Chapter 91

91 A Sudden Search

We showed up back home after an exceptionally quiet dinner and I mean extremely quiet.

The main sound that was made were the utensils clanging on the plates and the biting of food.

It was so abnormal, I wanted to slither out of my skin.

We previously settled within the house, however I could see September, sitting on one of the kitchen counters, seeing her phone with a stressed articulation.

“Hey,” I said as I walked up to her. “Anything to worry about?”

“About what?” she hastily returned, her voice a bit too high.

“Your phone,” I said, nodding towards it. “You’ve been looking at it for the past ten minutes.” “And?” she responded, her voice still high.

I sighed, knowing that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. “Fine,” I said, walking back. “If you’re mad at me, then I shouldn’t really care.” She scoffed, and I heard her put her phone away.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said, her voice now lower. “But I’m starting to.” I stayed silent, wondering what I did to deserve this.

.....

“You’re just so,” she trailed off, and I heard her sigh. Then, at that point, Malachi strolled in, extending his back. “So what are we going to do meanwhile?” he asked, taking a gander at the two of us.

“I was just about to ask September,” I said, looking at him. He shrugged. “Maybe we can find something on TV.” Greg then, at that point, strolled into the family room with the Cybertron holding the pieces. “You know, we should use this,” Greg said. “We’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, it’s probably the best idea,” Malachi said. He took a seat on one of the chairs, and September followed suit.

“So we’re just gonna sit here and do nothing?” she asked, crossing her arms. “That’s fine by me.” But then all of a sudden, we heard a knock at the door. And what I heard stopped me cold with fear.

The knock came again, this time harder and more persistent.

“Who is it?” Malachi asked, his voice laced with fear. September was looking at the door with wide eyes, and Greg’s face had drained of all color.

“FBI!” the person shouted, and we all froze. “Hide!” Nikki commanded as we immediately rushed our separate ways. Where do I go, where do I hide?

I glanced around quickly, and tracked down the room before me. Perhaps on the off chance that I concealed under the bed, they wouldn’t track down me.

I immediately slithered under, heart beating in my chest. I could hear the entryway being busted open and weighty strides coming into the house.

“Where are they?” I heard one of the men say. “We know they’re here.”

“Separate!” another man yelled, and I heard strides hustling through the room and afterward out of it.

Please don’t let them find me, please don’t let them find me.

I heard footsteps getting increasingly close to the room I was in, and afterward they halted just beyond the entryway.

The door handle turned, and the entryway squeaked open.

“Cassandra Nelson, FBI!” she shouted, and I froze. The person Rocke warned me about. Fear roze in my heart, and I had to fight the urge to scream.

The footsteps came closer, until they stopped right next to the bed.

“I know you’re in here,” she said, her voice cold. “Come out now, or things are going to get ugly.”

I stopped, not moving, not in any event, actually thinking about relaxing my breath. Quietness kept on introducing serious areas of strength for itself, and I could hear her getting restless.

“Fine,” she said, and I heard her create some distance from the bed. “Have it your way.” Out of nowhere, she started shooting out of control, and I needed to prevent myself from shouting.

The projectiles tore through the sleeping cushion, and I felt one touch and grazed my arm. Torment and pain burned through my body, however I was unable to shout.

I couldn’t. I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come.

Please, somebody, anybody, help me.

Out of nowhere, the shooting halted, and I heard her footsteps leaving the entryway. “Actually take a look at this spot,” she said, her voice getting gentler and harder to hear. “They must be here some place.”

The footsteps got increasingly soft until I was unable to hear her any longer. Be that as it may, presently a large number of footsteps were hurrying through the room, and I could hear them looking through everything.

Please don’t find me, please don’t find me.

“I got something!” one of them yelled and I halted cold. Be that as it may, they never contacted the bed or anything, so perhaps he found something different.

“What is it?” another voice asked, and I heard footsteps drawing nearer to the bed once more.

“Nothing, perhaps I was-” then, at that point, he halted, and I heard him wheeze. “Get the others in here now!” he yelled, and more footsteps hurried into the room.

