+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 64

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I didn't stay unconscious for long.
I was stirred awake by the sudden stop.
I took that time to survey my surroundings.
It was dark.
The only light peered in from the front seat windows.
I was at the back of the van.
But I was alone.
I silently crept up to the driver seat, but it was empty.
I peeked through the opening and saw a very familiar sight.
I was here before.
This was the pathway to the cove.
The cove that Luke had taken me to.
The cove of the koi fishes.
A 'thump' made me jump away from the window.
It was followed by a stream of curses.
All by a semi familiar voice.
Where had I heard this voice before?
My thoughts were too jumbled to pinpoint at that time.
I saw the voice owner in question, cloaked I black, drag a body around the van and down the trial.
I guessed that the other vans were parked behind the one I was in and they were disposing of the bodies in the cove.
That was actually smart.
The cove had a underwater whirlpool hole with powerful currents that pulled in anything around it if the tide was strong enough.
That's why the fishes stay close to the shore.
Luke explained it all while he thought I was asleep in the car.

I silently listened to him babble away, effortlessly learning more and more about him and what he was interested in.
I smiled danced across my face, but disappeared as quick as a ghost would when I saw another body be carried down.
I'd know that brown hair anywhere.
I heard the kidnapped start talking as they walked down to the cove.
"He's died. It couldn't be helped. Just throw the body in with the rest."
That finalized it.
Luke was dead.
I felt tears drip down my chin.
I hadn't realized that I was even crying.
He was really dead.
T

hat shot hit him right in the heart.
His body was pale and dare I say, lifeless.
There was no way he could recover.

He was gone. And I didn't even get to tell him how I felt.
That even though he set me up,
Even though he made me suffer,
Even though he ruined my life,
He was the best part of it.
I was full on bawling now. I banged on the van walls.
My chest burned.
It was like my heart was literally breaking into millions and millions of tiny pieces.
He was gone.
I wanted to tell him,
To tell him that even though I had only spent about a week with him, I wanted to spend a lifetime.
I would give anything to see him open the car door, or make me soup or even climb across that wooden plank.
I wished that I had died in that basement.
That I had died before they attacked the place, so I would've never been taken and maybe Luke wouldn't have been killed.
Somewhere in between someone opened the van door, they pulled me out and I fought out of their grasp.
I landed on the grass, the grass Luke and I walked on just some days ago.
I gripped it hard. And cried even harder.
I shouldn't have avoided him.
I should've forgiven him.
I didn't need to hold that grudge.
It was all because I was just so hopeless and insecure.
I slapped myself.
It was all my fault.
He was dead and it was all my fault.
I killed another person.
Another person died by my hand.
I didn't deserve to live.
I slapped myself more and more until someone forcible stopped me.
This time I didn't fight.
I didn't have the energy to, nor did I want to.
I had only one wish as I faded into unconsciousness.
To be thrown into the cove.
That way,
Maybe Luke and I could be together.
Even if it was as fish food.
I'd make a bomb ass bread crumb.

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Once I regrouped with Keith and Jason, we had no choice but to go up to the passenger floor to plot our plan since the cargo floor was covered with cargo boys.
Taking them out was not an option.
There was nowhere to hide a body in sight.
We needed the boats blueprint.
Which leads us to where we currently was.
On the outer deck, casually standing and sipping on a fruit cocktail.
We needed a plan quickly.
The boat had approximately twenty minutes before sailing and we needed her off before then.
Once it started we would have no choice but to dock in the south pole and our plan to get on the boat would surely not work to get off it.
Mostly because the southern port had triple the security of that of the mainland.
I could tell that the guys were stressing since Kent was practically strangling his glass and Jason was emptying his into the sea drip by drip.
That gave me an idea.
It would all depend on our acting skills.
I timed the interval at which the waiter did rounds for refill.
Then we set into place.
As the unsuspecting waiter approached, I bumped into Kent, spilling the cocktail all over his shirt and pants, being sure to spill some on myself in the process.
"You clutz!"
"Bro it was an accident..."
"This shirt was custom made!"
The waiter rushed in the middle.
"Please keep it down...follow me, I'll- dont worry I'll get it cleaned up."
Kent and I followed behind him as he led us down to the passenger floor directly above the cargo floor.
"The bathroom is the room to the right..."
The waiter attempted to walk away but Kent grabbed his hand.
"Do you expect me to use a commoners bathroom?"
The waiter started to sweat.
"Um.. well i sup- suppose you could use the one for staff.."
"Where is that one?"
He started to trembled under pressure.
"Top floor, opposite the navigation room..."
Kent nodded and the waiter was about to walk away.
But Kent grabbed him again.
"Take me there."
The poor waiter stumbled over his own feet before nodding and walking back up stairs.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I walked right up to the guy with the tallest hat.
"Sir, I was sent to fill in for the waiter that called in sick."
He didn't even looked up from his stew.
"Well get changed! And take these cocktails around to the top floor, make sure Mr. Williams gets the first one. Mich is supposed to be back by now. Where is that darn slacker!?"
I backed away and looked around for the locker room.
A guy that was slicing onions pointed to the left, I sent him a nod before walking towards the door.
Once I was in, I checked for open lockers.
Surprisingly, all were open.
Trustworthy staff they had here.
I grabbed a uniform and walked into the conjoined changing room.
After dressing, I grabbed the serving tray of drinks on my way out the kitchen and slowly walked up the stairs.
I abruptly had to stop as someone stopped directly in front of me.
She turned around shortly after and began apologizing.
However once she made eyecontact she smiled widely.
"You look just like your father, but you have your mother's nose."
The man next to her pulled her away after whispering something in her ears but I didn't hear.
How could she say that?
How does she know my parents?
Nobody should know what my mother looked like.
I would surely need to discuss this with father.
But now I had to finish this plan and get Amber back.
I made my way up to the top floor and gave out cocktails. Then I traded the uniform with Jason as I waited in the staff bathroom for Kent to get the blueprint from the navigation room using the poor waiters uniform.
Kent had an important part to play, but I couldn't doubt his capability, even as the chances of recovering his sister slimmed down to near none.
I needed to be an anchor on this mission.
I could never lose hope.
Even when everything I wanted was slipping away.