The Legacy Of Jewelox

CHAPTER 10

     I gambled out the cab when I reached Losell. I scurried over to the house in the far end that belonged to one of my mother's older sisters. I saw their neighbouring house and grinned at it. That's where one of my school teacher lives. Ms. Izzy.

     I strayed over to the right side and threw a pebble at the lit room's strong window which was on the second floor.

     Colton popped his head out in confusion and looked down at me with his mouth and eyes wide open. I’d already written a message back at home: Lemme in. Hafta borrow help from ya.

     I tied it to the quadcopter drone's wheels and flew up to him. He read the message and face-palmed himself and motioned for me to knock on the front door lightly if I didnt want to wake his parents up.

     I did as he told me to and the door swung open and I came face to face with Sharon. A messy haired blonde with an expressionless look that he always wears if it weren't for insulting me. He used to ‘bully’ me when I was young and I so hated this idiot. He's Colton's younger brother, 16.

     “What're you doing here?”, he whisper-shouted with a lace of concern.

     “Came here to borrow a few stuff", I replied, pushing past him to Colton's room.

     The candy-flossed hair, pimple faced, fair boy with big classy glasses opened the door for me, yawning. He's 18.

      “And what might my dear cousin sister so badly want that she had to sneak in here when she's supposed to be house-arrested?”, he snickered and I chuckled, pluffing myself on his bed.

     “You busy?”, I asked him, eyeing his computer where he seemed to be doing something related to his field.

     “Sommat. Whatcha wan so?”, he asked me, twirling to face me in his office chair. “And what was with the media?”, he scowled crossly. I shrugged it off.

     “Can I borrow SCJs pweesh?”, I pouted with my rare puppy dog eyes. SCJ means Security Camera Jammers. “Along with a recording device I can wear without getting suspicious judges”

     He reached for his drawer and flicked his fingers in remembrance. “Liz, sis made your favourite savoury filled pancakes today”, he chuckled, going back for his drawer as I shot up immediately with a jealous frown. “Don't you have any left?!”, I grumbled as my tummy roared for some. Big sis Avyanna's savoury  filled pancakes are one of the dishes topped in my food list. I’m a foodie and very proud to be so.

     The door opened and Sharon entered the room and my jaw dropped almost drooling. He was carrying it! He was carrying it! OMG! HE'S CARRYING THE SAVOURY FILLED PANCAKES DISH IN HIS HANDS!

     I grabbed the plate from him and he rolled his eyes at my indecency as Colton laughed out loud. “What's with the get-up, Liz?”, Sharon asked me. I ignored that.

     “Do you know this fool?”, Sharon asked me in a low voice so only I could hear. He scrolled through Instagram before pulling into a chat and showing me. I put my hands up and shook my head. It was another confession directed towards me but knowing I’d just send them to the block list, they decided attacking two of my cousins their age in which one is Sharon. He looked at me sighing before leaving the room with the dish that I almost gobbled along with the food.

     I went through the whole drama that happened today. “Hey big brother Colton?” “Mm?” “Say, is there a gadget in this world that can make you invisible?”

     “No... Invisibility cloaks are fake. I’m sure you're smart to know that. Is it something to do with what happened today?”, he queried.

     I looked at him surprised and looked up at the ceiling. “But... But... But, say, how's it possible when you and your friend get into an elevator and suddenly three people reach for you from behind when you're absolutely sure only you and you’re friend got in?”, I questioned, not satisfied with his earlier reply.

     He grew serious. “There's no invincibility cloak, but there's a... camaflouged suit”, he sighed. My eyes wanted to widen with surprise but I was way too perplexed to even nod.

     “Then, is there a way you can control people?”, I asked him and quickly added, “And no, big bro! Don't even mention about the three unforgivable curses in Harry Potter and scrape to the point”

     He looked amused. “Is this something you are sure that happened?”, he raised his brows at me. I bit my lip, looking away. Should I tell him? Or not? In the end, I just used a third person view to describe the affect it had on Theo. He looked way surprised than he seemed to look. He should win an Oscar award for that. I should get one too since I'm the caster. “Liz, scientists are actually working on those type of devices but it will take a million light years to actually build something that can control the whole human body. And in the process, some may even die!”, he whispered. I didn't know what to say so I just kept my mouth shut and drank a cup of water. I knew what he said was an undeniable fact and if you're smart, then you'd know too.

     “How many jams would you like?”

     “How many do you have?”

     “Twenty-nine”

     “Twenty-nine”

     “That’s ALL!”, he whined indignantly but ended up sacrificing them all and passing me a wristwatch.

     “A watch? I have my phone, thank you", I snickered, tilting it left and right infront of his face. He grinded his teeth and pinched my nose so hard, I felt it go NUMB! I wonder if this is a trait in his family. His big sis tends to pinch my cheek red while his little brother likes my eyes puffy red. I huffed, indignantly.

