Here's chapter 4. Hope you enjoy!
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"How long have we been running?" Evan asked, his chest feeling tight from all the sprinting they'd been doing for what felt like hours.
"It couldn't have been that long," Jessica managed as she tried to control her gasps and increase her speed. "After all, the tower isn't that big!"
"Jessica, look, I see an exit!" Evan cheered upon seeing a small steel circle above their heads. On the edges of the circle, very narrow slivers of light crept into the dark tunnels, and Evan knew that that was their way out.
Evan stopped directly under their exit and gestured for Jessica to come closer.
"Give me a boost," he told her, and she locked her hands, grunting as her brother stepped on the makeshift step and placed all of his weight on her hands. He used his fingertips to push the circle upward until he could see through the small space he'd created between the ground and the circular object.
Evan barely had time to see the ginormous truck barreling towards him before he dropped the circular object and ducked. He flinched at the loud rattling sound the metal made as the truck drove over it.
Peeking out (more carefully this time), Evan deemed it safe and heaved himself out of the hole and onto the currently empty street directly outside of the tower. He lowered a hand into the man hole and struggled to pull his sister onto higher ground. When he finally succeeded, the siblings ran to the side of the road (the opposite side of the road from Terror Tower) and stood side by side, watching cars rush by them and searching for the strange, dangerous man that had been chasing them.
"What on earth just happened?" Evan asked, which pretty much summed it up.
"I have no idea, but I have a feeling that we don't want to know," Jessica told her brother, "and that we should probably get away from that tower as fast as humanly possible. Let's go get a cab."
The brother and sister raced over to the nearest cab, and they slid into the back seat.
"Where to?" the driver (a man in his late forties with a big, flat nose and bushy eyebrows) asked, not sounding very interested.
"Um, Hotel Hudson von Licht," Jessica told him (totally made up hotel by the way. It's Hotel Hudson of Light… I basically just put the first three words that came to my mind together, so…).
The man nodded and started driving. For several moments, the children sat there, stunned by that day's events, and listening to the rumble of the engine and the fast beating of their hearts.
"What do we do?" Evan asked, quietly. "There's a crazy man that wants to kill us, and I don't think he'll give up just because we left the Tower!"
"We'll find Mom and Dad," Jessica responded. "We'll tell them what happened, and they'll definitely take us home, family reunion or not."
"What if they don't believe us?" Evan asked. "Heck, I wouldn't believe us."
"Mom and Dad will believe us. They always know when we're lying and when we're not. It's just a parent thing," Jessica pointed out. "They will believe us. They have to, and even if they don't, we leave Germany in three days. If we stay away from the tower and keep our eyes wide open, we can avoid the creepy man until we go home. After all, he doesn't know what hotel we're staying in, does he?"
Evan nodded. "You're right. Yeah… you're totally right."
Silence reigned for several minutes, and finally, the taxi driver pulled up in front of the hotel. Jessica and Evan breathed a heavy sigh of upmost relief at being so close to their parents, who always made them feel safe just by being in the same room as the two children.
"That'll be twenty-five euros," the man said (I have no idea how German money works, so I apologize if this is an unrealistic amount).
"Euros? German money? Do you take American money? I'm sure you can get it exchanged," Jessica said, reaching into her pocket for her wallet.
The man snorted. "American money? No. Only German money."
"But I don't think our parents gave us… what the…" Jessica muttered as she pulled some money out of her pocket.
She exchanged a glance with her brother. She was positive her parents hadn't given her any German money, only American. Most places in this city accepted American money, after all, so there wasn't any need to get dollars exchanged for euros. She'd left the house that morning with a hundred dollars… American dollars… No other kind of money.
So how did she have euros in her pocket?
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