Chapter 6: •Test•
Chapter 6: •Test•
Quinn:
My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing that graced my sight was the concrete roof of the cell. At
first, my vision was blurry but after blinking a few times, I was able to see properly. I moved my limbs in
an attempt to sit up. The numbness that had attacked me had worn off but the bullet in my chest was
still stuck there. Involuntarily, I winced from the pain but that didn't stop me from sitting.
"You're awake". The familiar voice filtered into my ears.
For the first time since I'd encountered her, her voice was soft, portraying concern.
I hadn't noticed I wasn't alone till she spoke. Looking at her, she was seated on the same cloth she'd
brought the last time, a paper bag beside her.
"Does this always happen?".
Her voice was laced with worry while her eyes strayed to the bullet hole in my chest.
"Why do you care?".
My voice came out hoarse than I'd expected as a result of the dryness of my throat from being out for
hours. Seeming to notice it, she offered me a bottle of water from the paper bag. I moved closer to the
bars and took it from her, gulping down the contents till it was empty.
"I saw what happened yesterday". She paused, searching my eyes for any form of hostility but seeing
none, she continued. "I'd come back to get my phone and I saw Father Elliot shoot you before draining
blood from your body into a blood bag".
I stared at her continuously, with an expressionless gaze.
"For how long has he been doing that and what does he need your blood for?".
"Shouldn't you know that, if not then clearly, you're not well equipped for the job you took".
"As much as I'd love to see you die here, I want to know how you got here and why you think I work for
the General. Most especially, I also want to know what the priest uses your blood for".
"Gonzalez would be happy to tell you the story of his successful hunting expenditure".
She tilted her head, eyes staring into space as though she was deep in thoughts.
"Tell me about the Priest and I'd do whatever you want".
I chuckled at her request. Her curiosity was top notch but I was going to use it in my favor.
"Get me out of here and I'll tell you about the priest".
There was no way she'd agree to that. Gonzalez mustn't have told her about the priest.
"Why should I do that?".
Exactly what I thought.
"If you're so keen on knowing what he uses my blood for then you should do it".
Again, she remained silent in deep thoughts. I wanted so bad to know what was going on in her head
but all thanks to the sigil, I couldn't.
"Tell me about you and why you're here. I just might agree to help you".
Her request had me wondering if Gonzalez had been keeping her in the dark or if she'd been genuine
all along. Though I'd seen nothing on her phone, I still didn't trust her but telling her about me wasn't
going to hurt me at that point. So I did.
"You already know I'm Quinn Santiago, a member of the armed forces. I joined the army ten years ago
and in all of those years, I was never on good terms with General Gonzalez. The man is a cunning
fellow and would do whatever it takes for money and to also be praised. Many times, he'd collected
bribes from enemy countries and terrorists and fed the government with lies to prevent them from
investigating the cases. He was aware I knew of his dealings and was planning to expose him and that
was how I landed here. He used my men against me".
"What about the priest?".
"Gonzalez sold me to him. The priest as you call him is also like the General. Behind his facade of
being holy, he seeks demonic power and immortality. That's what he uses my blood for".
She frowned, brows knitting together in confusion.
"He injects the blood he gets from me into his body, allowing it to mix with his blood. In return, he This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
acquires the power and abilities I have and also, immortality".
Her frown deepened. I expected shock from her but her facial expression didn't give out any form of
surprise. Thus, I wondered if she knew about it and just wanted confirmation from me.
"You know about it already?". I gritted out, my demeanor quickly turning to annoyance and anger for
her deceit.
"Not about this". She responded absentmindedly. "Err...I-I mean...no. No, I didn't know about this".
"What else do you know about the priest?". I stared at her intently. She was hiding something.
"I never said I knew anything".
On every other female, my hard stare would have worked the magic but the woman wasn't just any
female. If she truly was a nun, then she had something up her sleeves.
"What do you need for your little escape mission?". She asked, quickly diverting the topic.
I waited a while, wondering if it was a setup. But then, I decided it was better to get caught escaping
than to sit and die in the cell without attempting to get my freedom.
"A gun with a silencer, a priest uniform, scissors, and a pair of boots. Size 43".
"For someone that needs help, you're demanding".
"You asked, didn't you?".
"I'll be back by nightfall". With that, she stood from the cloth and began folding it. "My phone".
I'd forgotten about the gadget. Lifting my leg, I dipped a hand into the pocket of my slacks and brought
it out. The movement affected the wound on my chest, making me wince. I needed to get the bullet out.
"What do you need for that?". Her eyes moved to the wound.
"A bottle of liquor".
She raised her brows at my strange request and I gave her a curt nod. Bending to my level, she took
the phone from me and left.
I hadn't expected her to agree to my request but she did. As much as I was surprised, I was also
thankful. My first mission once I got out of the cell was to investigate the woman.
It was clear she wasn't a nun but It wasn't clear if she was truly working for Gonzalez or not. But then,
my successful escape would determine the truth.