The Summer That Changed Our Lives

Chapter 8 - "Finale: Part One"

CASH

We finally entered building 3 after calming down the girls once more. They were basically over the fact that Ben probably wouldn't be returning, but I know the thought of him being one of us scared them more than anything.

Anyway, the building was all white on the outside but it was all red on the inside. There were red marble floors, red staircases, red painted walls, and red decorations. It freaked me out a little, but I maintained my composure.

"Yo wassup with all this red? It's like we jumped from a dark and dangerous building to Clifford the big red dog's mansion." Pablo said laughing.

Logan stared at him blankly before replying, "Or it could be painted red to help disguise bloodshed."

Pablo's laughing died out as we all turned to look at her. Damn, this girl was actually using logic. It was terrifying, but it could be very true.

"Well there's only one set of doors in here and I'm guessing it will lead us to the briefcase, so let's get moving." I said walking towards the red wooden double-doors.

They all followed me to the doors, but once we reached them we halted. Looking down at the doorknob, I saw a keypad placed on it. I tried to turn the knob but it wouldn't budge.

The double-doors were locked, and they required a password to enter.

"Soooooo what's the fucking password?" I said agitated. Everyone sucked their teeth and shrugged.

"Aren't we supposed to be answering a riddle? Maybe that's the way into the doors." Jaelyn said lowly.

"Correct my dear." said a raspy voice. Everyone froze up immediately. The voice was coming from above us so we all looked up to the ceiling.

"Jesus is that you?" Logan asked silently. Jaelyn punched her shoulder lightly and laughed.

"No short bus, look up there. It's him." Jaelyn pointed out.

At the top of the staircase, there stood a slender man in an all white suit. Under his arms there was an AK-47 machine gun and on his wrist there was a vintage handheld watch.

"Hello my pretties..." He said looking to the girls. Turning to the rest of us he finished, "And gentlemen."

We stared at him in silence as he gazed back at us like a hawk.

As I looked him over, I tried to analyze his qualities. He was an old white man with a gun, probably a Trump supporter. He looked about 50 years old and had a dusty gray beard that went to his upper chest. The man had his dusty gray hair slicked back, his suit was nicely pressed, and he even had a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. Even though he might've been old, you could tell he's still 'bout that action.

As we continued to stare at him, a smile started to form across his face. I wasn't afraid of ole dude, but he looked like that neighborhood pervert that you wouldn't let your kids around.

"Well, are we ready for a little riddle?" He asked with an evil laugh, creating suspense.

I swallowed hard then nodded. I turned around to see everyone else agreeing as well.