Chapter 9
Finally the limo stops and it’s not for gas. I heard someone say, “May I see your passports.”
“Sure sir.” Chase said in response. Wow maybe the inteblantition was useful for more than one thing. From the thoughts I was getting from the inside of the car I took that we were near the western border of Canada. I’ve never been to Canada, so when I get home then maybe I’ll have something to brag about.
They drive us about another four hours so it’s about the end of the day and Asher and I are both extremely tired. I come up next to Asher and say, “I’m scared.”
“Me too.” He tried to say it in a manly voice, but his voice cracked. That made me feel a little better. I found out on the trip to wherever we’re going that Asher thinks about me a lot. He’s kind of obsessed. For most of the time we just talked to each other in our heads. It was actually really cool and fun.
The most fun thing about it was that Asher kept thinking things that he really didn’t want to say out loud, let alone to me. I kept hearing him think, “Oh, crap!” I would just smile and roll my eyes. Now that I thought about it, he was really cute when he was frustrated. After a thirty more minutes of think-talking I was even more tired than before, apparently that was possible.
I said, “Asher, I’m really tired.”
“Me too,” he said, “You go to sleep now. I’ll sing to you.” He said this with a smile on his face.
“What is up with you singing lately?”
“I’ve always sung, I guess no one took the time to listen.” For some reason that stung. I looked at him and saw that he wasn’t even looking at me. He was staring off into the distance with a glint of sadness and anger in his eyes, as if he was remembering something really bad. I poke him and he shudders. He looks down and smiles.
He asks, “What?”
“I don’t know you tell me.” Okay, so you may be wondering, why didn’t she just read his thoughts? Well I guess my new found “talents” haven’t fully developed, because I couldn’t hear or see what he was thinking about.
“Oh nothing… just thinking about you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Good. You shouldn’t.” Well that was… Uh… wow. Where did that come from? “You’re a smart girl Cam. You figure it out.” With that he kisses me on the cheek crawls to a corner and tries to get cozy. He asks, ”You coming? Or what?”
“I don’t know anymore.” I say.
He sighs and says, “Cam, I was mad at what I was thinking about. Not you. Okay, so please, just come here.”
“I don’t want to anymore.”
“Remember what happened last night? How you were so cold? Do you want that to happen again?” With that I went over there and leaned next to him. He sighed again and pulls me closer and he starts to sing to me again.
“Really,” I ask, “Why have I never heard you sing before?”
“It doesn’t matter, just go to sleep,” With a some hesitation he adds, “Please.”
“Only, because you asked so nicely.” I say rolling my eyes. He started to sing “Just the way you are” by: Bruno Mars. I was asleep before the second chorus.
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I was running. I don’t know from what, but I was just running. I was in a dead sprint with sweat drenching me from the top of my head down to the bottom of my toes. I turned onto a narrow ally and didn’t stop one second when I saw that there was a 50 pound beast in my way. I used its head to push my weight up and shoot right over it.
That’s when everything started falling, including me. I heard the big rumble before I ever felt it. It was loud and after it I heard screams coming from all directions. All of them crying out in pain, waiting for someone to help them, but no one came.
That’s when I knew I was the one they were screaming for. It took all my energy to get up and limp their way. I didn’t care at first when I heard a deep laugh coming from somewhere in front of me. All I knew was that I needed to help these people. I kept searching, but no one was there. The screams were louder with every step. I knew I was getting closer and closer, warmer and warmer to them. That’s when I saw the monster in flames coming from all directions, laughing at everything it consumed, going faster than light itself.
“Impossible,” I muttered.
“Oh, but it’s not impossible Cameron. Nothing is certain, nothing is real,” the voice was deep with anger, yet laughter at the same time. That’s when I heard the last scream it came from a few blocks away. As soon as the beast heard it he ran after it yelling, “Nothing is certain!” It echoed everywhere in my mind as if that was the only thing I ever remembered from all the years of schooling.
Then the falling started again, but this time with things crumbling. Everything was shaking. The screams were still resounding. Trying to land in a mind where someone could help them and actually cared.
“I do care!” I shouted.
The only response I got was, “They’re coming! Hurry! They’re coming!”
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I woke with a shudder and I heard someone mutter some words in relief.
“Cam.” She said, “You need to get up…They’re coming. We’re here.”
“Here where?” I ask still sleepy.
“Somewhere in the very northern area of Canada,” I heard Aubrey’s thoughts and that spot just happened to be someplace called Holman, Canada. Somewhere on Victoria Island, wherever that was.
“Will you wake Asher up too?” Aubrey asked, “I’m scared he might punch me if I did.” I sort of laughed when I heard that, but when I turned to look at him, there was nothing funny about what I saw.
There he was bunched up, shaking, and a look on his face with so much determination it could kill. Now I could see why Aubrey was so scared.
I lean down and whisper, with some hesitation, in his ear hissing, “Asher! Get up! Asher!” He rolls over and opens one eye.
He gives me the most angered glare I have ever seen on his face. He says, “I. Was. Sleeping.”
“I know,” I try to say in a sweet voice, trying to hide my agitation. I had to wake up too! “That’s why I was talking to you, to wake you up.” He looks over and sees Aubrey looking down at us. He softens when he sees her face, but only a little bit. I don’t know, but I guess he felt sorry for her or something. I mean I guess when you think about it she was born into a terrorist group without any say. That would make me a little upset too if I was her.
“So what’s today’s agenda? Anymore kidnapping or are we going for a hike on the moon?” Asher asked, still mad about getting woken up.
“Aw did someone wake up on the wrong side of the trunk?” It was Griffins voice as if coming from no where. Luke came up and gave him a knuckle touch and they both burst out in laughter. I could hear both of their thoughts too. Griffin was thinking about being and quote, “Such a bad boy”, wow he’s so sure of himself. Somebody needs to rain on his parade. As for Luke well lets just say they weren’t the nicest thoughts on the block.
“Yeah, I did actually. Thanks for asking.” Griffin gets this really surprised look and then abruptly runs to the car and pulls Asher up by the shirt. Asher keeps his ground and jumps out of the trunk. He was a few inches taller than Griffin so he could glare down at him. He said, “You don’t have the upper hand anymore in this game Griffin.”
“What gives you that idea?”
“Let’s just say, I’m more informed.” Griffin just walks away like a little kid does when he’s having a tantrum. Asher turns back around and smiles at me. He was sure of himself too. What is up these all of these cocky boys that I’m stuck with?
“So what kind of place is this anyway?” I ask trying to change the subject and also I was getting curious. We were next to a building called Alden’s and Sons. The building looked like it could range from the age of 5 to 20. It had moss covering some of the windows, there were no lights on anywhere, and it was about 10 stories high.
“Oh,” said Aubrey, “this place? This place is an abandon beanbag chair factory. We renovated it.”
Then Chase called from inside the building saying, “Come on bring them in. We don’t want Cammie to die of hyperthermia before meeting someone she hasn’t seen a very long time.” Aubrey brings us to the door and stops.
She whispers to Asher and me, “Be very careful. What you are about to see can cause mental damage.” With that I give Asher an unsure glance, but he just grabs my hand and squeezes it.
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