Chapter 8: What's the worst that can happen?

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Kye

It felt like days, weeks, before we got to the beach. The thing was, it only took a half hour.

"Alright Derrick, they said it was just across the wa-" I start before realizing he's not with me. "No" I mutter tightening my fists.

I hold my head trying to keep my breathing steady. The last person I had with me that I trusted, was gone. A cold breeze hits me and I rub my arms shivering. A arm touches my back and I jump into fighting position and turn.

"Hello young Kye, miss me?" The Barbie doll says and I sigh putting my fists down.

"Where is my brother?" I ask and she looks at me with almost...pity in her eyes. Then she smiles that Barbie doll smile again.

"Well, let's just say their trying to tell you something" she says and crosses her too thin arms and smiling. I put my head in my hands and shake my head, too many thoughts rushing through it.

What if they hurt Derrick? What if he becomes one of them? No, he would never abandon his brother or sister. But Tyler did. No i thought to myself. That will never happen. I look at her and stand up straight.

"Alright, what are they trying to tell me exactly?"

"You should've come on this journey alone Kye, now not only is your sister in trouble, but so is your only other brother...you'd better find a way across the water to get to the island boy, oh and you only have another 7 hours before your death unless you kill alec of course, bye bye" She says and reaching out I try to grab her but she disappears before I can and I curse to myself.

This is just what I needed, a time limit I think to myself as I stare at the island. Walking over to the water which now looks like a goblin colored green, I kick the water in frustration looking around for something, anything, to help me get to Vladimir Island. But there's nothing.

Sitting on the sand, i close my eyes relaxing myself. I look up seeing an old rickety boat with a single oar which I'm almost positive wasn't there before with a note. Walking over, I pick to the note but it has nothing on it.

I look across the lake and breath out slowly. I get in the boat and start rowing as hard as I can toward the island.

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