The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 26)

"I mean if you didn't like my...uh bonding. .. just say so. I won't do it again."

"No no it's not that I just-"

"But just saying that's where the whole kidnapping thing is going. you know, crazy psycho irish doctor with a vision to rule the world with only blue people or whatever we are, kidnaps a teenage girl and boy and starts talking to them about genetics and creating a smurf colony or whatever the fuck and then making them kiss using the stupid excuse of some hormone or bonding shit,"

Only after I finished talking did I realise I sounded way too offended and angry.

He goes quiet, staring at his toes as if I'd just scolded him for lying.

There's more humming but instead of just a slit opening up, it's the whole damn wall.

A humid wave of moist forrest air seeps into the small hallway we're standing in, slowly the other walls around us and the floor beneath us vanish too.

We're left sheltered by enormous trees, our naked feet slowly sinking into the dense but water filled soil.

By the time we spot his white coat he's already hastily fitting himself into an opening in a tree trunk, he catches us watching, speeds up the process and salutes before the tree trunk closes and he disappears.

My heart starts to beat faster and my mouth opens in reflexive response, ready to talk my way through panic.

But gerard holds up his hand covering my mouth before I say anything, his hands were still damply cold from the colder temperatures back inside the cube. Were we even still inside the cube?

I listen out for what he heard; it's a faint thump, consistent and patterned.

"This is non-stop baby, you got me goin' crazy, you're heavier then I knew..."

Gerard's face flushes pink while I'm still registering what I'm hearing.

"Do....do you know this song?" I chuckle before I finish my question since I already know the answer.

"Some tunes imported directly from your phones! Thought it would lighten up the mood! Get you children into a more giggly mood!" His voice comes from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, and at first I think I've imagined it, since his icy blue eyes and auburn freckles have been making their way into my dreams lately.

"They're just high quality speakers," Gerard explains, ears still pink.

"So, you a cartoon pop fan?" I say after a break of silence, still marvelling at the discovery of his music taste.

"Shut up," he spits back, still looking at his feet.

"No seriously! Who is this? You have posters of her in your room? Or wait! Is this your guilty pleasure? In that case you probably have magazine cutouts of her hidden in the bathroom so that in the mornings you can-"

"Shut up! I don't jerk off to kimbra!"

"Kimbra....hmmmm...never heard of her" I tease, finding this so amusing.

"She's from New Zealand, that's why."

"Ever met her?"

"No."

"Don't sound too happy about that''

"Obviously, you would want to meet Justin Timberlake or who ever you listen to"

I laugh at the incredibly stereotypical guess at my music taste.

"Oh so you're still pissed about the whole band break up Then?"

"Do I look like someone who would be into Justin Bieber?"

"I said Timberlake,"

"Same thing,"

"Okay so what do you listen to?"

"Good bands,"

"like this? Cos this isn't my playlist,"

I realise the previous song has changed. I focus untill I make out the words.

"Everybody, move your hair and feel united!"

"Trolls ? And you laugh at Kimbra?"

"Shut up! Okay I downloaded it for my brother,"

"Sure."

We're both wallowing in our embarrassment with our heads down when we hear a soft but heavy plap.

Then another one. Followed by another and another.

Soon it's pouring down on us, big fat hot raindrops pelting onto our heads and shoulders.

"He better be coming back for us soon, that dick" Gerard snarls, squinting upwards.

We carry on walking till we find a giant floor plant that we sit under.

"Think he's transgender?"

"What no why"

"He'd be a pretty woman"

"Don't act like you're not attracted to his Irish good looks already"

"If there's anyone who'd drop their panties for him, it's you miss-tell-me-about-chamomile-tea-in-japan-so-i-can-listen-to-your-sexy-voice "

"Shut up! No ..." I pause way too much that it sounds as if I'm unsure about my answer.

"Yep, totally convinced"

"Fuck off, even you think he's hot"

"Yea but the whole tried to kill us and then wants live child porn from us is kind of a turnoff"

I can't help but laugh, the way he says things sometimes.

"I'm flattered children, really, but the whole aim is to get you to work together to survive a night out here and so far you haven't really gathered any necessities..."

We both look at eachother and mouth "fuck!".

"Uh...right away....sir?" I stutter, having mastered how to sweettalk teachers.

"She meant daddy"

"fuck you! No! I didnt!"

We get up and start walking in no particular direction, having no idea where the hell we could find food or water, but somehow survival no longer feels like a priority.

There's always the subconscious knowing that we're being watched over and taken care of by an Irish man who is maybe a little too enthusiastic about having us in his clutches. Nonetheless, we know we'll be fine.

We walk in comfortable silence for about 20 minutes, songs playing that we'd specially put in a private playlist that was meant for our eyes only.

Scary to think that this psychopath was willing to do anything to get us to 'bond'. First it's outing our playlists to eachother next thing you know he'll stop giving us clothes to wear, so he can "speed up the process of teen-pregnancy endorsed smurf-ville"