The Survivor (Daniel Atlas)

Chapter 4

"Woah!" I yelled as I landed in a, laundry basket? I heard a groan from under me and quickly stood up to see Danny. "I'm so sorry." I said giving him a hand.

"I'm just glad I didn't fall on top of you." He replied with a slight smile but stopped when he looked at me. His once humour filled eyes were full of concern. "Babe, you're bleeding. Did you hit your head?" He asked and rubbed his finger over the cut making me wince.

"I don't think so, I don't remember that actually."

"What the hell?" Jack said and stepped out of the basket.

"Weren't we supposed to land in a truck?"

"Where are we?" None of the questions were answered as a Chinese man started yelling at us and pointed towards the door angrily.

"I think he wants us out." I muttered earning a no-duh look from Sky. More Chinese men grabbed our shoulders and pushed us out of what seemed to be a kitchen. I looked around my surroundings and noticed it was a restaurant. When the men left us, the once loud dinning area got quiet. After looking us over, the restaurant got noisy again.

"Okay, why are we here." Danny asked no one in particular.

"I'm freaking starving." Lula announced.

"Yeah, I'm weirdly starving too."

"I could eat a horse."

"I second that statement." I agreed with Sky. Merritt pushed passed us and walked to the door and outside. A waitress passed us with a sizzling plate of food that made my stomach growl.

"At least, and I know it's not much consolation, but apparently we are now surrounded by Chinese food." Merritt rejoined the group and sighed.

"Guys, I think that where we are now, they don't refer to it as 'Chinese food', they just call it food."

"What? What are you saying? How is this possible?" Daniel fired question after question. I heard laughter and someone spoke up.

"I believe in your particular parlance, the word you're looking for is, magic." The person said and turned in his chair. I know him, how do I know him? Sure he looks like Merritt, his voice is different but I somehow know it.

"That guy looks just like you! He looks exactly like you! Are you seeing this right now?" Lula said to Merritt.

"This is crazy." Sky said under her breath.

"Chase." Merritt said simply. Chase. Chase, Merritt's brother?

"I must confess, it's like what I heard about meeting the Rolling Stones, they're shorter in person." Chase said but was ignored.

"Remember I told you about the guy who screwed me out of everything? This is my twin brother, Chase."

"Wait, did you do this?" Daniel asked taking steps closer to Chase. As he did that everyone in the restaurant stood up and pulled out a gun, aiming them at us.

"As you can see, my boss don't mess around."

"Danny, take a step back before one of them shoots us." I pleaded eyeing the gun that was between my eyes.

"I do not understand what is going on  right now! At all!" Lula admitted out loud.

"Join the club." I replied.

"Okay let me break it down for you. You jumped off a roof top I'm New York and landed in Macau, AKA, the Vegas of China. Presto chango! Don't you just love it? The greatest magicians in the world are the puppets to someone else's magic trick! Isn't that poetic? No? Well, I'm not going to let you guys yack my yung. Shoo shoo, moushoo." Chase said waving his hands which led to his men grabbing as and pushing us towards the exit.