#corneliabraun

[novusacademy-yearbook]

Teeny tiny dancer Cornelia!

[infectedexecutioner]

Under Lock and Key ϟ Cornelia and Wade

Blood. It was everywhere. With Ajax’s near lifeless body at his feet, Wade scampered across the dank floor of the laboratory. He had to leave, and he had to do it fast. Hands, shaking with adrenaline, clutched at his hair. Now’s your chance, Wade. Take it. His hands dragged from his head to hold his temples, rubbing harshly at the skin as he attempted to clear his head. With a barely audible groan, Wade slapped a palm onto the concrete wall and hoisted himself up. The evidence of his grunt was quickly healing, but the lack of wounds failed to surmount to the level of anger boiling hot through his veins. Bastards, the lot of them. Wade was going to make sure they paid for what they did--and not just to him. Give them their very own taste of being in a dead pool. 

The handle from the room adjacent rattled, alerting Wade of company. Even though his hands were covered in the evidence of attempted murder, he fought the urge to laugh. Ajax’s body was strewn in front of the opening, and each attempt made by the person behind the door only served to wedge into his rolls of fat. After a moment, Wade’s stomach turned as his eyes grew sick of the sight. Instead, he focused on the pilfered keys between his fingers as he jammed them into the lock that brought his freedom. The sharp tinge of metal hit his nose as he left the laboratory, faced with the seemingly endless corridor that he had been dragged down on more times than he could count. Is now really the time to be reminiscing? “No, but it is time for something... and it starts with show.” 

Wade’s hurried footsteps increased when the blaring of the alarms sounded, coupled with panicked voices of guards tarnishing the air. Once he reached the last line of cells, he quickly dialed the pass codes that unlocked the doors. One by one, gracious smiles met his vision as they scrambled for safety. Like a beacon, the last of the rooms shined brightly. Wade knew he couldn’t save them all, but this one had to be the last. Once he reached the cell, he squinted at the scrap of paper that harboured the codes. He mouthed the numbers as he entered them, waiting impatiently until the light flashed green. Once it opened, his gaze fell upon a girl. “Well?” Wade asked, his arms spread wide with exasperation. “What are you waiting for? We haven’t got all day.”