Socrates, Zeus and Allen all sat on a hill, overlooking what has now become a crime scene. A terracotta house rested below them, officers crowding the place and taking in heaps of evidence, even a large broom.
In the background there was a mound of smoke as the officers surveyed the wreckage of a crashed plane, a pathetic attempt at a landing resulting in a broken tree, and a pond filled with steaming metal and pieces of broken glass.
"Woah, talk about bad landing." chuckled Allen, trying to make light of there situation as they sat in the australian heat, sweat dropping down there chins while Socrates took a swig of water from there canteen.
"Can you shut up." Mumbled Zeus, overlooking the hectic scene, studying what to do next. They were at a standstill, whichever path they took it would just waste time, they had to pray that a miracle may happen that could save there drastic state.
"Someone's angry." Taunted Allen, sitting down on a rock when suddenly Zeus lunged at him, his big burly hand extending out towards Allen and launching at his throat which he gripped around him.
"I don't want to hear another word out of that mouth of yours. You're the reason we're sitting here, right now. You're the reason we're stuck in the middle of Australia and we're all going to lose our jobs. You're the reason why those three hooligans are out in the wild probably pissing on our future graves." Zeus snapped, choking Allen who was suspended in the air, gasping for breathe while he could only helplessly stare into Zeus's eyes.
"Zeus let go." Socrates begged, watching his partner be mercilessly choked by Zeus, obviously furious about his partners wrongdoings. "Zeus let go!"
Zeus dropped him, and Allen began scouring for breathe, crawling on the ground while he regained oxygen into his lungs, his eyes and neck a bright red.
"I'd suggest you keep it quiet, or next time i'm not letting go." Zeus stated, his voice firm and loud and echoing across the flatlands. The police officers continued there job as usual, there blue and red sirens blurred in the background.
"Are you okay, Allen?" Socrates asked the weak Allen, who helped him sit down as Allen coughed horrendously, his old body not working like it used to.
"Y'know, I still have one last weapon to use against them." Allen announced, watching as birds flocked over the crime scene and the ocean glimmered in the very distance, boats sailing in the windy breeze.
"What?" Zeus faced Allen, who continued staring into the distance. Allen grabbed his phone, then facing it towards Zeus, who opened his mouth in shock at what appeared to be a map which was tracking the steps of the kids and there current location, in detail with visuals. Zeus realized how useful this could've been and turned towards Allen.
"We could've used this the entire time. Why didn't you tell us? How did you get this?" Zeus boomed, tossing the phone aggressively to Allen, who dropped it and picked it back up, dusting it off.
"Well, when that Rob boy tried to fight me, I managed to stick a tracker on his suitcase." Allen loosely explained in simple terms, Zeus standing up and grabbing there bags in excitement.
"This is our chance. It's now or never, get up. We've got business to do." Zeus pushed everyone out as the police scanned the scene, lowering the harmed aggressor onto a bed and loading him onto an ambulance, and the sirens whirred as he was sped off.
There seemed to be no outside damage— no bleeding, no wounds or cuts except for some left on his face, maybe he had cut his face with glass. Either way it wasn't his downfall— instead it looked like he had fallen down the stairs, but there was something that led them to believe different. A knife, resting gently next to his hand, and a broken glass cup, in shambles on the ground with some blood attached to it.
Something more had happened there, something more than just a simple fall. It was more sinister than expected.
*
Rob heard the satisfying click after manually inserting the key into a slot, then busting through the hotel door to find his partners-in-crime resting lazily on there separate beds, there white sheets outlining there figure.
"Get up! Get up you two!" Rob yelled, going over to Williams bed and throwing the blanket off, trying to shake William up. But he seemed persistent on sleeping, yawning and turning to other side in a defiant move.
Rob then turned to the other bed, tossing the blanket off to an annoyed Hannah, causing Rob to furiously grab the water and splash it onto her face, and she screamed in defense, waking William up as well.
"What are you doing?" Hannah furiously shouted, water dripping down her chin onto her shirt as she got out of her bed and seeing her clothing soaked in drinking water.
"We got out next clue, it's at the Sydney Opera House. Now get into new clothes. William, you're coming too." He laid the bill out flat on the nightstand, the crinkly one dollar bill resting neatly on the wooden storage.
"I'm not following?" Hannah said, still not following with whatever theory Rob had to offer to them.
"What's this about?" William got up out of his bed and faced both of them.
"Look, cmere." Rob motioned towards himself and got onto his knees, prompting Hannah and William to look at each other like this guy was crazy. But nonetheless, they crouched down, and Rob pointed to a bunch of random numbed which looked coded.
"No way." William tried to grab the dollar but Rob yanked it away, tucking it in his pocket.
"We all need to leave as soon as possible, it's necessary." Rob said, standing back up and grabbing the shotgun from the suitcase and loading it back up with some ammo, heading that eerie yet adrenaline-inducing sound.
"Woah, what are we gonna do, kill someone?" Hannah reached over and grabbed the intimidating gun barrel, lowering it down towards the carpet flooring.
"No, this is only to scare people. I'm not looking to murder anyone." Rob sighed, shoving it back into the suitcase, feeling the weight of it as it slid in and he zipped it up.
"Well what's our game plan?" William said, ruffling back his messy hair, and putting back on his stylish fedora.
"It's simple. We barge in and search the place, strip it down and search for whatever's so important at this specific opera house." Rob persisted. There were bags under his eyes but he was determined, extremely eager to do what he had to. He had already sunk into the idea, and trying to leave it now would even complicate things further.
"This sounds too ambitious. We're just a bunch of thirteen year olds trying to get this stupid amulet." Hannah groaned, opposing the idea. This was the smarter choice, but William and Rob seemed locked in.
"I got stranded in the woods once. Had to stay alive for a few hours until I could reach help." William interrupted, already packed up and heading out the door.
"Hannah. You've been rich you're entire life, little miss goody two shoes. I've had to live on the streets and provide for myself. How about you get it together, be a strong individual girl for daddy, and grow up?" Rob scolded, his voice leaving a bitter taste in her mouth as he walked out the door, the suitcase rolling on the ground. With the words echoing in her head.
"I'll show him." Hannah mumbled, grabbing a key and walking out the door with them, looking back at the empty room with sheets thrown about. With one final peak, she closed the door, and the same silence when Rob walked in now resided once again in room 1314.
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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...
