Monsters

Chapter 15

Jinx's P.O.V

I... Am bored as shit. I've ran out of ideas to draw, everyone else is getting ready apart from John and Phoenix, they're already prepared to head for Gordon Ramsey's Plane Food restaurant tonight and sitting on the couch of the downstairs lounge while I'm curled up on the armchair, letting my head hang back over the backrest. I don't know where Denis is. I've had a few replies from him over text, but he won't tell me where he is, or what he's doing. I woke up this morning with my arm outstretched, searching for him in the bed, which I was quite embarrassed about. But he wasn't there. Bernard said he got up early and asked for the car, he's not told anyone where he's went, but he's been gone all day. It's making me nervous. Especially with what happened last week...

~ Flashback ~

Glass is everywhere, scattered all over the floor of the car, I can hear the others calling out in shock while Denis has his arms wrapped around me, the two of us bent over double in our seats to avoid anymore shots, but that seems to have been a warning one. An engine revs as the car Eric just mentioned races forward to pull up next to us, and the gun goes off again. "Oi!" The driver yells as one of the passenger window smashes, a man wearing a... A... Mask!? It looks like white, pasted pieces of fabric with black horizontal slits for the eyes, a long creepy grin for the mouth, and a gun in hand. "GIVE US THE GIRLS AND NO ONE GETS HURT!" He yells out, pointing the gun at John's head as he sits up again. "Go fuck yourself!" He shouts back out the window right as the driver, finally, floors it. Our bodies jolt as the limo races off, he must have had some training in evasive driving in a limo or something, because he's doing a pretty good job at this. The car speeds round a corner as our bodies lurch with the sharp turn, leaving me falling onto Denis before I snap my head up, looking out the back of the car as two more vehicles join the first in chancing us.

~ End of Flashback ~

The police eventually arrived and the cars were nowhere to be found, the driver and all of us gave a statement, Phoenix and I's being a little longer as they kept asking if we knew of anyone who would chase us like that, since they said to "hand over the girls and no one gets hurt", but we couldn't think of anyone. Well, we both thought of our fathers, but it's doubtful it was them who organised all that with so many people, as the cars were all full. Besides, why and how would the two of them end up working together? And how would they know we were back in Britain? We're originally from up North, and that's where they still are, to our knowledge, anyways.

My head snaps up as I hear a door opening and closing, even if it could just be one of the others, but, sure enough, Denis walks into the lounge a minute or so later, smiling as I jump up from my chair. "Where the hell have you been?!" I call out before I can stop myself, and before he can answer my eyes are drawn to the small portion of his chest that is exposed thanks to the low collar of his shirt, his jacket more than likely having been taken by Bernard after he came in the door. "Holy shit! That's where you've been all day!?" I say, my eyebrows raised as I look at his once bare skin, but it's not bare anymore. An owl with its wings spread wide is just peaking out above his shirt, a tonal tattoo, huge, so no wonder it took all day, he must have booked it when he got his nose piercing done.

"Awesome!" Phoenix calls over, smiling from her seat, at least I think she is, I'm not really looking away from the tattoo, which is currently wrapped up in cling film. "D'you like it?" Denis asks, still smiling as my eyes flicker up to meet his for a second before they dart back down. "It looks great! Can you take the cling film off, or do you want to keep it on for another bit?" I ask, my fingers already itching to peal the plastic back and get a better look at it as my eyes scan the bird partially hidden underneath."Eh, I think I'll keep it on until we get back after dinner tonight." He replies, glancing down at the mentioned tattoo, so I nod. "Yeah..." I say, my eyes still scanning the lines that look a little distorted thanks to the folds in the cling film.