Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twenty-One: Boze

They stood on the field side-by-side, watching as the jet slowly came down from the sky.

Chaos had her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her caramel eyes were concealed by sunglasses, the only optional part of the standard uniform. There was a piece of bubblegum in her mouth which she'd use to blow bubbles every few minutes. In her hands was a switchblade, which she was fiddling with. It was scary how similar she looked to Siren; if it weren't for the fact that she didn't have lipstick on, something Siren wouldn't be caught dead not wearing, they'd be identical.

The van they'd taken here was sitting around a mile away, back where the highway was. Despite the fact that the field was mostly flat, Boze knew that it would be a bitch to get Eugene there, and she was not looking forward to it.

Before long, the jet was hitting the ground. Rebel was as skilled a pilot as she was a driver, so she managed to stick the landing almost flawlessly. The jet rolled to a stop right in front of them, the wing barely stopping before it cut off Boze's head.

Rebel waved at them from the cockpit before disappearing indoors. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Eugene was pushed out. He flew through the air for a second before hitting the ground with a loud thump. Just like Boze had instructed, Rebel had secured a burlap sack over his head and tied his wrists together behind his back with rope.

For a moment, Boze didn't know if he was conscious or not; she'd let Rebel choose if she wanted to knock him out. Her curiosity was cured quickly, though, as he started squirming and screaming curses, somehow managing to get on his knees.

"Thanks, Rebel," Chaos said as she popped another bubblegum bubble.

"No problem," Rebel smiled, excitement sparkling in her eyes. Lord knows how much that girl liked to fly. "I'll take this bad boy to storage."

Seeing as you couldn't exactly fit a jet in a mall parking lot, Boze had opted for keeping the jet in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Once, it had been used for storing wheat; now, it stored something with a bit higher price tag.

"Please do," Boze replied. "See you soon."

Rebel nodded and closed the door. Boze watched as reappeared in the cockpit and started getting ready for takeoff. The field went on for quite a while, so Rebel had plenty of space. Soon, her engines were roaring, and she was lifting back off into the sky, sending a gust of wind behind her.

Once her hair had settled back down, Boze turned to face Eugene, who was struggling to get to his feet, still cursing. You'd think after being kidnapped twice (or three times, if you counted this one) he'd be used to having a sack over his head, but no.

"Eugene!" she announced, making him pause momentarily.

"Who are you?" he screamed. "Where's Whitney?"

"Patience!" Chaos had a wicked smile on her face. Boze knew her well enough to know that she took enjoyment out of seeing other people struggle. "We'll take you to her. If you co-operate with us. If you don't... well, things won't end well for you."

Boze rolled her eyes. There goes Chaos, making a big deal out of everything. That woman needed more excitement in her life.

"We're going to grab your arms," Boze explained. "If you struggle, we'll leave you here. Got it?"

Eugene didn't answer, but he didn't move, either, so she took that a yes. With a nod to Chaos, she walked over to his side and grabbed his elbow. Chaos did the same, and together, they lifted him to his feet. Despite his height, he was surprisingly light.

They started making their way back to the van. Just like Boze had suspected, it wasn't easy. Eugene kept tripping over everything, and they'd have to hoist him back up every time. Chaos suggested taking the sack off his head, but Boze refused before giving her the evil eye for even asking; Eugene had lived here once. She couldn't risk him recognizing where he was, even if the chances were slim. She owed that to Mayhem, at least.