The ride was rough and shaky, lasting around 7 hours at most and Rob had thrown up about 5 times by now. It was hard navigating through the ocean, the wind whipping against there hair. It was early morning when they first spotted a few islands, hinting they were near the coast, but everyone had been knocked out by know.
They hadn't gotten sleep in a good while, and this was the perfect opportunity for it. But Hannah couldn't sleep. She had been up the entire night, thinking about that gunshot. She had a bit of blood on her shirt, but she tried not to think about it.
"We're almost there." Tom said joyously, lowering the airplane and causing a massive shift in gravity. Hannah, having the mom instincts she does, made sure everyone was strapped up as it made its glide down.
The decent was a rough one, shaking everyone awake and throwing there hair all around while it rocked backs and forth like an aggressive cradle.
"Lord save me." Whispered Rob as they saw the first bit of land covered in grass. The plane was practically kamikaze diving straight for the ground, and they were about to nose dive for a crash.
"What are you doing?" William jolted towards the steering wheel and wrapped his hands around it, jerking it up, but he felt it come loose. The good news was the plane was facing the right direction, but the steering wheel had completely off, and now was in Williams hands.
"What did you do?" Tom asked, now panicky and looking around for a solution. They were getting close to a tree, and there was no way of stopping. A janky plane like this stood no change against it.
"Well maybe if you didn't have such a shitty built plane, we wouldn't crash and die." William yelled, as the plane inched closer and closer to the lone tree in there way. Everyone braced for the impact and Hannah held William down as there was a loud crash, and then they felt the rattle of the plane as it spun in circles and dropped there luggage onto the ground.
Pieces of metal were flying everywhere and there was a distinct smell of smoke as they spiraled down towards a quiet shallow pond. They hit the water with a crash and seconds later water surrounded there faces and there clothing. They couldn't see a thing under the mess of glass and metal, but the seatbelts had been ripped off by the impact, so they swam to the top of the pond, but only Hannah and William were there.
"Rob?" Hannah asked as water dripped from her clothing after emerging from the dirty, swampy mucky water they were engulfed in. Tom followed soon after, the last person they'd want escaping the pond.
"Look what you did!" Tom barked, standing up in his wet clothing, soggy and disgusted. His long hair once put into a man-bun was now free flowing and dripping water everywhere.
"Shut up! Robert?" Hannah questioned, feeling around the water and spitting the water out of her mouth. Suddenly a group of bubbles flew to the top of the water, and Rob emerged covered in seaweed.
"That was the worst ride of my life." Rob hopped out the water and picked the seaweed off his back, taking his shirt off as they started walking towards a house that they were supposed to land near.
It wasn't anything grand, but it looked decently maintained compared to the other house. Tom already grabbed a few towels and handed it to them, allowing them to clean themselves while water dripped from there clothes onto the floor.
"Do you know how much that plane was. You're going to have to pay me back." Tom demanded while he rested against the counter, his face dug into his palms.
"Wait, where's our suitcases?" William wondered, completely ignoring Tom and focusing on another task at hand.
"I think they were in the woods, I'll go get them. Shit, what if something's ruined?" Rob was already out the door, while William turned towards them.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom." William surveyed around the room for the bathroom, until Tom pointed left of him in which he opened the door and entered into.
Tom grabbed a glass of water from one of the cabinets, and went to the fridge to grab a carton of clumpy milk, which Hannah couldn't bare to watch as he poured it in and sipped it.
"So, i'm thinking i'll go easy and say an extra thousand will be necessary dont you think?" Tom spoke after gulping down the entire glass, unamused of himself for even drinking that.
"I'm sorry? For what?" Hannah questioned as the man smiled and pointed out a broken window towards the smoke coughing out of the plane and into the morning sky.
"When your friend comes back you're paying up." Tom ordered, starting to get angry at Hannah, and slowly, without being noticed, manages to slip a knife into his grip and hide it behind his back as he walks up to Hannah.
"No and you can't make me. You got your half and that's what we agreed to." Hannah argued, not backing down when he came close and standing straight up.
"Also the fact you're Runaways. All three of you are missing and I participated in that. Now i'm in trouble because I helped you guys." He leaned against the hard Granite countertop, empty glass in his right hand, knife behind his back in the other. Hannah looked at his other arm and noticed he was hiding something behind his back.
"What is that?" She had a worried look in her eyes as she began to piece together what was happening. He suddenly took out his brandished knife, rearing his arm back and Hannah screamed, being frozen in time when she saw a golden opportunity. She grabbed the glass cup and slammed it into his old face, the glass burying into his skin. At first there was some blood, but then there were streaks down his face in red, and William emerged from the bathroom in only his underwear to try and find out what was happening.
"Hannah?" William called, only for her to wrap around his chest while Tom stood up laughing, knife still clutched in hand and Hannah and William backed into the hallway, holding each other tight.
"Oh the police will eat this one up." Tom psychotically suggested, the knife gripped tightly in his hands as he made his ominous way along the hall way. William grabbed the picture frame and held it out in front of him as Tom sent his knife starlight through it, causing a mess of glass to fall to the ground.
"Up here!" William gestures to the stairs, and they ran up it together while Tom slowly followed after, taking his time while William and Hannah stepped backwards, and Hannah found a broom. She picked it up and had the idea to wait until Tom made it to the top, then she would push him down with the broom.
As Tom made it to the top, Hannah suddenly lunged the broom at him and he felt himself loose balance, falling down the flight of stairs to the ground and knocking himself out on the hardwood flooring.
There was a huge period of silence, and Hannah buried her face into Williams chest as they both walked over to the stairs, to see the body, laying on the floor.
"Is he dead? Hannah shockingly asked, looking over at the unconscious body. The knife was laying flat out on the floor, and William calmly dropped the broom, grabbing Hannah's wrist.
"No, but he'll be up any minute. We need to get out of here stat." William replied, marching down the stairs with Hannah to see a figure in the doorframe.
"What happened?" Rob said, standing in broad daylight with there luggage.
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The Eight Amulets, Vol. 1
General FictionEvery since William had arrived in Springfield, things had gone haywire. Car crashes, bullies, and trouble following him everywhere. But then there was a final straw when his mom became incredibly sick. It all leads to one curse, and it's down to Wi...
