Infinity(on hold)

Chapter One

Chapter One: Moving

  I was in that state of sleep where I knew what was going on around me, but I couldn't react to it. To be honest, with my currant problems, it wasn't a really smart state to be in. It was the only way, however, I learned anything.

  At the present moment, the two people I was driving with were conversing in hushed tones.The had already learned my tricks, so they spoke only just above mouthing the words to each other. They also knew that I knew that did it. Both facts annoyed me to no end.

  They knew that fact too.

  It was dark out, past ten and maybe just past midnight. I wanted nothing more than a real bed to sleep in, but we couldn't 'run the risk of halting and leaving more than necassary clues to our destination.' Abmer had only been here for a couple months and already he was getting on my nerves.

  Our last hiding place had been in Washington D.C. We had had to move on when I was accidentedly caught on live TV at a Fourth of July festival. Abmer didn't care to stick around and risk being stupid.

  Markos was much more relaxed than the younger agent. He had been with me from the begining of this elaborate game of hide and seek. He was calm, relaxed, and a likeable man. I knew first hand that while he seemed tired or unalert, he was the most wide awke man I've ever met. His partner, Melissa Mywers, had been relieved of duty when a car crash caused her slight damage to her memory. Abmer was her replacement.

  Abmer was uptight and extremely cautious. Cautious to the point that I considered it borderline paranoia. There were times when I wondered why he accepted this task, as he appearingly detested my guts. Abmer was also in charge of hiding. That meant, whenever he deemed necassary, he decided when, where, and how we moved about.

  So, at midnight, we were headed north along the caost in a cramped car. Our destination was a small town in Maine called Fell Falls. If I had to, I'd go far enough to say Abmer was losing his marbles with how far he was moving us.

  Sitting up, I shook out my still slightly damp hair and gazed through the front window. Markos was driving and he met my gaze through the review mirror. Abmer continued to face forward.

  "Are we almost there yet?" I asked with a yawn and a stretch.

  "We'll be there soon, bratling." Markos replied with affection.

  "Thought Abmer said we'd be there by now." I complained quietly.

  "That was before we blew a tire, remember? We'll be there in another forty-five minutes." Abmer's voice was cold.

  "Rest for a little while longer, Elfie. I'll wake you when we get home." Markos ordered quietly.

  "Home is a fictional thing as of now." I stated, lying back again. "We're staying for a while?"

  "You have senior year this year. So, yes, Elfie. We are sticking around for a while."

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  The new house was smaller than the first but bigger than the one we just vacated. It was two levels, not including the basement or the attic. There were three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a study, a little room under the stairs, and the various other housy rooms. The kitchen was big and the dining room small. The living room was in between both sizes.

  The living room was of a geographical theme. One wall was painted of a map of the world and the other two were covered in maps of certain places and pictures from around the world. One of the walls was made of purely windows and window seats.

  The kitchen had cooking theme, obviously. The walls were olive green, the apliances were fiery red, and the counters were white and silver marble. The floor was black and white checkered and a couple picture frames held Italian, Oriental, or Spanish places or sayings.

  The dining room was a Victorian theme. The rug was fuzzy and black and dark gray. The table was dark wood and the china cabinet matched it. The walls were a dark wine red. The china in the cabinet had an oriental feel to them, painted with cherry blossoms and fans.

  My room was painted a silvery color with wood floors. There was awindow seat and a walk-in closet. The bed frame, bedside table, desk, and vanity were all wooden and painted an off white. A rug on the floor depicted a sun and cresant moon.

  I was not aloud in Markos or Abmers room, nor the study. That was their personal space not to be 'corrupted by a female,' as Markos said. That, and I wasn't s'posed to know where the cameras were located.

  The outside of the house was painted a jade green. The accents were a stormy gray and the door was a pale, mossy green. A white porch swing was a yard or so from the front door and two lion statues gaurded the steps.

  A small patio sat behind the house. It was big enough for a grill, a picnic table, and a little walking space. There was a firepit beside it, with a jacuzzi beside that. The yard then proceeded to cut into the surrounding forest.

  According to Marko, my first day here would be spent in town. He said that Fell Falls was a very local town. Every several weeks, there was a Market Day. On that day, everyone sold their foods or trinkets or wares. A MArket Day was tomorrow and Markos decided it was the perfect way to meet the people and make sure I could fit in without suspicion.

  Personally, I considered him the suspicious one, thinking I couldn't make it work here. We'd moved all over and I was growing sick of it. If there was a way to prevent having to move again, I would do it.