Crossing the Line

Chapter Seventeen

Confidence and determination oozed from each step Bonibell took as she led the group through the halls of the house. She seemed to know exactly where she was going. Her eyes were focused on what was ahead, she stood straight with her head up; the others were impressed. And worried. They'd never seen Bonibell like this – she'd even managed to scare the ghosts who were keeping them hostage! She didn't seem like she was worried about hiding at all. But perhaps that was a good thing. Asiyah and Nikolai shared an enthusiastic look – perhaps while she was missing she had learned some secrets about this place. Like a good place to hide.

Although she didn't look worried, Bonibell did warn the others to keep quiet. She didn't want any more trouble than what they'd already caused.

After a few minutes and countless twists and turns later, Bonibell appeared to have led the group to her intended destination. She flung the door open and stepped inside, whirling around with it to face the others, a huge grin lighting up her face.

"Welcome, friends, to the most amazing room you will ever be in."

Smiles were not the same reaction shared by the rest of the group. This room was just like any other they'd seen the house; wooden panelling and faded beige wallpaper, and dusty, dusty floorboards.

"The most amazing room will be the one with our bodies in it," Asiyah said, walking over the threshold. "But I guess this'll do 'til then."

'Ah, Asiyah, I know what you're thinking. 'It's just the same as the rest of this horrid place!'," Bonibell responded. Asiyah turned up her nose at that high-pitched voice she put on. Was that supposed to be an impression of her? She did not sound like that. "But... just watch this," Bonibell continued, closing the door behind Mikhail, the last of the group to enter the room and by far the most suspicious.

"What are you doing?" he asked, eyes narrowed, as Bonibell moved to the centre of the room. Nikolai did not like the sour look she shot at his brother.

"Just watch," she said, in an almost spitting tone. She closed her eyes for a second, and an orange box materialised in her outstretched hand. The others were taken by surprise; that was definitely the last thing they had expected. Bonibell couldn't help but smirk at their reactions.

"So it can create boxes. Whoop-dee-fucking-do," Richard mocked, leaning against the wall.

"Not just boxes, dummy," Bonibell chuckled. An intricate sword materialised in her other hand, and in a split second Richard found himself shrieking, having to jump out of the way of the blade as Bonibell cackled.