Perfect Poison

CHAPTER 14

Alison had been placed in Custody for futher enquiries. The two spies. had been arrested. Now we were barely off the plane, photographers were bustling left and right. I felt betrayed.
I've never felt this way before.
The look on Alison's face, broken was all i could describe it as.
"I'm Not a spy." She barely replied in shock. "But i do have something to tell you."
"No, you don't anymore." I quickly spun around and walked away as the police held her down. My heart throbbed out of my chest. This wretched sensation, I HATE IT!
"SERENE!" she yelled. Water began to slip on my cheeks.
"Don't talk to me." I growled, wanting to run. My feet qere olastered to their shadows, too afraid to move, to afraid to move too far.

2 hours ago that was.
My friend dried my cheeks, Ayato held me close, and we slowly advanced into the line.

And i still feel a heart aching throb in my chest. I've calmed down...and yet. I feel like i want to slam my self into brick walls until i can no longer sense what feel worse.

So you are telling me, that spies from Japan, attacked 2 korean teenagers, in a plane, with no back history of female assualt, because gimenjong, the wealthy Ceo who is a half brother to your father, deliberately sent people to discover your whereabouts, and track you back home for his despicable intentions."

Do you have any REAL kind of identification?" Is he fucking serious...

The english speaking security officer flipped over the documents with a judgemental brow raise, eyes never leaving the paper.
His deadpanned look just spoke volumes to how much bullshit he has probably put up with in the past few years of his commison.

The Airport Guards lingered over us and our baggage with an amused stare.

"Oh, and she says the Kirenchos are family friends too, what's next, your half cousin is Lisa manoban?"

China and Japan were never that friendly anyway...

"Just let me make a phone call and i will prove to you we are not imppresionists."i sighed.
"Do you want me to call my parents?" Rachel whispered holding me tightly.
I could see Ayato resting a arm on her back reasurringly, eyes locked on her big chocolate eyes.
I shook my head.

"They will be listening to your calls." I said.
She looked at me with a tilted head squinted eyes.
It was true.

My Uncle is the type that would ensure the police are tracking all of our calls,speaking of which.

I threw my mobile on the floor , cracking it with the end of my heel. Glass shards splattered all over the ground, my samsung quivering with noises until all that remained was a lifeless vessle of communication.

"Done and dusted." I shrugged while everyone watched me like i was commited homicide.

It's just a phone.

Not a life.

I'm used to people overtly referencing my family's wealth, they turn expressionless, eyes pop wide, and then boom, i'm suddenly an angel that can tip them.

So it's kind of nice for them not to drop down like they saw jesus.

Ayato shook his head vehemantly. "Sir, just let us go."

The Grim man, flicked over previously seen sheets.

"Listen, this isn't the upper east side round here, just tell the truth and after some more inquiries you can have a phone call."

I stood blanrantly still, wishing to hell that my dagger hadn't been in inspection and rather be right inside this mans throat.

An abrupt yell suddenly washed over our ears, Behind us stood the plane Chief aviators, the paramilitary quickly appearing from behind them. "The msm have been spoken too." A Chinese man in a suit called from the outreaching perimeters.

The security officer's eyes popped wide open, his mouth falling to his neck.
"Right this way Miss, i'm terribly sorry for the trouble!" He grunted miserably.
"Pessimistic much?" Ayato muttered, pulling me away from the other guards and into the station.

This is a new experience for me and it's suprisingly refreshing. I looked up towards the sky to see a breathtaking view.

It was just past the blossoming hour of dawn, red bird flauntered across Beijings dark pink clearing, the sun solidifying it's value as the star rises, bright as a bulb, sweet yellow as shea butter, coconut whipped clouds making haste to the north of all airports, their skies as crammed with rain droplets as the trains that compressed people close like tin cans.
500 emotionless tin cans. Every single running station had them.
"Serene, we need to get to the hotel as soon as possible, stop dragging your heels."
I sighed defeatedly.
"Fine, i know you just want a phone to call your girlfriend on-"
"This has nothing to do with Maya."
Ayato pointed upwards at the leaning skyscrapers, dripping of Morning sunlight, pierced into Golden shards that reflected the Cerise sky.
Both Rachel and i feownwd at his mentioning of that name but netherless continued to look up

"Red sky at morning, Sheperds warning." He retaliated without pause.

Rachel Gaped at the view. "Can we at least take a moment to appreciate this?" She spoke as soft as caramel sugar.
"I feel like it will melt away anytime soon."
Ayato turned to find her eyes glued upwards.

His eyes seemed to brighten at her proposal. Nethertheless, he ended up pulling us away to the Car park, stating that we could enjoy Bejing's view from the car.

With the officers and police surrounding us,we safely left the Station, A silver Benz stood Glistening with morning Dew. It was as the car was sprinkled with rose water and blessed with colour from The sky itself.

"This Benz will transport you to your destination, the hotel, sorry for all the trouble."
"Apology not accepted,but nice try dumbass."
Ayato growled, clasping Rachel's waist from being touched by the Guards, both looking like they wanted to ensure more than just her safety.

And as the cold biting air nibbled away at any watmth remaining from the enormous baggage areas, cinnamon smelling food stores, lavender scented perfumes and mandarin book stores that stuffed toy animals near the glass manakins, i could only adhere to a man, with sunken black tunnels, reflecting on wether to fall into a bigger sunken life ending train track.

That's life for you, or death in this case.
I'm guessing he had no inheritance to provide for his daughter in marriage, so self sacrifice is the only possible road.

Thats exactly how i feel.
"We're heading right to GuangZhou Agency as we speak brat."
Ayato gave me a kind hearted squeeze.
"You ready for this modelling shoot now?"
That means Yuka will be there...
I looked away at the scenery and back at my older brother.

"Whatever, just get it over with Dumbass."

My eyes lingered over his shadow, perhaps in hope, that a significant other, would slowly come right out of the seat and fill the designated hole from the left hand of the Car.