Like ocean to me

Chapter 19

I know I was supposed to have published this on Saturday but... I just noticed that for some reason i didn't. Not that i forgot, because i clearly remember clicking on the 'publish' button, but something went wrong I guess? maybe i closed my computer to quickly or something like that.

I thought something was weird when I was going to write some more today and i noticed that the 19th chapter was not marked as published...

Anyway, here it is... sorry.

Cretors I think.

- CRETORS - Andrew screams, grabbing my hand and returning to running.

Those things could only be cretors. They don't look exactly disgusting, but I can see why Nia might have said that. 

No one else seemed to see them but us. only the more reason they must be cretors

It doesn't take long before I turn around to see the cretors following us and I speed up even more. The cretors aren't as fast as us sense they seem to be running like they are uncomfortable in there own body, but me and Andrew wont be able to keep this pace up for long.

- Andrew what time is it?? - I ask breathless, seeing that the sun is already coming down.

- I don't know! I'm running for my life not checking my clock! Don't you have your phone in your hand?? - He screams throw heavy breaths and the thousands of voices on top of his.

Oh right. I take a look at my clock that reads 19:00. oh yeah, here it's at least one hour and half later then in mayfort.

- we need to hide, I can't keep running like this for much longer, their going to catch up to us.

I look around, trying not to slow down. This street is still getting fuller by the second (i have no idea how me and Andrew haven't lost each other in the sea of people), all the stores are still open but i didn't think it would be wise to hide in one of them because if they followed us inside we would have no place to escape (and possibly a big fine for destruction of property)

- There. I think there is a concert, they might loose us in the middle of the crowd.

Indeed, if we manage to run a bit more at the end of the street is a wide square with a stage in the middle and a big crowd surrounding it.

the concert hasn't started yet but whoever is giving the concert is already on stage, probably testing the sound etc.

- Good idea.

we speed up a bit until we enter the middle of the big crowd. After bumping into a bunch of people we finally manage to get somewhere in the middle. I think we lost them.

Its getting a bit chilly so i decide to put on my jacket.

- qui veut venir ici? !? mets les mains en l'air!! - the man on the stage screams, making the crowd go wild while starting to play and sing his song.

For some reason everyone puts their hands up, and we copy the movement, trying not to stand out.

- le garçon avec le t-shirt blanc! - he says, people take there hands out of the sky so we do the same.

Suddenly, a man, probably around his thirties and all dressed in black with the word "staff" written in white on his T-shirt taps on Andrews shoulder. God don't tell me this is a private invent and we're going to have to leave.

- Venez avec moi s'il vous plaît - he says, with a smile.

- what ?? I don't speak french. - Andrew tries to scream on top of the cheering crowd - do you understand him Emily?

- Nope - the men starts doing a weird movement with his hands and then it clicks - But I think his signalling for you to go with him. Don't go. This might be a trap - I say tightening my grip on his hand.

-  I think I should... we don't want to get into trouble here, they'll find us in the system and call our parents.

- fine...

the first thing that passes throw my mind when Andrew's hand leaves mine is that maybe that guy is a cretor in disguise or something, then I remember that they are probably more interested in killing me then Andrew.

I try to follow him with my eyes but quickly loose sight of them in the crowd. Its to late when i see them again passing throw security and going up the stairs to the stage. oh no, the cretors are definitely going to see him there. I try to push some people to get closer to the stage, but i'm not very lucky since the people up the front are harder to get past.

the moment Andrew sets foot on the stage a cretor appears behind him.

All the blood leaves my face and I'm once again frozen in my place. I can't even scream tho I'm sure he wouldn't be able to hear anyway.

His not even halfway near the Center of the stage when the cretor swings himself at him. Next thing I know Andrew is on the floor and the cretor is opening his wide mouth to reviel his terrifying brown teeth.

A muffled scream leaves my mouth and my vision becomes blurry. I try to run pushing everyone in my way, trying not to loose sight of what was happening on stage, but i don't get far.

The artist seems to be very confused as to why this random guy is laying on the floor looking terrified, but continues singing his song with an awkward smile.

No I can't loose Andrew not like this. What would I do without him? how could I live without him? I hate him, I do, but I don't think I can stand not having him in my life. Angry tears keep running through my face.

I try to see the stage again but Andrew isn't there. His gone. the loud boom of the sub-woofers rings in my ears and the different lights shining aggressively wont let me see anything. I don't want to see anything anyway.

And so I let myself fall to my knees.