"Hands up, climb out of the car."
Jack couldn't believe this was happening. Nicole's health had improved; she was no longer so afraid, "Jack, don't climb out."
"We have to; they will kill us if we don't.”
“We are not climbing out. These guys are wearing the Taliban's clothes. I don't trust them. We are not in Iraq.” Said Angela
"These guys' faces are covered; their identities are hidden from us. They can kill us and walk away."
"You guys stay here. I will climb out."
"No, Jack, I owe this to you and Angela. Let me go."
The guy wearing the scarf over his face walked up to them, pointing his rifle at them, "move, move." He insisted as he swung his gun at them.
"Relax, I am climbing out." Jack had his hands in the air as the gunmen waved his gun at Marcus, “everyone out.”
They were stranded on a dry gravel pathway surrounded by bushes. The narrow, gravel, straight path had to lead them to
"We have been here over twenty-four hours, and I am starting to lose my mind. I would have thought they came in after the gas."There were screams all around. It was the kind of scream that bypasses the ears to speak right to the heart."I can't handle it, Jack. How do you keep so calm?""I block out my surroundings, Angela."Nicole moved over to Jack and looked up at him, "We will be safe, right?""Without a doubt."Nicole looked up at him, "I feel safe around you."Marcus looked over at his sister; she was calm and looked happy."How are you feeling.""Under the circumstances, I’m okay, thank you.""How are you feeling, Marcus?"Marcus looked around in this shit hole, “I guess under the claustrophobic cell with the smell. I am trying to survive like you.”"Imagine how your sister felt being here alone, and the anticipation of the unknown could be scary.""Thank you for getting her out of this hell hole. Maybe our purpose is to come back here to save others.Angela stood up and looked
"Who are you?" Claire looked down at Reaper and his men on one knee. "I am the man who decides what happens here tonight.” Mr. X sat on the chair with one leg folded over the other; his shiny shoes had the reflection of the chandelier. The silence in the house was deafening, and you could hear a pin drop on the floor. He then stood up and stretched out his arms as the men rushed over to remove his coat. Beneath his coat, he wore a navy blue silk shirt. "Where are your friends?" "I don't know what you are talking about?" He said in a deep voice, "I won't be so polite in repeating myself." "Are you talking about Marcus?" Mr. X snapped his fingers as the Reaper stood up. Claire looked bewildered with fear and uncertainty about what was about to happen. The Reaper turned around and walked into the back, "no, no, leave him, please." Her mother pleaded. "What are you guys doing?” Claire was about to pull out her gun when she felt a pistol to the back of her head, "drop it." said a de
Marcus arrived at the safe house and stuffed his mouth with food. Angela and Nicole were drinking water, “are you guys not going to eat?” Nicole, who had changed into a comfortable skirt, and a short sleeve top, walked over to Marcus, "Dont you care about anyone but yourself?" "What do you mean?" Said Marcus with his mouth stuffed full, holding a green apple. "Look at yourself, you are like a hungry dog who hasn't eaten in days, and it's only been twenty-seven hours." Angela couldn't help but laugh, walking up to Nicole, "twenty-seven hours is a long time without food, you know.” She removed the bread from on top of the refrigerator and took out the butter, "if you guys weren't here, I would be stuffing my mouth also full." Nicole snorted, "I am not like that. I get thirsty, that's it." Marcus was unsure how to respond, given that she has been through so much. Angela was licking off the butter knife when looking over at Nicole.
"Marcus, I don't think your sister is fine. She is going backward." "What do you mean?" "She is saying things that make no sense, and she kept singing, hush, little baby." "Thats a song my mom sang to us when we were afraid." Marcus grew concerned, clenching his fist, “those assholes fucked her mentally." "We must take her to a doctor for an MRI." Marcus walked over to the window, staring out. Lacy white-edged clouds rolled in over the blue sky, their centers as deep as any shoreline rock. “The weather is getting worse. It looks like we are expecting a storm.” Angela hurried over to the window glancing out, "What about Jack?" "He's like a cat with nine lives." Marcus joked, regretting his words afterward when seeing how concerned Angela was, "he will be okay." Angela looked at him with her deep soulful eyes, then walked over to the other end of the window, "Do you know Jack has always been the strong one
"What are you doing here?" Mark looked surprised, "the question is, why are you here, and where does this lead to?" "To my garage." Mark acted surprised, "fancy car in a garage?" "Yes, this belongs to a friend." Claire looked over Mark's shoulder, "why are they here?" “We came down here for some work and ended up trying to open whatever this is?" "Would you mind if we gave a peek inside?" Angela stood with her arms crossed, blocking Mark, the guys who climbed out stepped forward, "Gentleman, please give me some space?" He said, sounding annoyed. "Okay, boss." "Quite a title you have there, boss?" "Yes, they work for me on a construction site." "Construction site at this hours. I bet they get paid well over time, do you boys." She leaned her neck forward, grinning." "Of course they do. I take care of my staff." "Good to know, Mark." "Are you able to direct where you
"How did you find us here?""Well, you have known me since school. I've been good at sniffing out hiding places, Im like a trained dog on a leash."Thats quite a term to use, Marcus thought.Rogan had this smile when he smiled understandingly, much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance that you may come across four or five times in life.It faced –or seemed to face– the eternal world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. He was commonplace in complexion, features, manners, and voice. He was tall and of ordinary build. His eyes, of the usual blue, were perhaps remarkably cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as trenchant and heavy as an axe."So, will you tell us how you found it?" Angela crossed her arms.With his long shoulder-length curly hair, Rogan walked over to the fridge. Opening it, "your broth
"How do you know Rogan again?" Nicole stood with her arms folded, tapping her foot on the ground.Jack walked up to her, "Nicole, we broke up that day before you left. I am not sure if you remember that day. We went out separate ways saying no hard feelings.”Nicole eased her arms to her side and walked over to the window, staring out, "if we broke up, why am I here?""Because you have been through alot and me and my sister want to make sure you get treatment. After all, we both lost families."Nicole's eyes became teary, "so you never loved me?" She said, staring out the window and looking at the tree and the rain."I loved you, Nicole, but we both agreed we were better off as friends.""How do I know you are telling the truth and not just saying so because Jessica is here?""Jessica and I never had the connection we had. What we had was amazing. We built memories and had a great time together."Nicole folded her arms, s
Arriving at the hospital, Nicole and the others are waiting for the doctor."Don’t be nervous. You will be fine.""I dont feel that way. Right now, my heart is beating fast."She takes Angela's hand, placing it on her chest. "can you feel that?"Angela nods, "you will be fine try not to overthink it."Jessica is sitting on the opposite chair, is becoming impatient, then stands up and walks over to the reception. A young lady with red curly hair wearing red lipstick and a formal black skirt looks up."Can I help you, mam?""I don’t know, mam, if you are capable of doing anything else than sit there ignoring instead of lifting your ass off that chair and coming over to us to tell us what the holdup is?"The receptionist flickers her eyebrows, looking down at her file, then looks ups, "The doctor will let me know when I can let you in.""Is that not the whole reason we call in for an appointment?""Yes, b