Final Awesomeness. So there.

by adrian.dakota

Oh, the joy. The happiness you get when you’ve written something good. Something awesome.

My last hilatheo for a long time. I’m going to have to stop writing these soon.

Ask no questions and you’ll receive no lies.

Enjoy!

Retrieval

Hilary jumped into the holding cells, landing smoothly on the floor.
“About time you got here,” grumbled Theodore. “I’ve been waiting for ages.”
Hilary strolled slowly to the gate. “Couldn’t you just have used magic or something?”
“I wasn’t bothered,” he said kindly. It took Hilary a moment to realise that Theodore was staring at her, in an almost… oh gods, could that count as lovingly?
“What?” she snapped, inserting the key and turning the lock.
“Nothing,” said Theodore. The click echoed in the room, a satisfying noise that made Hilary smile.
“Come on, let’s go,” said Hilary. She pushed the sliding gate to the side, releasing Theodore from his prison.
She ripped off her gloves. No point keeping them on, especially since the alarm was going to be tripped when they discovered Theodore missing. Anyway, they practically cooked her hands, the way they tightly wrapped around her fingers.
Theodore took a step out as Hilary clambered back up the wall again.
“Hurry up, Theodore,” she said, pushing herself into the ventilation system.
“Seriously, Hilary?” said Theodore doubtfully. “Of all the ways you could come in, you had to go for the more traditional vent.”
Hilary let herself fall, dusting her palms as she stood up. “What do you suggest, then?”
“I suggest you get out whichever way you want to, and I’ll go out my way.”
“Fine,” snapped Hilary, jumping back into the narrow vent. She thought she could hear footsteps, but as no unforgiving hands held her legs and dragged her back out, she decided she must have imagined it.
Navigating through the dense network of ventilation shafts is never easy. Firstly, there’s the darkness. It surrounds you, engulfs you, and threatens your very heart. The only way Hilary managed to get her way though was by blatant memorisation. The maps. The infrared scans. Anything that showed the layout of the piping.
Secondly, there was the constant fear. It pounded in your heart, spreading through your body like a virus, infecting every cell, every organ, every sense. To Hilary, it seemed like everything was amplified; a tiniest of all scratches would startle her, and her breathing was like a big tracer, sending everyone to her.
Then there was the space. Hilary didn’t like small spaces. She nearly drowned; that made small spaces and water dangerous enough. And the vent was tiny. Really tiny. It was just big enough for her to fit through; any smaller and she would be screaming. She would also be screaming if she wasn’t doing it for anyone besides Theodore.
Theodore. How was he going to get out?
The questions and fears swarmed out of her mind as she approached the exit.
Ha. Less than five minutes. Theodore could not have beaten her, that evil, arrogant brat.
She hit the metal rungs, letting them ring loudly.
Who cares. No one can hear them anyway.
A shadow passed in front of her. Okay, maybe someone heard them.
“Can I help you out?” asked Theodore’s voice heavily.
Oh great. How did he get here so fast?
“No,” said Hilary wearily. She pushed at the grill and it fell onto the ground.
Sighing, she let her body drop and almost crashed.
“You need more control,” said Theodore calmly. “It’s not a drop; it’s more like a steady whack.”
Hilary simply snorted. “Who knew that you would be such an expert on falls?”
Theodore ignored the comment, idly plucking a book out from the bookshelf. The monitors whirred behind him.
“So is the car outside?” he asked finally.
Hilary suddenly remembered her mission. She strode past Theodore, making for the door. “Yeah.”
“Wait.” Theodore’s voice was fast, urgent, and desperate. She had never heard that before… and she doubted she ever will.
His arm grabbed hers, swinging her around and bringing their faces together.
Oh gods oh really oh great oh…
The words trailed off in Hilary’s mind as she let the euphoria flow through her. This was it; the was why she had come. This was the reason why she didn’t kill Theodore; this.
Nothing else would ever compensate this.
This.
A continuous ringing tugged her back into reality. She pulled away, her eyes searching for his.
“I’m glad you came,” Theodore whispered.
They finally met, meaning, understanding, compassion trading through the invisible links.
“Me too.”

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