The next two days were conventional. We shared secrets, bonded, cracked jokes, pulled out several pranks on each other - not too nasty of course, had as little illumination as possible to keep Maisie stable, stole hot little smooches with Maisie when the others weren't looking, for privacy's sake, buried Buster - their now late golden retriever, and ate pizza, too much of it but amidst all this, Russel was behaving queer. Was it about two nights ago?The blue sky where bats meandered around at dusk wept for hours too long the previous night like it was lubricating the way and bringing us to our doom faster, the businessman and Sal.About them...**Dusk's cloak was casted off as the golden sun gave a bright colour to the clouds and meadows and mountains, valleys, too. It bath all things within reach of its reddening beauty with yellow light, drying up the fields and

The businessman had two Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk waiting - a dull red colour with two men in it and the other, the colour of the clouds, another two men in it - all four armed to their fingernails, waiting at the emporium's exit for the face in the picture each man held tensely, as they sat in the confines of the unique automobiles, waiting for him to pass through.**None of us had our driver's licence with us and I was the only one with some knowledge of the three of us. I got into the coachman seat, Sheryl sat in the backseat and Maisie, on my right. As I turned on its ignition, the new engine hummed to life with a collected, uniform buzz.I drove slowly out of "Car_Go" with the streamlined, black Jeep moving at and with my command which was actually Sheryl's who knew every inch of the market.Javaughn's Hearth was glued on my mind, it seemed like the safest place in the world where we could lay lo

Mrs. Spikes, as we ended up knowing, was a contrasting figure compared to her green eyed husband. She was tall - roughly over six feet, I guess. Quite fat, had deep brown eyes that sunk in and a few strands of black hair that poked out of her jaw which was just one of her many queer features.She was in a stained and extremely long black skirt that started from her waist, went way down her long legs and reached down to her dirt smudged sandals and I got that funny feeling that it had once been a drapery.She had a cold smile that caused her lips to twist in a weird form like a squeezed rubber but other than that, she looked like someone that was born to live in Javaughn's Hearth.Just about a minute after she met us, Mr. Spikes, the green eyed dwarf, gave her a quick scowl which I managed to catch and she strutted away. "I'll be attending to the goat", she said as she took her leave.Javaughn's Hearth was

Mer took Sal's phone and passed it on to Amaya to go through while she went to distract Sal on his way back, creating more time for thorough scanning.Before Mer went with Sal, she'd told Amaya his password."Good luck with it", Amaya had told her then winked before going in the direction of the male toilet to lurk around.Amaya who was skeptical about invading people's privacy, phones especially, took a quick glance at the cafeteria, the man that Sal had locked eyes with wasn't around and no one seemed to be paying attention to her, or the phone.She felt funny as she typed in the password leaving his privacy at her mercy. She went through his call logs, one particular number kept reappearing but it had no name, she went through his text messages, nothing of interest was there, love messages with Mer, an "I'm on my way already" to his mum and a few random texts.She dropped the phone with a sigh, her and Mer sti

My heart was drumming against my ribcage and my head throbbing against my skull as I dashed down the dark, wooden stairs. From the fourth storey, I bolted down the third in about half a minute, as I was on my way to the second, my left leg sunk into one of the stairs that dissipated into lots of sawdust.I tried forcing my feet out of it but it was stuck about seven inches into it and crowned at the surface with sharp edges that dug into my flesh causing small streams of blood spread across the stairs and down my leg.I didn't have much time for a stupid, rotten staircase made of wood so I tried yanking my leg out of it but that was a horrible mistake as waves after waves after waves of colossal pain tore through my left leg almost making it go numb.I squinted up into the dark where I'd come from to see if maybe whoever it was that I'd chased was anywhere around, about to take revenge on me for shooting him but he wasn't and despite