Province Dread

Chapter 7

I froze I tried to walk back to where I was backwards but a doctor came from behind me and said in a raspy voice," They want to see you now." I shook as I looked toward the way the gloved hand had started pointing to. I slowly moved toward taking maybe two steps before turning around to see Abby's blank face. She signed "I-t w-I-l-l b-e o-k." Then gestured for me to keep moving. I walked slowly wondering why the old ones had chosen us. I guess we took a car from one of their many garages but why couldn't they just take it away instead of blowing up our driveway. Just saying. The old ones are basically an organization that hates the rules now. Instead of doing civilized protesting ; they have like a mafia thing going on. They kidnap or kill and have little garages everywhere where they will kill people and hide the bodies under it. We were in the head quarters. A underground facility that used to be a tunnel that takes you under the Metra train tracks to the other side. Instead of having a nice little staircase and then you reach one side of the train tracks, there were barracks and bombs. An atomic war zone. I finally reached the dark tunnel. I didn't want to step inside. I'm afraid of the dark and I think I speak for everybody when I say I'm afraid of a gang leader as well. I took a step then,turned around then realized I had passed the staircase so I couldn't see anyone anymore. I was alone by myself making a choice to join Elijah with this "mob boss". Not moving at all or making a sound tears started streaming down my face. I don't know about you but, I felt like death was staring me in the face.

"C'mon. I don't bite. I shoot but I don't bite." a broad voice immersed from the darkness. Goose bumps started to appear on my arms as a figure was approaching me. The person almost seems to blend in with the darkness. As it appeared I realized it was a he and his whole outfit was black from head to toe. Black shoes and a black collar and tie; looking up I realized how tall this person was. The mans green eyes seemed dangerous and scary but brighter than light. He had dark brown curls and dimples deeper than the Niagara Falls. Although the man that seemed to be in his early twenties standing in front of me seemed friendly he was armed and dangerous could have me killed at anytime. The second I trusted him I'd be sucked in forever trapped and adapted to the life style of his minions. I looked down at my now squeaky clean chestnut combat boots and charcoal jeans.

"Your brother's in there. You're not alone in there with me the big, scary, killing dude." he chuckled showing one dimple as I looked up. He had his huge hands out as if that would seal the deed of persuading me in his office. Sadly it worked I slowly clomped into the dark tunnel and finally reached his office a minute later. It was secured with a burnt sienna colored door with about five locks. I knocked on the door hoping Elijah would open the door and we'd run out of this place with the others. Instead after I knocked twice I heard that man behind me say, "Who's there?". I kinda wanted to turn around and give him a "Wow. You are a real nut job face" and say really but, I'm afraid to joke around or say the wrong thing because a M-16 might appear next to my head. Obviously this dude isn't.

"You're supposed to say your name."

I slowly turned around to see this dude. He was about maybe 5'12. I looked at him with a weird expression. Isn't he supposed to be interrogating me then have some one kill me in a corner of an elevator.

"Layla." I said exhaling deeply. What a nut.

"I don't care if you're lay-lying around. But we gotta go inside, turn the doorknob. Sorry, your name is hard to put in a joke. I'll give you another one if you want. Although I was serious about you turning the door. We kinda should go in now if you know what I mean. " He shyly smiled.

I laughed way too loud. That was the worst joke I've ever heard in my life and trust me, Elijah got a 101 knock-knock jokes thing for Christmas two years ago and still hasn't stopped but that was so terrible I couldn't help but laugh.

" No thanks." I giggled while turning the door knob. The door was extremely heavy. As I opened it bullet marks were visible on the door. It was bullet proof door.

" Have to do what you have to do right. You can turn the corner and look through the window your brothers in that room with Paul. Just getting a normal lie detector session that's all." He said going up to the big metal desk in the middle of the nicely carpeted floor that was covered in fuzzy orange matting. Wow. If this is how the mafia was back then I realize why they killed so many people. They seemed nice and cuddly until. Bam! Your dead on the curb. I shook my head and walked over to the glass window. I knocked on the glass and waved.

"Everything is sound proof. Wouldn't want the neighbors hearing us bombard our enemies. He'll be out in a second they have ten minutes left. Meanwhile let's chat. Not chat shoot die. Chat. Chat. You get to leave. C'mon." The mobster said turning on the lights revealing the rest of his room. A picture of him his mom and I guess his sister were on the wall and on his desk. There were so many metal drawers about 15 lined the room, one had two open at the top showing brown accordion folders. I sat down as the awfully chatty young man began explaining his room decor.