Wanted

Chapter 5

I didn't know what to do. Nobody was anywhere. I sat up in the couch and stood slowly. No one was in the living room with me. I looked in the kitchen, which was empty also. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I checked every stall and yelled hello before opening the curtains of the showers. Nobody.

I quickly walked out of the bathroom into the bonus room, looking up and down the rows of beds and on the couch. Still no luck.

I walked down the hall to the front door. I swung open the door and stepped out onto the sand. I heard a ruckus behind our hidden home. I started to quickly run to the back. Once I turned the corner and saw the other side of the ocean with a startling sight, I went back and stayed close to the side of the rock to hide. There was a big boat, almost like a cruse ship, with Watchdogs unloading something I couldn't quite make out. The Watchdogs were searching the area and were close to the house. I ran back to the front door, opened it and swiftly slammed it behind me. I started to kick myself for slamming the door so hard. Crap!! Hopefully they won't find me in here, I thought. I locked the door anyways. There was a few simple locks but, they are harder to get unlocked and I guess it was better than nothing. There were no windows at all. I took one of the chairs from the kitchen and plunged it under the door knob for extra support. At that point, they had heard where the door was. They knew I was here. They first pounded their fists on the rock that was camouflage for the door. Then, the veil disappeared and they saw the door. Beyond that door, was me. I had to quickly think about what to do next.

The Masked Society was the worst thing that happened to me. I couldn't let that happen to me again.

I went back into the bonus room and looked around for my pack. I didn't know what was in there that could help me but I checked anyway. I looked through the zippers and found the knife that Peter got killed with, along with the necklace he had. I went to the bathroom sink with both in hand. I rinsed the blade, careful not to cut myself. I dried it off with the towel near the sink and held it in the light to see the shininess of the blade. I then wrapped the necklace around the top of the handle and tied a knot to secure it. I miss him so much. I decided to hide somewhere. I didn't know where though. Strategies were going through my head. More banging on the door, then gunshots. Not tranquilizer darts. Bullets. Which gave me the assumption that my friends had been killed by these monsters. And they would probably kill me too, if they get the chance. I finally thought of something.

I first hid the knife on the floor under the table in the kitchen, just in case. I shape shifted into a beetle after hiding the knife. I crawled underneath the table and went behind one of the legs of the table.

The Watchdogs suddenly burst open the door with there guns on the ready. Making sure they didn't see me, I was as quiet and as still as possible. They started to check the house in all the cabinets in the kitchen and under the couches in the living room. Some went down the hallway and I heard them throw open the stall doors, looking for me. One of them looking in the kitchen, found the knife that I had put under the table. He knelt down and picked it up. He stood and looked at it curiously, flipping the blade from one side to the other. He walked to the front door with the dagger still in hand, and went outside. I can't lose that! It's the only thing I have left of Peter, I thought. I quickly crawled to the front door, waited for the coast to clear, then transformed to myself again to open the door. I did so and quietly closed it behind me. The Watchdog was out of sight. I immediately thought to look behind the house. As soon as I turned the corner, they had surrounded me with guns. I looked up and they had Watchdogs on top of the house, too. I didn't really know what to do but surrender. I put my hands up and the Watchdogs got closer, their guns towards me. One Watchdog got close from behind and kicked the back of my knee to make me kneel. They put the gun to my head as another Watchdog walked in front of me, unloaded his tranquilizer dart from the gun he held and plunged it into arm. I slowly fell asleep, and fell on the sand.