It's time. In a small black backpack I've packed the newly drawn map, a $100 from the stack in the safe, my phone, a few weapons, snacks, water and a flashlight. I push a pocket knife into my pocket and After taking a rescue pill to calm my nerves, I sneak out the back door and grab my bike. I glance at my watch and the time is 19:35 I should make it back at around 10 or so...I hope. I set off and stop only for water breaks. I follow the map correctly onto a skimpy, dodge road until I meet a dead end of bushes
B: that's it? That's really it?
I get off my bike and look around. I see nothing but large overgrown bushes. I feel so defeated and I collapse onto the ground letting the tears that I've had bottled up since I was saying my goodbyes fall free. I sit up with my back to the bushes and I bring my knees in. I keep feeling something sharp jab at my left shoulder blade but it doesn't feel like a stick or twig. I get on my knees and start running my hands through the tangled shrubs until my hand lands on something cold and metallic feeling. I rip away at the leaves and twigs using my pocket knife to find a...latch? It must be a gate!
It's a hard pull but the latch finally clicks open and I grab my bike as I walk through the gate. On the other side there is a large dirt and gravel road with tall, unhealthy looking grass on either side...that means my map was right! I take a gulp of water before jumping back on my bike. I cycle until I notice a large, tall, old building in the distance. I get off my bike and hide in the tall grass to get a proper look. There are large trucks driving in but they stop at the entrance as the driver tells the man wearing plain black clothes holding the clipboard something and he jots it down. It looks like some sort of factory. The trucks are some shade of grey and I can see the same logo on Finns uniform on the trucks in a slightly darker shade of grey.
B: I can do this...I can do this! I have to do this...for Finn
Finn was all I could think about as I left my bike in the tall grass and started sneaking up towards the building making sure I am not seen. I have to get a look inside, it's no use staying out here and watching the trucks. I take a leap of faith and sprint to the truck that had stopped at the entrance and I hide behind it. How am I going to get inside the building without being seen? This place must be packed with security so I can't just waltz in and If this truck starts driving in then I will be seen...wait...that's it! I need to find a way to get in the truck or be holding onto it somehow when it drives in...under the truck! This is so crazy and there are so many things that can go wrong but...I'm doing it for Finn. As quietly as I can I crawl under the truck with my back facing the floor. I grab onto the pipes and things to keep myself off the ground. The truck started moving and I let out a little squeal before I could stop it.
?: stop!
The truck halts and I'm jerked all over the place but I manage to keep my grip on the pipes. My twin locket comes a little loose and it dangles threatening to fall off my neck but I can't reach out and grab it or I will loose my grip and fall.
?: I heard something...sounded like a scream of some sort
I hold my breath as the man with the clipboard starts walking around the truck inspecting it. My arms are burning but I hold on for dear life. I see his black boots stop by me
?: what's that silver thing shining from under your truck?
?: no clue?
?: it looks like a chain of some sort
I say a prayer hoping he won't look underneath the truck...
?: Ahah! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here! Code red! Code red!
He screams into his walkie talkie. I waste no time. I let go and fall on my back then I roll away to the other side and I start running as fast as my legs could possibly go. These men in the same black uniform as the guy with clipboard start chasing after me. I feel strong arms grab mine and jolt me to the floor. I keep fighting. I manage to kick one of them hard in the shin and he punches me in the nose. The most horrible, throbbing pain explodes on my face and I can feel the blood gushing down. Regardless of the pain I still try to struggle free but there's too many of them kicking and punching me from all angles. When I was on the edge of unconsciousness they stop beating me up and instead they tie a sore rope around my wrists.
Men: you're coming with us and don't even bother screaming, no one will hear you
They try to get me to walk but I'm so weak from being hit so they practically drag me towards the building
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Mystery / ThrillerI'm billie, I'm 17. I'm a twin, my brothers name is Finneas. He lives in heaven now. Disappointment,depression, heartbreak and tears are very common in my life. Even after dealing with the pain of losing Finneas and barely surviving it, my bully Hal...
