Chapter Twenty
The calculator continues vibrating and flashing red, though none of the men are able to hear or see it. I’m still hidden.
“Good work guys. Now let’s just clean up here and then go find the other one. Envy,” the obvious leader speaks to everyone.
The pill head hands the gun back over and says, “But we’ve already checked and couldn’t find him. Maybe he isn’t on this plane.”
“He’s on this plane, hiding. He could be anywhere. For all we know he could be in this very room with us,” he says and then looks through the dark, his eyes sweeping directly over me. “Someone get the lights on in here.”
“The lights don’t work in here, boss,” says the shortest man as he drags the corpse off into the darkness, away from the circle of candles. As he’s pulling her, just before they’re in the dark, they knock a candle over and it goes out.
Suddenly, I have to sneeze.
“Uh…”
My nose!
“Uh…”
Envy, whatever you do, don’t sneeze!
“Uh… Uh…”
Hold it in! Think about penguins in a strip club!
I tried distracting my mind but it didn’t work. I had to sneeze. “Uh chew!!”
“He’s over their!” the leader yells at an octave I didn’t think was possible to reach, “get him!”
As the men start running at me, I reach back in my pocket and pull out the calculator. I didn’t do it because I thought it was some secret weapon, or because I thought it would save me, I did it because it started ringing. Like a phone ringtone.
The flashing red screen shows words on it now, ‘Press Enter.”
I guess my mom raised me to do what I’m told because I press the enter button on the calculator, and you would never believe what happened.
Suddenly, the men stop running. In fact, they stop moving at all. I hold my breath and wait. Watch. Listen. Fifteen seconds later, all the men walk over to a shelf with a bunch of parachutes, and they each put one on.
“They don’t have the piece of technology we’re looking for, boss,” exclaims the pill head after his parachute is completely strapped on. It looks just like a fully stuffed backpack with a few extra straps in the front so it doesn’t fall off.
The boss laughs. “I can’t believe we’ve been chasing those two forever when they weren’t even the ones with it. Michael, open the door and let’s leave.”
Michael, the pill head, walks over to a door on the side of the plane – a door that leads to the outside world – and he opens it. I instantly feel wind cover the entire room. Shortly after, all the men jump out of the plane, and then the door shuts automatically.
What do I do now?
“Envy!” I hear Christin from behind me and spin around just in time to see someone hit the ground and duck into a roll. She had jumped down from the air vents where she was probably hiding the entire time this whole incident happened.
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Dream Nightmare
ParanormalneImagine being fifteen years old with your first crush, wanting your first kiss. Now imagine constantly having nightmares where you die. If those nightmares came to life, would you survive?