     “Idiot! This is KEQI Super HD Wrist Smartwatch. You know? Smartwatches can do better than tell you time. Clicks pics, records videos and audios with a feature to enable or disable timestamp”

     I looked at him with awe before shaking his hand vigorously ranting about how he's an amazing big brother and added that he seriously had to cut his candy floss hair. He got pissed at that.

     He asked for my sneak plan and I let him in on the details. He lended me a few more gadgets and gave me loads of tips. He said that not all gadgets would come in use for the day but will definitely save my butt in future.

     It was a while before I sneaked downstairs and tried the door which most certainly was locked. I barged into Sharon's room and thought about the pros since he sleeps on the floor with a mattress. I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and knew I regretted my decision when he lunged at me. He glared that murderous glare which I'm so used to that I'm not affected by it anymore. He let go of me and crawled back under his blanket moaning the question, “What the shit do you want?”

     “The door's locked", I replied, irritated. He ignored me.

     “Did you hear what I just said? You dimwit! Would you stop ignoring me and give me an answer?”, I realised what I said wasn't a question to be replied. “Annoying D-face", I grumbled, slamming his door shut.

     I switched on the hallway lights muttering a whole tsunami of swear words. I'm an expert in those.

     Having lived in this house many times, I know Sharon well enough to say that when he doesn't reply, it means... I’ve no idea how to explain that, but in this situation, it probably means that he's hung the key somewhere in the hall. Let's just hope I don't wake up my aunt Tess or uncle Gary. Well, atleast I found the keys.

     I sprinted to the cab whose headlights were flashing. I buckled myself up. “Get moving. To the Vesper International Hospital. You line with the police?”, I asked him gruffly with my eyes shut in exhaust.

     “N-no, sir. I only drop off Officer Nelson to his house at times. I’m not In l-l-l-league with the officers community other than that", he squeaked, frightened. I opened my left eye and peered at the man to see if he was wearing any communication piece or if he's kept any in this car but no.

     I smirked, starting to watch the start of a new Korean drama. After 10 minutes, the driver interrupted me. “E-erm... I just wanted to tell you that we reached and erm... the polices are up ahead... checking”, he gulped. “I’m not a gangster”, I replied simply, going back to my phone and calling Sky.

     “Outside the gates. Room number?”

     “2684”

     “Any nearby patients with midnight visitors?”

     “Hmm... An old lady, Aleanore Slit. She's next room, 2685. Heart failure”, she replied thoughtfully after awhile.

     “How many guarding the area? Is there a bathroom close by?”

     “Erm... Four, I think. Aaron's room is 2683 with Huck and Tyler. Total, eight. And yeah, there's a bathroom. Why a bathroom? You're not thinking of applying for plumbing as a job, right? Listen Liz, as much as I love you, I don't wanna die in a horrible flood”, She said all serious. I randomly hung up on her and made the rude hand gesture at her contact.

     We were passing the gates when the officers stopped the car. He poked his hysterical head in and he looked at me, then the driver. “Who's the kid?”, he solicited. The cab driver was at loss for words. “Sander Willows. Shortly, Sed", I replied in a kind way and internally celebrated for keeping the fundamental sarcasm out of my voice.

     “Whom are you here for?”

     “Aleanore Slit. My far relative. Has a heart failure, so if you could please hurry in letting us in, that would be nice", I smiled and did a gun shooting motion with my hand as an order for driver to go in. AFTER the officer took his head out and seems like he didn't notice me.

     “Dude, drop me off at the back and tell no one about this”, I told the driver who seemed to never want to see his job again.

     “B-b-but... sir, that's illegal...”

     “And in the ground I step foot in, I make it legal. Now do as I say”, I scowled and told him a plan. The back was only for staffs.

     It was as I expected. There were three officers near the staff gate. They all held onto their ridiculously firm looks. I got off the cab before reaching the gate and sneaked towards the gate when the car went forwards.

     “This place is out of limits for you", said an impassive officer.

     “No, it's not that”, said the driver. All the officers were distracted. “I was requested to tell you that the Chief Police Officer is giving you three a break. He seems to be having a terrible headache”

      What a lame excuse! I shrugged and seized the chance to roll in through the gates that were open and I climbed in through a window, setting the camera jammer and shoving it disguisably into my side pocket. I flinched at the rotten smell in the room. “Aw gawd... No no...”, I shivered, falling to my knees and hugging myself. It was a morgue. You know... the place where they store human corpses and the room's deadly cold. Antarctica should learn or two or three from this room. They’re like twins but I feel this one’s WORSE!. I rubbed myself warm and slowly got up, looking at all the mortuary cabinets where the frozen corpses are. I slowly opened the door and moved quickly mingling with all the people in the hospital.

