Frigid Revenge: Day 18

Word Count: 108,028

Summary of Events:

Oakley made no attempts to talk at the second big meeting, where he was disappointed that the majority voted in favour of deferring their escape attempt to the next night for more prep time. Charlie was also upset by this, but Pierce took her aside and managed to calm her down before they agreed to something of an alternate plan. Oakley was just finishing his shower when he heard Sabrina cry in distress; coming out of the bathroom, he found Mr. Meyer with Sabrina at gunpoint and tried to talk Mr. Meyer into releasing her . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

""You really think I'm going to let her go?" Mr. Meyer asked. "I'm in the position of power and I refuse to relinquish it."

"She won't do anything to you," Oakley replied. 

"She'll keep you in check," Mr. Meyer said.

"You don't think you can do that all by yourself?" Oakley asked.

"Oh I can," Mr. Meyer said. "But I think I'm more effective this way."

Oakley rolled his eyes. "We both know what you really mean is that you're too scared to kill me because of how much I look like your son."

Mr. Meyer's expression changed into one of vicious horror and rage. Oakley suddenly wondered what he'd gotten himself into and was grateful the way out was behind him and not Mr. Meyer.

"Who told you anything?" Mr. Meyer demanded, his whole body trembling.

Sabrina slid from his grasp as he lowered his arms to his sides in clenched fists; his blood vessels on his forehead stood out as his face reddened; his muscles — although not even the size of Oakley's in a relaxed state — bulged.

"You didn't cut off the TV," Oakley replied calmly. "The outside world knows who you are, aided by my fight with you at the front doors. They've figured out that you're doing this because of your son."

If ever Oakley was certain he'd seen smoke coming out of someone's ears in real life, he was pretty sure it was now.

"We know you're holding us hostage because you blame a sporting organisation for Travis' suicide," Oakley said. "As if something that ridiculous could happen."

Mr. Meyer roared and lunged at Oakley.

Bracing himself, Oakley held out his hands and grabbed Mr. Meyer's wrists, paying especial care to where the barrel of the gun was pointing.

Not, though, that it seemed like Mr. Meyer even cared that he brandished a deadly weapon at close range. He seemed more intent on biting Oakley.

His teeth snapped together repeatedly, admittedly making a weak and pathetic sort of sound — not that Oakley's teeth sounded any more intimidating — as he lunged for Oakley's chest.

Oakley struggled against him and carefully worked to steer him into the bathroom.

Mr. Meyer fought viciously and it was all Oakley could do to hang onto him, especially considering that his hands were still somewhat wet from his shower, even though they'd been handling the towel.

Carefully Oakley managed to spin Mr. Meyer around while not letting go and crossed Mr. Meyer's arms across his back.

Mr. Meyer flailed his head and tried to pull away, putting his head down so it'd likely smash into the toilet tank and knock him out if he got free.

Flailing and pulling, Mr. Meyer ended up hitting the lever on the toilet that made it flush, but Oakley managed to hold on, although he felt like he was holding the tail of a lion."