+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 63

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"Come on,
You should've even be here!
Drew answer the damn phone man."
Who was this?
I've never heard this voice before... maybe once... but where? At school? That was a possibility.
But I felt as if I needed to know now.
So I willed my eyes open.
"Oh thank goodness. We need to get out of here. Now."
I didn't know this person.
This boy.
He looked... young. Probably around Cooper's age for the most.
But his face was familiar.
I just couldn't draw a reference.
Maybe it was because of my empty stomach or maybe because of the throbbing pain everywhere.
I had no choice but to let this stranger unchain me.
Maybe Rebel got tired of me.
Maybe they sold me.
The possibilities really were endless when you knew next to nothing.
He lifted me onto the nearby staircase, but Maggie was nowhere in sight.
Did she die?
Did they sell her already?
What was this about?
I didn't even have the energy to find out.
I saw the mystery boy drag a body up the stairs past me.
The person, I assumed to be dead, was facing the floor.
It was too bloody to make out.
Shortly after, someone picked me up and threw me over their shoulder.
They carried me past that seemed to be the blurred up sleeping quarters of the Vipers.
It took up two floors for some reason.
Maybe I was hallucinating.
On the first floor we passed, three guys were on the floor, swimming in a pool of blood.
What was happening?
It was starting to make less and less sense.
The person carrying me walked into an open doorway and readjusted me.
At his feet was a tied up Roberto.
He couldn't see me, but I could see him.
I could also see what seemed to be a living room, with a bloody Zac and Kareem on the floor.
Both were tied to the couch and gagged with some kind of cloth.
I couldn't see him, but I heard the guy that unchained me begin to speak.
"Now that your little friend served his purpose, it's time to die."
As soon as the 'e' left his mouth, an ear splitting noise was heard.
It made my stomach churn even more.
Drops of blood fell to the ground from my ears.
That was the sound of a gunshot.
In the same speed of a travelling bullet, a scream was heard from the figure that emerged from the staircase in the corner.
Even with a bleeding ear I still managed to hear what she said.
The guys also screamed out his name.
The name of the person that stole my heart.
The one that got me kidnapped.
The one that completely abandoned me.
Luke.
Kim ran to him as Zac tried to help Kareem up. Roberto was struggling with this tied hands. They all were trying to get to him.
But not I.
I watched intentively as fresh blood soaked through his tattered white t-shirt a little left to his chest cavity, right where his heart should've been.
I watched Kim clutch him close as someone hit her with the back of a gun on her head.
I watched as the same person hit Zac and Kareem, leaving them unconscious.
I also watched as the person that was holding me bent a bit and hit Roberto right in the head, moving back so he could fall to the floor.
I looked at the tears roll down his face.
Maybe he didn't deserve this.
But I couldn't vouch for the others.
At that exact moment I watched as two people drag the corpses of the three guys from below out the front door.
Next was Luke's.
The guy that was holding me exited the building first.
I watched them load the bodies into one of the vans that were lined up.
I laid on his shoulders, digesting this information.
I was being kidnapped. Again.
Luke was killed.
Three other guys were killed.
Maggie is nowhere to be seen.
I tried to piece it together.
But it all crumbled like a maze of Dominos.
Not even my surroundings made sense.
There was grass everywhere.
The guys were discussing something, but my mind was too full to process anything more.
So when someone dealt me a swift blow to the neck,
I welcomed the sour taste of slumber.

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"Surname?"
"Illinois."
He took a look through the car and then to the log in book on his table.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't get a chance to look for the made up name because he was put to sleep by a hiding Jason.
Jason then clicked the barrier button so we could drive in and grabbed us three ferry passes.
This scheme wasn't guaranteed to work.
There could've been more than one guards at the booth.
But there wasn't.
The Arachne was severely understaffed.
Maybe they all were supervising the loading.
Or maybe they all had a big party and were sleeping off a hangover.
It was extremely early after all.
Whatever the cause, one part of our plan was finished.
All that was left to do is to sweep the floors for Amber, get her off the boat and back to our base safely.
Easier done than said hopefully....
I needed Amber.
And I needed to make myself quickly available in case Brad and the other guys needed any help with their mission.
Jason quickly got back into the car and we took off our first layer of disguise.
He already had our wigs dyed black, so that we looked like brothers, all we had to do was take off our t-shirt.
Underneath was two other t-shirts of different colours and patterns.
Our pants was also layered, just in case we were suspected for any reason.
I slowed down by the other blockade and handed the guy in the booth our passes.
"Take the first right and then another right as you drive into the parking lot."
I sent him a curt nod and followed his directions.
The parking lot was packed like sardines in a can. Literally.
There was shafts holding vehicles on top of other vehicles.
That sight alone caused me to back out of the parking floor.
I parked my car in the port parking lot instead.
Once we were inside it became difficult.
There was next to no space to pass after you parked, which made it extremely hard to scope out all the vehicles for Amber.
Nevertheless, I left Jason and Kent to it.
They narrowed the search down to pellet vans and busses.
I took the slim staircases up to the other floor that I had previously persumed to be the cargo floor.
There was a wall breaking the floor into two parts, one of which seemed to be the kitchen.
The hissing of oily pots and the smell of hot chocolate was a dead giveaway.
In that same instance, three cargo boys wheeled a large wooden box up the shaft to the left.
I watched as they gently positioned it face down, in the far southern corner of the vessel.
I was about to conclude that Amber was in that box and putting it face down ensured that she couldn't escape from inside but someone jabbed me in the back.
"What are you doin?"
The man could be about forty, short and stubby. He could the conductor in the transportation.
"Just came up from my vehicle but I'm a bit lost..."
His body untensed.
"oh alright there boy, take this stair case right here all the way up! The one on that side is for cargo and staff."
"Thank you,"
He sent me a salute before stumbling over to where the box was placed.
I slipped half way up the stairs and listened for a few more seconds.
And what I heard was more helpful that I couldn't thought.
"Bring up the decoys and get her to the SD."
What else could he be talking about?
What was the SD?
It was probably code for a specific room.
Their use of the pronoun 'her' led me to believe that he was referring to Amber.
So I made a slow and quiet dash back down the stairs and to the vehicles.
I needed to tell them, before any of us got caught.
It was a boat race against time.