Midnight

Chapter 34

Author's Note:

I LOVE WRITING. BUT I HATE IT. BUT I LOVE. OH WELL IM BIPOLAR. Not really. LOOK AT THE NEW COVER. EH? EH? EH? YOU LIKE? OF COURSE YOU DO. OHHHHHHH AND YOU RANDOM READERS OUT THERE, YOU TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY STORY FOR ME. OK? TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOUR ENEMY, YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND, YOU MOM, YOUR DAD, YOUR SIBLING, YOUR DOG, OR YOUR KOALA BEAR TO READ THIS STORY OKAY? AND IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO GIVE A NICE, INNOCENT, TALANTED, AND VERY MODEST (YUP, YUP YUP, SO MODEST) A RECODING CONTRACT, YOU TELL THEM ABOUT ME OK? WHYYYYY CAN'T I BE FAMOUS :( ANYWAYS here is the next chapter 

Chapter Thirty Four

Tired and out of breath, Aaron and I near the ship. We float at the surface of the water as we grab a hold of the side of the boat. The boat seems to be a little old; the blue and white paint slightly beginning to peel off. It is a medium sized boat. A steel ladder sticks to its side. It goes from a little below the surface of the water all the way to the deck of the boat.

“Should I go first or would you like to?” Aaron asks me.

“I’ll go.”

Aaron nods his head and gives me room to get a grasp of the steel ladder. My wet shoes curve around each of the steps. My hands feel cold against the metal bars. Each step I take makes the entire ladder shake. I try to be quiet in fear of someone on the boat hearing me and calling the police. Once I have reached the top of the ladder, I swing one foot after the other over the edge of the boat and onto the deck. I turn around and watch as Aaron does the same. I give him my hand to help him.

As he takes my hand, he gives me a small smirk. I stare at him for a second, but I something makes me quickly look away. I stare down at my feet feeling my cheeks getting hot as he quietly jumps on the deck. I look up to see him staring at me.

My cheeks turn a shade of red ONCE AGAIN. Suddenly shy and embarrassed, I try to think of something to say.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I say in a small voice.

“Nothing…Its just-“

Aaron gets cut off by a faint creaking sound of perhaps a door. He looks at me, a little fear in his eyes. I notice something, though. The fear is nothing comparable to the first time we did something dangerous. He has become much braver, we both have.

Aaron signals me to follow him. We move fast without making a sound. Aaron and I hide behind some wooden crates at the edge of the boat. Him and I kneel down so that we cannot be seen. Footsteps come closer and closer to us. I see Aaron reach for something at his side. I do not ask him what he is doing in fear that the person on this ship would hear us.

The footsteps come closer and Aarons grip on the object gets tighter.

I see a hand reach toward us. Before I can even realize what is happening, I see Aaron swing arm back, with what seems like a metal object in his hand, and hit the man. One hit and the man is out cold. Aaron looks at me. I look back at him and then to the man’s body. He’s alive, that much I know. I get up from behind the crates. Aaron comes right behind me. He slowly lets the metal bar slip out of his hand and fall loudly on the floor. We leave the man out there on the deck for now as we head toward the boat’s steering wheel. We get to the wheel by walking up a few steps and entering a small room. The small compartment were the wheel is contains two chairs for the drivers to sit in. Aaron sits in one of them and starts trying to figure out how to drive the small ship. I look around for something to tie the man on the deck up with. After rummaging through the room, I find some fishing equipment. There are some nets and rope. I take the rope and head back out. I see the man still lying on the floor. I walk over to him and hold onto is arms. With much strength, I pull the tall and buff man to railing at the edge if the ship. I make him sit with his back against the railing. I wrap the rope around his torso and around the rails. I do this a couple times until I can tell that he will not be able to escape. After I am satisfied with my work, I go back to see Aaron. We are approaching the land. I stand next to where he is sitting.

“Was it wrong?” He asks me without any hesitation in his voice.

I know exactly what he is talking about.

“No. You saved the both of us. Imagine if he got us and called the police. It would’ve been over. Kratos would’ve won. You didn’t kill him. You just…distracted him.”

He looks at me, still unsure.

“I… suppose you are right.  Well, anyways, we are here.”