Lovers ~Jack Wilder Fanfic~

Chapter 3

The next thing the Horsemen remember is waking up in what appeared to be laundry bins in the back of a busy Chinese kitchen.

"Where the hell are we?" I grumble, rubbing my head and looking around the busy room in which we landed in. "Wasn't there supposed to be a truck?"

"Wait, did you mis-run the tube?" Daniel asks Jack as the four of us climb out of the bins.

"No, I put it in the truck." Jack says, "I know I did!"

"Because we're really not in the truck right now." He snaps at him.

"Somebody must have moved the tube."

"Were we above a Chinese restaurant?" Merritt asks as we start to roam around the kitchen, taking in our surroundings, when an angry man, who appeared to be the head chef, came up to us.

"Move! Get out!" He yells at us, shoving us towards the exit.

"I'm moving! Relax!" I yell as the guy continues to push us out of the kitchen and into the dinning area, that was full of people eating.

"There's something very wrong." Daniel says, looking around the restaurant.

"Get out, white devil!" The chef yells at us again before slamming the kitchen doors.

"Okay. Why are we here?" Merritt says, walking away from the group, going outside to look around.

"Why am I frickin' starving?" Jack asks.

"Yeah, I'm weirdly starving, too." I agree, "This makes no sense."

"At least, and I know this isn't much consolation, but apparently we're now surrounded by Chinese food." Daniel says.

"- Guys..." Merritt mumbles, joining the group again, "think where we are right now, they don't refer to it as "Chinese food." It's just called "food."

"Wait, what are you saying?" I ask confused, "How is this possible?"

"I believe in your particular parlance, the word is "magic.'" A man at on of the tables says, setting down his menu and turning to face us with a devilish grin, looking almost exactly like Merritt.

"Chase." Merritt grumbles, looking at the man.

"Must confess, it's like what I heard about meeting the Rolling Stones. They're a lot shorter in person." The look-alike laughs.

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

"Wait, did you do this?" Daniel asks Chase, taking a step towards him causing everyone in the restaurant to suddenly stand up, pointing weapons at us, as if they were his body guards.

"As you can see, my boss don't mess around. Okay, let me break it down for you. You jumped off a rooftop in New York and you landed in Macau. AKA the Vegas of China." He explains to us. "Don't you just love it? The "Greatest Magicians in the World" are the object of someone else's magic trick? Isn't that poetic?" He laughs and the four of us look at each other confused. "No? You know what, I'm not gonna let you guys yuck my yum. Shoo-shoo. Or mu-shu. Whatever." He says, singling some of the guards to begin escorting us out of the restaurant, "Oh, and you know what they say, "What happens in Macau..." Uh, well, I don't know the rest of it, 'cause it's in Chinese, uh..."

We are all shoved into the backseat of an SUV and Chase sits in the passenger seat, turned around and talking to us. "It's all about blind spots." He's explaining, "When you're staring straight at something, and not see it. Why? Blind spots. We learned that together, didn't we, bro?" He asks looking at Merritt. "Did he tell you that we were partners once? No? I didn't think so." He says before giving us a chance to answer. "The "Mini-McKinneys." And then, one day, we were 12 and Virginia von Welsheim had a very nice party down the street." He explains, "had a little tum-tum, couldn't go. Mer-Bear did it on his own, and got a taste of the solo thing, and uh...and kicked me to the curb."