Chicago Tension

Chapter 10

Damion pulled off the black dark mask the tall figure was wearing. What we saw was Apple's brother. "Is..is he dead?" I asked Damion in cold, dead fear. "I doubt he is." He answered. I hopped over the body and went out of the door. "Nurse!" I called out. I looked around and no one was there to help. No one was at the front desk and no nurse was walking around. "No one is here, Damion. What are we supposed to do?" I asked. "We can drag him out of your room and leave him somewhere." "Isn't that illgeal?" I asked.
He was already getting ready to drag the body out. He grabbed the hands and with the little strength he has because he just woke up, tries to pull him out "It's not illgeal if we don't get caught." He says. I looked at him with a daring look. "Really?" I asked. He stood up straight and sighed of annoyence. "I don't freaking know!" He said. "Now come here and help me." He demanded. I walked over to Apple's brother and was about to grab his hand but then I backed a way.

"Wait!!!" I shouted. "Shhh! What?" Damion said. "If the police finds this body, they can find our finger prints!" I explained. Damion looked at me in a confused way. I huffed and went to get two pairs of gloves and wipes that had bleach on it behind the reception desk. I walked back over to Damion and gave him some gloves and also the wipe. "Put the gloves on first and then wipe his wrist." We both put on gloves and I grabbed one arm and Damion grabbed the other. We both dragged a 198 pound man in front infront of the desk and ran back into the room. Damion closed the door and locked it. "I'm going to bed." I said. It's late. I laid in my bed and tucked myself in. Damion went back to his chair and wrapped himself in his own blanket. To be honest, I wanted him to lay in the bed with me.