable people, who could keep them both safe. They probably didn't know or suspect anything about what she had done to Patrick and that sick bully, Richard. In fact they didn't have to know. She would never tell them and she was sure Pepper wouldn't either.
If anything went wrong, she would already know what to do.
The girls walked in, Delilah was careful to stay in the very back, attempting to remedy her trembling by squeezing her bag as she had done back in the mines that morning. She thought of Sam again, wondering and hoping he was safe and alive as well. She felt like a horrible, horrible person for leaving him like that after all he had done to help her.
The group began to take notice of her and Pepper, with the flashlights beaming at each of their positions. With every set of eyes on her, the tightening of her arms around her pack would strengthen. They seemed safe enough, though. Maybe if this group was as nice as Pepper made them out to be; they could help her find Sam and Clair.
Yes, it was a good thought, which was abruptly ruined by the flashlight going to the face of one girl in the room whom Delilah recognized immediately.
It was the girl with the gun, whom Delilah had seen near the bridge. She was the same one who witnessed Richard's attack and Delilah's retaliation. For a second, Delilah could sense her breathing stop, as her hand went to Pepper's sleeve. It was a gentle tug, telling Pepper that they had to leave.
As if things couldn't get any worse; a voice out of nowhere started up from what seemed like all around them. It was the voice of that evil Sheriff who kidnapped them and made them play this disturbing game. His voice alone almost made Delilah start to cry.
Then to Delilah's horror: He started announcing the deaths one by one.
There were other killers too; people whose sprees made her seem like an angel: Rebecca and one of the Simons'. She had been proven right the whole time, to be extra careful around her classmates after all. There were dangerous people out there and she couldn't afford to trust most of them.
She could feel her heart sink from her chest as a huge chill ran up her spine, in this room filled with her classmates en masse, about to hear every single atrocity she had committed so far.
No, no! This wasn't supposed to happen. She had no idea they were going to announce these things for everyone to hear. She wasn't safe around anyone anymore. They'd all hear about what she had done and they would never forgive her. She had committed an unforgivable Faux pas and soon they would hunt her down and punish her for it.
Delilah had been so concerned about her current situation as a result of the ongoing announcement, that she stopped paying attention halfway through. The announcements could keep them all preoccupied, and she could use the opportunity to leave before any of them could do anything bad to her.
"Pepper." She whispered, gripping onto her best friend's sleeve and willing her to leave the building as quickly as they could. Her feet were already moving.
. We must go!"