     I strayed over to the counter. “Erm... Directions to room 2685, please. Here to visit my far relative, Aleanore Slit”, I told the khaki haired woman behind the counter. “And please, reduce the temperature in a morgue room. You'll frighten the dead and it'll only make them haunt you", I growled in a whisper. She looked surprised at that but didnt say anything. I tugged at my beanie, bringing it a bit lower timorously and then adjusted the fake spects looking over at all the officers guarding the place. Wow, we must be highly regarded of, for the chief to have placed this many guards.

     “E-erm... sir, eighth floor, three right turns", she said, unassertively. I nodded, surveying the officers before moving my resisting legs. Okay, to be truthful, I feel I’m gonna pee on my pants if I get caught.

     I moved towards the escalator. “I had just about enough of elevators for a day”, I marded. After taking another 6 escalators, I scurried over to the vending machine. I looked here and there to make sure Sky wasn't there or she'll raw my shells.

     I slipped in a $3.40 for the ‘Lays: Sour Cream and Onion’. I crawled to the waiting chair and champed down everything in 2 minutes before getting on the role. I erupted through several wooden doors. I sneaked into the boy's washroom. Don't judge me. I'm Sander Willows. I’d have high heel prints on my face if I enter the girl's.

     I grabbed a tray from my backpack and placed eight paper cups filled with water only halfway. I sprinkled a nice amount of crushed sleeping tablets to each. Stirred them steadily. Turned on another SCJ and pocketed it. Helped my backpack on and slipped outta the restroom with the tray of cups and went for a right turn.

     “The nurse downstairs claimed that I could help her carry these refreshments to you since I'm visiting this floor", I said, looking them dead in the eyes. The guards peered over for a look and chucked them in a few seconds and kept their cups back on the tray, thanking me. I shook my head excused myself to the restroom just to dump the stuff.

     When I returned, they were on the floor. I pushed aside my thought to get these blokes a mortuary cabinet. I searched them for the key to room 2684. Once I established them, I stuffed a jammer into the Nigerian officer's one of the many pockets. I unlatched the door with it and advanced into the room.

     Sky's parents, Mr and Mrs. Frost, Sky's little sister, Zoe, Sky and her pet kitten, Azcara were in there. Azcara was really adorable! It was born draped in black with a sort of blue-green eyes. They were all asleep except for Sky and Azcara who was purring. I bent down and gave it a quick-welcome and patted its head. The prank I pulled earlier frosted in my brain and I knew if Sky was able to read minds, I wouldn't be here right now. She's animal-craze!

     Sky looked at me confused. “Ashton? Where's Liz? She didn't tell me you were with her. And bro, you look cuter without glasses. I feel something's wrong with my eyes. You look a little short”, she chortled, rubbing her eyes. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. “Well, for one, Sky, NEVER call a boy CUTE. That's an insult no matter how true it is”, I used a tone that was so hard to use. I mean, I tried Ashton' s. But I couldn't. He's got that cute voice—Okay, this counts in the ignorant list—when someone catches a cold and they have to speak with their nose. Basically, it's hard for a girl to imitate it. “Okay... that was considered weird. What’s second?”, she asked me awkwardly.

     I tilted my head in confusion, “What second?”

     “You said ‘for one’, so what's second Ashton?”, she asked me. I hit my head in the wall to make sure I’m not dreaming that she's became an airhead. If only Rachel was here.

     “Second, is that I'm Liz!”, I scowled and she was on the floor laughing.

     “GOT YOU! Dude! I’m your best friend. I know you by height, eyes, nose, ears, and well... EVERYTHING! Me will be zisgrashe if me noth know how thu idhenthipy my besthu prendhu", she chortled proudly. I rolled my eyes at her. Sky gave me a bear-like but affectionate hug after ROFL.

     “Let's get outta here first, bitch", I shook my head, laughing. “Language, Liz", she said, looking back at her parents. “Right. Language. Bitch, is language too", I rolled my eyes at her only to earn a harsh smack. “Okay okay! Cool your nose, second mom!”, I tease her on our way out.

     We slinked into the room where three severely injured boys lay. “Praise the lord they're not dead”, I said startled. They had their legs bandaged and their heads and hands. I saw the seven members of BTS doodled on Aaron's right leg bandage: V, Jungkook, RM, J-Hope, SUGA, Jimin, Jin. I figured it was doodled by his 1st sissy, Sky. He hates BTS cuz he thinks they're gay! So what if they are?

     “Impressive drawing skills there. I wanna drawing too. On a paper, not on my face", I added. She snickered and gave me a thumbs up. I realised they were wearing a bandage neck collar.

     “Spill”, Sky said simply referring to the adventure here. I told her ALL about it.