The Rosett Legacy

Chapter 2

The station was not very far. If it were not for the two bags, I would have made it in half the time I took. After what seemed like an hour, I reached the station. I checked my phone. It had been 5 minutes till the call disconnected.

The station's name was Chicken Road. Huh. A weird name. It was relatively old but parts of it were renovated, like the shop underneath Platform 1. White, artificial lights brightened the shop up. I entered the shop, finding a way to escape Zeus' anger management classes. The shop was like a little Indian corner shop but not at a corner... if you know what I mean. Searching through my pockets I found a £2 coin. Yes! I thought aloud, thanking the money gods. I went to the drinks section of the shop. Now when a girl is in a shitty mood what better way to cheer it up than a nice, fizzy drink? That was exactly what I was going to treat myself to. I picked up the plastic 500ml Coca-Cola Zero bottle and went to the counter. Reaching the counter, I wasn't interested in who was behind it but rather the stand of bubble gum on the counter. I picked the Hubba-Bubba and put the packet, the Coke and the £2 coin on the counter. Just then I heard a familiar voice from the person behind the counter.

"Why, what are you doing here? Did they kick you out?" Eyes wide, my whole body froze, my hands still on my bottle. I lifted my face up to see the source of the voice, hoping not to find what I thought. The devil was standing in front of me. He was leaning on the counter, head supported by his hand and tilted to one side. It didn't help that he had the widest grin on his face and eyes which screamed evil. Bastardy was standing in front of me. Here's the thing, Bastardy's name is Andre Than and he is evil reincarnated.

The only thing that was keeping me safe was that I knew his secret. And he wanted to keep it that away. I wasn't meant to know. I saw him and now he's hellbent. First, he corrupted Jess against me, then Oliver and now we're here. It didn't take a genius to know how effective he was with manipulation. By scientific research, we know that people are more likely to trust people who look like Abercrombie models. They're also deemed to look smarter. Now Andre is an Aber-effing-Crombie look-a-like model. Do you see what my problem is? He is a manipulative asshole who's secret I now know. And that puts me into the bullseye zone.

"Has the kitty bit her tongue?" he said in his silky voice. To someone else, he would sound like he was flirting with me, but I knew better. "I think your Grandma just parked outside, she's looking for you."

This got me out of the trance I was in. I flustered, attempting to take my items, and tried to leave as fast as I could. Colour returned to my face, my brain reformed again from the jelly-like state it was before. However before I could take my suitcases to the front door, it closed on my face with a bang. And now I was shit-scared. Andre Than was a freak and believed that with power comes great death and destruction. I know he closed the door without touching it. Don't know how, but he did something. What's the word, yes, telekinesis? Andre Than practiced telekinesis. Right, then I was pissing myself. He could do anything with me trapped in the claustrophobic shop.

Logic said I should be banging on the door screaming for Grandma Rose to catch a sight of me. But before logic could enter my mind-
"If you call for Grandma Flower Power, I'll make sure to harm her as well..." Than said calmly. I tried to stay still, but I knew Than could see me shivering.

"You know I'll keep my mouth shut, haven't you done enough?" I spoke trying to hide the fear in my voice, hoping he'll spot the fake confidence. I could hear his footsteps, walking through the small shelf labyrinth. He stood in front of me, standing between me and my only escape route: the door. My moved my body to the left a bit, so I could see through the glass door. Andre moved as well, blocking my view. His sea-blue eyes transfixed to my dull brown ones. I could not give him the satisfaction of looking scared because that was what he wanted. So I sucked it up and looked straight into his eyes, with my jaws tightly shut.