"Can we please stop now?" I pleaded, my arms aching from holding up the metal bit of junk. Myron let out a soft chuckle beside me. He had been attempting to teach me how to use a gun for the past hour or so and now my arms were really starting to ache. It was hard work to hold up the gun and shoot across an empty field. Luckily, Myron had put on a suppressor on the gun so that it made no noise when I pulled the trigger because if he hadn't then I would have gone screaming into the fields.
What made it all worse, though, was the fact that the agitation and anxiety grew inside me as each second ticked by. It was slowly growing through my veins and taking over my whole body and the need to go and find the closest person to my heart was growing and growing. I felt as if I were going to explode from the compression of my emotions within me; anger, agitation and distress.
"I don't think you've quite got it yet," Myron stated. That was the final step. The trigger to my emotions had now been pulled and I knew I couldn't hold it in any longer.
Furiously, I turned towards Myron and placed both hands on his chest and shoved him backwards whilst shouting in his face, "Not got it yet?!"
"Nope," he said with a smirk. "You've still not go it yet."
I narrowed my eyes at him, my nostrils flaring slightly from the anger. I spent a whole hour practicing shooting and he still claimed that I hadn't got it yet. Arrogant jerk. I reached forwards and snatched the gun out of his hands and turned to face the makeshift target he had created. I raised the gun and forced all my emotions into it, ready to shoot them out and into the target. My finger found the trigger and with a jerk, the bullet was flying through the air, hitting the bullseye. I snorted in triumph, shoving the gun back to Myron who didn't seemed fazed at all, as if he were expecting what I just did.
"Told you that you weren't quite there yet," he said, capturing my attention so I raised an eyebrow at him. "You just needed to add a little emotion."
"Jerk," I said, but laughed anyway. "Now can we please get to that café?"
"Sure," Myron said and we began walking in the direction of the café as I tucked my gun away into my belt. We walked off the plain grassy field which we had found on the outskirts of town. It wasn't too far, however, from the café in which was had all sat, with Carver there reading his book like the nerd he was so we didn't have to walk far.
When we arrived there, it was empty as expected, seeing as everyone would be partaking in the event today. There was only a petite middle aged woman who was only about forty five, wiping down a few tables so I assumed rowing wasn't her forte. It was a small café, with a few tables lining the floor and some booths on the sides. I scanned the room, trying to remember which table Carver had sat at. I spotted the one which we had sat at and distinctly remembered that Carver was sat to the left of us and I was able to see him through my peripheral vision. I looked in that direction and recognized the booth in which Carver had sat and so rushed over to it. When I got there, I was disappointed to find no notes or anything of the sort. I frowned, biting on my lower lip. I felt Myron come and stand beside me, also seeing that there was nothing there.
"Excuse me, Sir, Ma'am," a timid voice spoke from behind us. I spun around to see the lady, who had been wiping down tables, stood behind us with her arms behind her back. I managed to get a good look at her appearance as she looked at us with her grey eyes. She had wavy chocolate brown hair which fell onto her shoulder and had a petite and slim frame. Her thin lips were pressed into a straight line and few wrinkles marked her face. She was a very beautiful woman, I had to admit.
"Yes?" Myron's deep voice asked and I saw the woman jump slightly. It was clear that she was nervous from her facial expression. It also seemed as if she were in a daze because of Myron as she just couldn't part her gaze away from him and so when he spoke, it was like his voice and shuddered through her body.
I saw her bring her hands forwards from behind her back and fumble with a piece of paper, shoving it towards us with her small hands. I frowned at it in confusion as Myron reached forwards and took the paper.
"That's for you," she said, her voice sounding timid and quiet. Myron unfolded the piece of paper and I saw his green eyes widen as he read it. Once he was done, he shoved it in my direction. I recognized it to be another note. Another step towards finding Allie. So, I began to read it, hoping I could my emotions together.
Lies, lies, that's all you know and that is how they deceived you. She deceived you. They all deceived you. They lied to you, my lovelies. The one stood before you lied to you too.
"Hey!" Myron's shout caught my attention from the note. I looked up to see him running after the lady. Was she who the note was talking about? Did she lie to us? A million questions were running through my mind as to what the note was talking about. What possibly could people lie to us about? I had the urge to run after Myron and the lady but these questions prevented me from doing so. Instead, I continued to read.
How she tried to keep it from you, Allie, Avery and Myron. You are my lovelies, my prize possessions. It's not my position to tell you what she did. What they all did to you. She'll tell you soon, I assure you my lovelies. But for now you must go, my darling monster are waiting for you. Who knows how long before devour your poor little Allie. So go, go find that next clue and I'll see you soon my lovelies.
My eyes were struck wide from what I had just read and I felt the burning sensation of foul liquid up my throat but I held it down. The note was longer than the last and much creepier, sending weird sensations of alarm up my spine. I hated it. I hated everything that was happening. I hate this note. I also hated how there was no trail. The note said nothing about where to go next to find the next note to find Allie. It said there was a note, but not where. Sure, Evan's Point was a small town, but it sure as hell wasn't small enough to search everywhere for a small folded piece of paper.
My attention was drawn back when the chime to the door rung and Myron walked in, a frown plastered on his face. He walked up to me.
"There's no lead," I said, my voice coming out quiet and timid which made me scrunch up my nose in embarrassment. The last thing I wanted to do was to break down in a waterfall of emotions in front of Myron in a café. I had to keep myself together. For Allie. If I wanted to find her, I had to be sensible and stay strong. I had to push away all my fears. My fear of monsters.
"I know," Myron sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And that lady just made a run for it before I could as her anything."
"Yeah," I nodded my head. "I saw."
"So what do we do now?" Myron asked after a few moments of silence. It was weird hearing Myron ask me what we should do next seeing as usually it was him who came up with the plans rather than me. I figured that this whole situation was probably getting to him as well as me so I decided maybe it was my turn to make a decision.
"Let's head back to the house," I suggested. "There we can rest for a bit and then come up with a sensible decision because I don't know about you but I'm extremely tired."
"Yeah, you're right," Myron agreed. "Let's head back to the home."
I couldn't help but pick up on the fact that Myron had referred to it as home, the word sounding so casual off his tongue.
