Negotiating With the Enemy
I jumped up and ran to the door, effectively blocking her only escape. Her glare used to chill me to the core, but now it only made me laugh. I had the upper hand in more ways than one- i was bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter than her, plus, she thought i knew what was downstairs- and i planned on exploiting it.
“You’re not going to tell mom, or anyone else that I was down there, nor will you tell them that I know anything. They still think I’m naive, and it will stay that way.” I glared to enforce my point. I had a glare to rival hers, and, better yet, mine still had an effect. She was visibly shaken, but, trying to save face, her false bravado reared it’s ugly head.
“Oh yeah? And why should I listen to you?”
“Because if you don’t, you’ll never know what’s down there.” At that, her eyes widened, be it from curiosity or fear, I knew not which, but my heart was beating faster at the thought of reentering the lightless abyss.
“Fine, what’s down there?”