Heart of fire: Hoax

Chapter 7: Back to hell

Two days went by. Lot's of jogging and coffee. No drama, no action. Nothing that would be in my interest. I was trying to forget the policeman. The earthquake. I swore I felt one. It was real, no?

I went alone early in the morning for a jog, stopped for a coffee and biscuit, walked around and well...nothing. The television channels in the hotel were boring, just little kids' cartoons or stupid dramas that made no sense. I was bored out of my mind.

Around four thirty in the afternoon, I got a buzzing sound from my walkie-talkie. I was doing some light stretching since I got back pain earlier that day. I went to my suitcase and unlocked it. "Seven? Seven are you there?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. I want you and the boys to go down by five. The same guy will be waiting for you. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

I packed my bag and waited for the rest to come back. By this time, they all would go and... do something. I never went with them. But I highly doubt it's for food. That's for sure. They all would come back with a weird, artificial smell from them, except Eight. She also went alone to wherever she wanted. The boys sometimes smell like raspberries and other times like blueberries, but the type of smell that makes your stomach churn. And other times, they smelled burnt. Not like a fiery smell, still bad though. I really wondered what they were doing.

Around twenty minutes later, the boys came back, into my room ofcourse, with their hair messed up and they were all giggly, like a bunch of high school girls. Eight hadn't come back yet.

"Since you weren't here, Sir told me we have to come down by five."

"Why?" asked Ten.

"To take us out for pizza. WHAT DO YOU THINK?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Ok jeez" He rolled his eyes back at me. Ten left the room to pack their stuff while Nine packed quietly. It was uncomfortable, I won't lie. I never trusted them. Nine is fine, I just get an uncanny feeling from the way he looks. Not to be mean, it's just he looks like someone dug up a body from a grave and brought the corpse back to life. Very thin, dead eyes, long black hair until his neck, he was the polar opposite from Ten.  Like they say, opposites attract no?

The sun was still high in the sky, shining its rays on us with an uncomfortable weightiness in the air. It was like my lungs filled with mud. A little bit of waiting, Ten and Eight followed us. She was covered in sweat. I presume she went jogging. "Not here yet?" Ten asked

"Yeah." I answered. We all just stood there awkwardly. I felt the ground shaking, but I ignored it. Don't make a fool of yourself.

A Honda Civic, nothing fancy, came up to us. The same black guy was driving it. "Get in." he blankly commanded. Ten raced towards the front seat, leaving us to be squished behind. At least I got a window seat, I guess.

And no one spoke for the whole ride. We drove for two hours, with the dreadful traffic jam. Honk, honk, honk. That's just all I heard. With people shouting obnoxiously at each other, and just the amount of time we were there was just horrible. I wanted peace. I wanted the noises to go away. I wanted everything to go away.

After sleeping during the ride, we arrived at another place, this time more isolated than before. It was just a grassland, with no sight of another town or even a house for miles. The songs of birds fill the air, with their beautiful praise with the smell of fresh, sweet smelling grass. It was refreshing after the smell of smoke in the city. I got out and stretched my hands up, almost reaching the heavens. A light jet stood there, feeling out of place from nature and greenery. "Well then," Eight started. "The end of the mission." she sighed. Without another word being said, we climbed on board. The jet was luxurious, with its bouncy leather seats, delectable food, and leg space. Not much like our last flight but it's better than flying economy, with the crowded space, no air to breathe, no peace of mind, my mind filled with different sounds. That's hell.