(Rue)
As Jack and I approach the Death Ship.
A strong and burly man, with dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes.
"How are we going to get past this one?" I ask.
He stares intensely at the tall man.
And some more, and more, before he finally says,
"We need a distraction."
I sigh.
"That's going to take to long."
"Then what do you suppose we do?" He asks.
I tap my head.
"You already called the wind mentally?!?" He hisses, turning to face me.
He opens his mouth to say something, but a loud groan cuts him off.
Jack turns to the man, who is now laying lifeless on the floor.
He gulps loudly.
"You did that?" He asks.
"You just snapped his neck!?!"
I nod, then grab his hand, and pull him to the side of the ship.
"You need to get his card from his pocket to get in," Jack says.
I take a card out of my pocket, and wave it in front of his face.
"I kept it from last time," I say.
"Wow, you really have everything sorted out."
I grin, then scan the card, and slip inside.
Once again the hallways are empty. Jack and I don't even have to wear these itchy coats the evil people wear, we haven't run into anyone.
"Where to?" Jack whispers, looking down the hallway.
"Not sure."
We walk a little more, when suddenly I stop abruptly.
"What's wrong? D'you see anyone?" Jack asks.
"No."
An weird ticklish feeling itches my left thumb. Then I feel a gust of wind, circle gently around me, vanishing.
"Let's go left," I say itching my left thumb.
"Okay, c'mon," Jack says, pulling me down the hallway.
The walls turn pure white as we go along, instead of the pitch black walls painted on the rest of the ship.
My finger itches again, but this time on my right pointer finger.
I turn to my right, to see a door with gold lettering, in some other form of writing.
"Let's go in here," I say.
"Okay," Jack says suspiciously.
I open the door, and walk into another hallway with white and silver walls.
With pictures of splattered red and black.
The hallway is flawless and extremely clean.
How can a killer live here?
Another itch on my thumb rips me away from my thoughts.
I follow the itch to an black door, with more gold lettering.
It feels like the wind is guiding me, like it's telling me where to turn.
"We're going in there?" Jack asks.
"Yep," I respond, slowly opening the door.
"Why? Someone could be in there."
"Okay, then we'll take them down, I already called two winds."
I peek through the door, no sound. I open it some more, and more and more, until it's completely open.
"Hello?" I whisper quite loudly.
No response.
"No one's in here," I say to Jack.
He looks at me uncertainly, then he grabs my hand, and we walk inside.
I stay close to the walls, peeking around corners.
It feels like I'm in one off those super spy books, where the two main characters are breaking into their enemy's top secret layer.
I know it sounds cheesy, but it feels like I'm actually living my books, like I've somehow teleported into all my favourite story's.
Jack and I turn the last corner, and walk into a room, a bedroom.
An huge one, ginormous even, and very modern.
It's hard to believe someone like my uncle,
'I shiver'
Could live here.
The room is immaculate.
The pearly white walls, are covered with beautiful abstract red, blue, and black pictures.
The bed is in the centre of the room, it's quite large for one person only.
It's silky grey sheets are complimented with the white and grey swirled pillows on the front of his bed.
Shelves and shelves of trinkets and guns are placed against his walls, leading to a walking closet, filled with black and grey suits, and polished dressy shoes,
"Wow," Jack mutters under his breath. I'm not sure if I was supposed to hear it or not.
I grab a gun that's buried under a heap of clothes in the corner of another open closet.
"What's that?" Jack asks.
I pass him another gun.
"We'll be needing these. I'm not sure if his army, or whatever they are, are carrying these, but if they are, and even if their not, we'll be prepared."
He nods.
"Let's just get out of this room," he says walking to the door.
Checking the hallway, we run.
He takes my hand once more, and we sprint until we reach a corner.
"I know already, boss told me personally. I've already sent troupes to the first and second floor."
A mans booming voice fills the hallway, radiating off the narrow walls.
I curse under my breath.
"Shit," Jack repeats.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Temples
FantasiaRue Johnson always wished she could be be normal, just like every body else, but she couldn't. she had a secret, one she had been keeping for seven years straight. She hears things, whispers in her head, with her earphones as the only thing to block...
