Criminals

Chapter 4: Good Night.

           Keanan walked out the door and I cautiously followed. I kept telling myself that he wasn't going to do anything. I had already checked him for weapons without him noticing. Or maybe he did notice. I couldn't tell.

          His head snapped to the right. So my head followed but not as quickly. All I could see was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. The lamp was barely illuminating his face. But it seemed to be flickering. I wasn't. Keanan's hand was shaking violently. All of his body was. I started to panic. Was he having a seizure or something?! My hand grabbed his shoulder.

          "Are you ok?!" I looked him straight in the eyes. Or at least tried to. He wouldn't stop looking past me into the deep dark blackness as if it was a black hole waiting to eat him up. He couldn't run and hide because he was frozen. I watched as sweat trickled down his neck and goosebumps formed on his arm. This was fear.

          Pitch black sharp stabs of fear. I had to wake him up from this dream or memory or whatever it was. I snapped my fingers in front of his face and clapped my hands. I even just stood there a bit getting more terrified each time I tried something and failed. I stared into Keanan's foggy distracted pupils of his green and no longer gleaming eyes. Helplessly trying to find out what was going on inside his brain for him to just freeze.

          A tear dropped from his right eye without him even blinking once this whole time. I took both of his arms this time and shook him with as much energy as I could muster.

          "Keanan! Please!" I cried

          I felt a teardrop fall on my shoe. Everything was so messed up I couldn't Identify which one of us it came from.

          An oversized hand touched my forearm, I let out a scream. A huge man stepped in front of me.

          "It's ok" He whispered. He put his hand over my mouth so I would keep quiet. I started to struggle not liking the gross smell and taste of a sweaty hand. I had stopped as soon as I noticed the gun strapped to his back. The man removed his hand from my mouth cautiously daring me to make a sound or run. I did neither, trying not to think about what would happen if I did.

          He grabbed Keanan's waist and threw him over his shoulder. He then put his arm around my back and to my right shoulder and led me forward.

          We walked down the dark and creaky hallway. The lamp was only light enough to illuminate about a foot in front of us. We took so many turns I lost count. He stopped me at a door.

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          I hadn't noticed there were doors, it was dark, and I couldn't see very much. We had most likely passed a whole lot of them though.

          Dot two. We must have been in some kind of hotel or college dorm. Currently, the hotel idea was the better choice.

          "There are keys in one of his pockets." The large man said. His voice was deep like the sandy bottom of the ocean. The man set Keanan down on the floor. I took in a sharp breath, it felt like it stabbed the back of my throat. And I tried to swallow it down but the terrible feeling stayed.

         Keanan was as white as snow and his body was still shaking. I looked away and put my hand in the right pocket of his skinny jeans. Nothing. I put my hand in the other pocket. They were there, but they were cold. Ice cold. He didn't have enough body heat. Hopefully whatever was behind this door can help him. I tried the first three keys on the key ring. No luck. There were five keys in total. I pulled out the fourth luckily it went in the keyhole, and I opened the door.

          A Smell of dust and teenage body odor rushed to me. A big hand pushed me into the room.

          Click!

           My eyes burned once again from the lack of light for so long. The large man grunted. He set Keanan down in one of the two twin beds in the room. Then he grabbed a bag of medical stuff that was on a nightstand next to it. Then the man grabbed a syringe out of the bag, opened it, and injected it into Keanan's arm. I walked over, and in my astonishment, he wasn't shaking anymore.

          "How'd you do that?" I asked, looking up at the man's face. Which of course was very angular.

          "Do What?"

          "Well you know, like, saving his life?"

          "I Didn't save his life, I just put him to sleep" There was a long moment of silence. "Look, you need to sleep whether you like it or not. That bed is yours and I will get all this stuff sorted out in the morning."

          "What about my bag?"

          "Well, we wouldn't want you escaping or killing Clip in the night now do we?"

          "I don't need a gun or knife to kill someone."

          "I am aware of that, from what I know, but there won't be any killing tonight."

          "And how can you guarantee that?" I folded my arms.

          "Because you've got something for Clip." And on that note, The man walked out the door and locked me and Keanan in.

          "Good night!" I hear the man yell through the door.

I jumped back onto the bed that he said was mine and the second I closed my eyes I was asleep.