Destroyed

Chapter 12: The Snake and Destiny

Jerry waved his phone to our faces then laughed. "It's none of your business," Paige sneered. "Why do you have to always be a prick all the time?" Jerry's stupid smile wore away then leaned towards her face.

"Ever since the explosion happened," Jerry began sternly. "You freaks are becoming the bosses, never telling us anything, always asking us questions, and also you're forgetting the fact that we are all trapped by some psychotic terrorist!"

While Jerry was talking to Paige, I looked at the phone in his left hand. Quietly, I walked behind Jerry then reached for his phone. "Hey," Jared snarled, standing in front of his sister. "You don't have to make us smell your breath to prove a point."

Without a word, I took the phone out of Jerry's hand then scrolled down the recordings with my index finger. Every single one of them had videos and private recordings of me doing something. 

Jerry was right: he had been suspicious from the start. Without a moment too soon, I deleted every single video and audio off of the phone then checked to make sure that he didn't take any pictures too.

But  in an instant, he turned around and caught me. His entire face turned into the brightest shade of red. "You-" Jerry began snarling. "Give it back to me, right now!"

I tossed the phone back at him then crossed my arms. "It's deleted," I spat. "Everything you have seen and heard from is wiped off of the phone." Jerry swallowed a gulp then glared at me.

"This isn't over, you know." he vowed. "I will tell everyone the truth." "And what proof do you have?" I asked with a smirk. "As far as I am concerned, people are going to look at you weird and never want to listen to a single word you say."

Jerry gave me a cold stare, but didn't say anything. "And besides," I added. "If you tell the others about what we are doing, I won't tell them about the embarrassing rash you have under your armpit. Or, the fact that you are growing a toe."

The twins stared as I walked up to the scared jock with a proud smile on my face. "And what about the time when you decided to go behind Isabel's back and dated her best friend, Chelsea for three weeks?"

Small giggles came from the twins. "You don't have any proof," he sneered. Taking out my phone, I went to the Gallery and scrolled down until I found the photos that I was looking for.

There were pictures of Jerry and an attractive brunette girl, Chelsea strolling down the park, flirting, and yes, making out in an empty History classroom. He stared at the bottom of his shoes then nod his head.

"Fine," he insisted. "I won't tell anyone." "Cool," I exclaimed. "But if you trick me, like you did in the school computer laboratory, then I will go up to your girlfriend and show her every single photo of you and Chelsea together."

"And to top it all off, I'll also post your embarrassing toe and your armpit rash on your Facebook page." Jerry stared at me in confusion and shock. "You don't even know my password-" "It's Aaron Rodgers," I interrupted. "Who else would it be?"

"Alright!" he cried out. "I won't tell anyone, okay?" "Good," I said. "I am going to look around for more clues. You are going back and tell the others that I am just looking for a different exit route."

Paige stood by me with her hands on her hips. "And I am going to make sure that you wouldn't go back on your promise." she seethed. "Same goes for me," Jared agreed, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I saw Jared grinning at me affectionately, but he quickly removed his hand off of my shoulder then looked away. "Maybe," Paige began, noticing on her brother's weirdness. "I could watch over the survivors and Jerry. You and Jared could search for clues and see who the culprit is."

Jerry's eyebrows perked up at this. "Wait," he began. "What do you mean-" "I'll explain later," Paige interrupted sharply. "When you guys come back, tell me what you know."

"Got it," Jared and I both said in unison. As soon as Paige and Jerry left, we turned our flashlights back on and walked down the dreary path. Silence were clouded with our loud footsteps.

With the help of our flashlights, we maneuvered around the huge pieces of rubble, dried blood draping on the wall, and of course, more bodies slept on the flat tiled floor.

When I saw the bodies of men, women, and children, I stopped moving. Jared noticed me shivering in fear then asked me what's  wrong. Instead of answering Jared's question, I shifted my flashlight up and down until I saw the lifeless body of Mrs. Triton.

I gasped in horror, gazing at the huge piece of glass still wedge in her stomach. Her brown eyes widened in fear. I had just remembered that this is the entrance to the museum.

"Hey," Jared said. "Are you okay, Cleo?" I collected my flashlight then nodded. "I am fine," I lied weakly. "It isn't your fault," he continued. "Mrs. Triton would know that." I shook my head slowly.

"I shouldn't have let that fake doctor take care of her." I growled. "Sometimes, I think that man is a terrorist." "Cleo," Jared murmured. "You're beating-" I heard small wheels turning like gears.

I switched off the flashlight then darted around the rubble and corpses. Jared trailed after me, like a lost puppy. "Cleo," he repeated. "What's going on?" Ignoring him, I  clawed my hands through the dirt and rocks.

Making sure that I wasn't dreaming, I pressed my ear against the rocks. The sound of wheels are still there, maybe a car or something. I turned my head to him then asked to help me. "Come on, Jared." I insisted. "I think this wall leads us outside!"