Mission Impossible III: To Love is to Kill

Chapter 4: Chase

Chapter 4: Chase

"Come on, Chase, wake up," I felt arms shaking me awake and an angelic voice calling my name. I am pretty sure it's a dream since there is no way did a voice sound as heavenly as this angel. My angel.

I heard a sigh and then said, "Fine, we'll do this the hard way."

Before any coherent thoughts can go through my brain, I felt like I was somersaulting into the air and landing on the floor with a thud. Hell, that hurt. I open my eyes to glare at Andi, who was trying hard not to crack up.

Though I love her deeply, I was pretty angry when she did that.

"What the hell was that for?" I demanded, trying to sit up and shake out all the tense muscles from my back.

She shrugged innocently and said, "I couldn't get you to wake up. Hey, it was either this or throwing a bucket of ice water on your face."

I muttered under my breath and stood up, pulling on my shirt and was about to walk out the door when Andi snatched my hand to pull me back.

"I'm sorry, don't be mad," she pleaded, giving me a innocent expression that only the sweetest angel can only pull off. However, Andi is nothing like an angel.

I sighed and smiled, "Like I can say no to that face. But you owe me."

"Crap," she muttered and look up at me under her lashes.

"What exactly do I owe you?" she asked warily, like I might bite or something.

I smirked and said, "You'll see. For now, let's get some food."

Andi shrugged and we made our way down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Mom trying to cook something and Kristy walking in from the front door.

"Hey, Chase. Andi," Kristy nodded and stalked pass us and into her room.

I swear, there was something wrong with that chick. She's was like one of those many girls that I've hooked up with, all bimbo-ish. It was a good thing she was my sister or else I would of done something drastic a long time ago.

"What are you making, Olivia?" Andi asked my mom as she raided the giant fridge for something to eat.

"A recipe that Anna gave me. I'm going to try it out and we can all eat it later. Oh, and she had also bake us a cake," Mom smiled like she had just met God or something.

Andi looked at the recipe that was in my mom's hands and said, "May I borrow this for a moment?"

Mom looked surprise but said, "Sure." Andi took the recipe and scan through the list in concentration then calculating something in her head. She sucked in a huge breath and grind her teeth in frustration. Something was up and apparently, Andi is pissed off about it.

At that moment, Eliza called out "Mom!" from upstairs and Mom ran up to see what was wrong. I quickly ran up next to Andi, who was now inspecting the cake that Anna had made. The cake looked delicious, with chocolate frosting and strawberries around it, making my mouth all watery. I was about to pick a strawberry when Andi hissed, "Don't touch it."

"What, are you going to hog the cake to yourself?" I teased, but her expression stopped my teasing mood.

"What's wrong?"I asked her and she shook her head.

"Shh..." she said softly and stared at the cake with intense concentration that it began to scare me a little.

I took the recipe from her hands and scan it, seeing nothing wrong. Just some sugar, baking soda, etc.

"Andi? You're scaring me." I whispered.

She looked at me and said, "Read to me how much baking soda is in that recipe?"

I read, "Ten cups of baking soda is required."

She nodded and said, "Ten cups counts as overdose, Chase. She's planning to poison us with baking soda."

"What?" I asked her, incredulous by that idea.

"Baking soda has a substance called sodium bicarbonate and whenever overdose, you can have major effects, especially for little kids," she said without looking up from the cake.

I was speechless by this point and asked, "Then what is wrong with the cake that makes you refuse to look away from it?"

"There is a bomb inside the cake that will set off in exactly 4 minutes and 23 seconds," she whispered and looks up at me.

Oh shit.