“What’s going on?” one of them asked.

“We have a dead body inside the sheets!” the man yelled, and my heart halted. No, no, no, this can’t occur. This can’t be happening. “The individual body looks dead,” the man said. Presently disarray was hustling through my psyche and through my brain since I was almost certain I wasn’t dead. Perhaps they were recently mixed up and mistaken.

“Check for a heartbeat!” another voice yelled.

Who was dead?

Who, on the off chance that not me, had they found?

I heard them mishandling around for a couple of seconds, and afterward one of them said, “The individual’s dead.” I was so confused, with no thought about what was occurring. Frankly, I was terrified. “But, how?” one of them inquired. “There’s no blood.”

“Call an emergency vehicle, an ambulance!” another voice yelled. I heard the body being lifted up from the sheets, and afterward being put on the floor.

“What the-” I heard one of them wheeze and gasp, and afterward footsteps hurried out of the room. Dread kept on speeding through my heart, and I had no clue about what was happening. Then, at that point, I heard Malachi’s voice go into the room.

“Connor, how about we move!” he yelled, and I heard footsteps running towards me.

“What’s happening?” I asked as he snatched my arm and hauled me free from the bed. Nikki, September, Tisiah and Greg all went into the room.

“We really want to get away from here now,” September said.

She opened the window, as Nikki quickly created a ladder. “Come on,” September ordered, and we all began to climb down.

When we got to the bottom, September looked at us and said, “We need to find a place to hide.” “Maybe we don’t need to hide, but perhaps just keep moving, how about that!” Malachi said, and we all began to run.

As we were running, I couldn’t help but to think about what had just happened. Who was dead? Will they trace it back to us? What would happen now?

Quickly, Nikki made a vehicle which I believe was also a Genesis. Quickly, I hopped in the back seat with Nikki and Malachi, while September took the wheel. “Go, go go!” Malachi shouted, and September hit the gas.

I had never been so thankful to be alive in my life. As we were driving, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about that. But it was probably best I didn’t, so I tried to push it out of my mind.

Even though, I still couldn’t help but wonder...

Who was dead?

Preview:

We were now on the road, with no absolute idea where we were even going. Perfect, just perfect. “I think we need to find a place to stay for the night,” Nikki said, and I nodded in agreement.

“But where?” Tisiah asked, and no one had an answer. “Well, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m pretty tired,” Greg said.

“It’s literally just 4 pm,” September said. “Why would you even be tired?”

“What do you mean, ‘why would you even be tired’, who wouldn’t?” Malachi argued, and I had to agree.

We were now on the road, with no absolute idea where we were even going. Perfect, just perfect. “I think we need to find a place to stay for the night,” Nikki said, and I nodded in agreement.

“But where?” Tisiah asked, and no one had an answer. “Well, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m pretty tired,” Greg said.

“It’s literally just 4 pm,” September said. “Why would you even be tired?”

“What do you mean, ‘why would you even be tired’, who wouldn’t?” Malachi argued, and I had to agree.

“Well, I’m not really tired,” Nikki said. “I don’t think any of us are, but we are stressed. We need to start leaving this place.” We all nodded, and September began to drive again.

After a few minutes, Nikki said, “I think we should go to Canada.”

“Canada?” she asked.

“We can escape from the FBI there, although the TSA would still be following us. We can go to Russia from there without any disturbance hopefully,” Nikki said, and we all agreed.

So, that’s where we’re headed now.

To Canada.

***

We drove for an hour, which I’m quite positive we got nowhere, but it was still good to be on the road. We were making surprisingly good time, but our luck couldn’t last forever. “Hey, we need somewhere to stay for a bit,” Malachi said, “I’m getting a bit tired.”

“The last time we did that, the FBI busted into our room,” September said, “I think it’s better if we just keep driving.”

But immediately when she said that, a flashing light shone behind me. I quickly turned around to see multiple headlights, that was following us. I couldn’t see the body of the car and I wasn’t sure how many there were, but it was enough to make my stomach drop.

“Uh, anyone sees this?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah,” September said, her voice shaking, “What do we do?”