Smoking Power

Chapter 32

I do nothing. I can't do anything. I don't breathe, I don't blink, I just stare at the spot directly in front on me, doing nothing. How are you supposed to react to the most annoying person in the world, telling you that your best friend is dead?

There's a thousand things that I want to do at the moment. I want to see her body, just in case he's lying. I want to stand up and scream until my throat is raw. I want to crawl up in a corner and cry. We've been through so much, and this is how her journey ends? But most of all, I want to give Marco the biggest fireball to his backside that he's ever had in his life. I want to do all these things so badly, but I still don't do anything.

In the background of my haze I hear Declan shouting insults at Marco. In my peripheral vision I see Clark gripping, gripping his upper arms, desperately fighting to hold him back from tackling Marco with a bunch of punches that I'd gladly give him. Although, as Clark holds Declan back, he gives Marco the glare that started the saying 'if looks could kill...'

In the peripherals of my other eye I see Gareth standing up from his spot on the couch, he shakes his head and say sympathetic words to Declan which I'm sure are meant to calm him down, but if anything, only angers him more. Standing behind Gareth's shoulder is Marco. Marco doesn't say anything but the cruel smirk on his face speaks volumes.

I think it's the smirk that crashes my first barrier of doing nothing, down. I slowly regain consciousness although I was conscious all along. It's the anger of knowing Ambers death wasn't an accident, it was a cold blooded murder from Marco, all because he doesn't want us to find the final lavapick piece.

My anger and annoyance to Marco, even Gareth since I'm pretty sure he knows how and why Amber died, finally brings me back to reality. I stand up slowly on shaky legs. In the past couple of minutes full of Declan shouting and Marco smirking, I've just been sitting here, doing nothing. So when I finally do stand up, everyone stops fighting and looks at me. Waiting for my reaction to her death.

"No," I clench my fists and swallow away the saliva in my mouth when I hear the shakiness in my voice. The last thing I need is for Marco to hear it and start gloating about that in my face too, "No," I shake my head, "No! She's not dead!!" I end up screaming at them.

Much to my annoyance, Marcos smirk only widens at me, whereas Gareth holds up his hands in front of him. What does he think that's going to do? Stop me from yelling? We both open our mouths at the same time, him to probably shut me up, and me to prove them that I'm not going to listen to Ambers murderers.

I'm not sure whether it's a good or bad thing when neither of us get to speak, due to some very posh and seriously irritating knocking on the door. At the moment, everything's ticking me off and I can't help it. The guard who's done nothing but stare straight ahead, this whole entire time, opens the door to reveal a seriously short, short man.

He walks over to us and stops in front of Gareth. Once again I'm shocked by his size. His head comes to a stop about an inch below my shoulder, and I'm not that tall of a person. Apart from his size, he looks like the typical mad scientist. Crazy, fuzzy, white hair that goes down to his shoulders, humongous, thick lensed, square glasses that cover most of his face and a big white lab coat which goes down to his feet.

"Sir, we disposed of the bodies. However we found something that you might be interested in, in Body A's hand." Rage flows through me as I hear his emotionless, almost robotic voice. So they're calling them Body A and Body B are they? They just disposed of the bodies, without letting us see them? I grit my teeth together. I need to lash out on something, or someone, and there are three people in this room that I'd happily burn, right now.

"Ah, excellent, excellent. How'd you transport it?" Gareths happy voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Swallowing my anger, I look at the thing that they're going on about. I didn't notice it before, but in the scientists hands is a huge slab of messily cut rock.