The Eight Amulets, Vol. 1

Chapter XXIV - Phantom of the Opera

"Jeez this is brutal." Socrates announced, seeing the body of a employee knocked out and bleeding from sort of stab. The idea was further proved by a bloody key inserted into a lock.

"We've seen worse. Look, a trail of blood." Zeus pointed to the trail of blooding leading from the employees spot down a long hallway with many doors lining each side.

"Do we go down it?" Allen said, leading to a light push by Zeus, but being huge, his push was heavy and sent Allen down to the floor, and he picked himself up.

"Of course we go down it." Zeus sighed and shook his head, realizing who he was working with. He followed the blood trail into the hall, like detectives investigating a crime scene.

"What's happened here?" Socrates asked, as the blood finally led into a singular storage room, filled with racks and racks of papers and sorts. Lightbulbs, water, paper, all items you'd expect to see in some office. On the floor in front of them was a tipped over box with glass lightbulbs that had been smashed, pouring the broken glass down.

"They're close." Zeus pointed out, noticing the fresh blood in the floor. He cautiously stepped over the glass, as he wasn't looking to hurt his foot today. It had been hurt plenty of times being an agent. One time it had been cut wide open on a mission to Jamaica a few years back. There was still a scar where it once was.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw someone moving, near the boxes, and then a pair of eyes, big brown eyes, staring at him. His instincts kicked in, but he was interrupted when Allen stepped on the broken glass, and he started limping on a foot like an idiot while Socrates was laughing like this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.

"Stupid glass!" Allen yelped, backing into a rack full of office materials which all fell backwards into another rack, causing a chain reaction which ended in the rack smashing into the wall and tearing it apart completely with a bang, echoing around the hallway with miraculous crashing. Pieces of the thin wall had been distributed around the place, Allen falling to the floor.

"Are you oka-" Socrates was walking over to Allen when suddenly he felt a sharp sting down in his left foot, and blood start dripping from it while a piece of glass stuck out.

"Could you both stop being idiots and be useful for once? We need this to complete our jobs, to provide." Zeus called, looking at the two fools in front of him, limping around while Rob and Hannah watched from the back of the room, leaning against the wall and looking at the open door.

"How about you? What have you done but follow a stupid blood trail?" Socrates yapped, suddenly catching a glimpse of Hannah and Rob escaping through the door, but Socrates felt inclined to focus back on Zeus.

"I've saved your butts more times than I can count on my fingers." As Zeus spoke, his voice faded as Hannah and Rob made there great escape down the hall, crouching until they couldn't see the room anymore and then sprinting.

"That was close. Well at least it sounded close." Rob took a breathe of relief as they bolted down the narrow hallway, gripping hands with Hannah so she could lead the way to the blind boy, his hair whipping around in the air conditioned building.

She didn't notice as a figure appeared in front of them, and she slammed into William, who had just escaped the big theatre, instead being smashed into by Rob and Hannah and they all collided on the floor.

"You were supposed to lead the way!" Rob complained as he felt his nose to make sure that it wasn't pouring blood again, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve, feeling the wall to help him stand up as they all got grounded.

"What happened to you? You too Hannah." William pointed to the two beat up people that stood injured and wounded, Hannah looking back and grabbing Williams arm.