Fiction C PART 4
A/N Come one people, review. I don't normally demand reviews but I would like a few. It helps me write faster. So, thanks for reading.
Disclaimence- I decided to get rid of the ownership of MBS, I didn't really need it anymore.
July 26th
Kate woke up with a start. She looked around the room she was in. The room was a hotel room with two queen beds. Constance slept with her on one, and the boys were on the other. Kate stood up and began to get dressed. Today was going to be a very busy day. Just like the night before had been. It was still vividly in her head. And it was terrible. She shuddered remembering what they had done.
July 25th
They had rushed through the city to the nearest ATM. Sticky luckily had read every book on computers the summer before so could easily trick thee device into thinking he was his parents. Even luckier was the fact that they missed the five o'clock mark, which is when the ATM would close. They then decided that their next move would be to leave the city. SO they headed to the bus stop.
"Well need new identities," Kate said walking down the road.
"Right," Reynie said leading them to the bus stop. "Sticky can you get those for us?"
Sticky was about to respond when Constance cut him off. "You don't need to."
The three looked at Constance in surprise, "Why not?" Kate asked, pulling Constance on to the bus.
"Because," Constance said, before Reynie shoved his hand over her mouth. "Not here," he hissed.
Constance growled and the group made their way to the back of the bus. Sitting in the back four seats the group continued their discussion. "Continue, and be quiet!" Reynie whispered, with as much forcefulness as he could manage (which wasn't much).
"What I mean is," Constance explained, "Mr. Benedict made us all new identities that could be used when we needed to do something like this."
"That won't work," Sticky said.
"Oh now Georgie way to ruin it, like you always do," Constance said humphing as she mocked him.
"Now hold on Sticky," Kate said, "Why wouldn't it work? I'm willing to try anything that will lead me to my parents."
"Because Mr. Benedict will be trying to find us."
"And why aren't we letting him help us?" Constance asked..
The group looked at Kate who was finding her feet interesting at the moment. "Kate, there's something you're hiding from us," Reynie said putting his hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
She jerked away suddenly. "Because the note said I couldn't tell him, or he'd kill them both."
"Oh," Sticky said.
"It's ok Kate," Reynie said, "We'll stand by you through this."
"Thank you."
They rode for the next ten minutes in silence. "So where does this bus let off?" Reynie asked.
"I paid to go to Samsnanan avenue."
"That's the next stop," Sticky said.
"From there we'll take a cab to Bridge Town," Reynie said. "That's the closest place we'll get to Atlanta tonight."
"Atlanta?" Constance exclaimed, "Why on earth are we going to Atlanta?"
"Because that's only international airport that goes to England," Sticky said. "It's a good thing I manage to read up on the London Underground three months ago."
Kate sighed. Curtain was hurting her, and her family. Thinking about this made her tear up, and however much she wanted to she would not cry.
Seeing her distress Reynie said, "We'll need to get a hotel once we reach Bridge Town," So that we're well rested to find out how to get new identities. I know this day has been hard for you, but… it will get better."
Kate continue,d looking at her feet. At that moment the driver announced that they had reached Samsanan Avenue. The society got off the bus. Then they caught a taxi (with an extremely annoyingly suspicious driver [to whom they all gave fake names]) to Bridge Town, where they convinced the receptionist that their parents were arriving the next day. Upon deciding to rise early they set the alarm and went to sleep.
July 26th
The morning sun rose like a signal for Kate. A signal that she did not have much time to get to London. Especially if fake identities were to be created. The others rose soon and they decided to go downstairs to get the breakfast. "I hope they have candy," Constance said.
"Constance have you actually ever stayed in a hotel before?" Sticky asked.
"No, I have a poem about infested hotels though. Want to hear it?" Constance asked slyly.
Trying to throw her of Sticky said that he would love to. "I can read minds you know!" Constance said and began to sing about hotels with roaches in the sheets, and flies in the waffle batter.
Everyone groaned. They sat down. Constance and Kate went to get their food first. Then Reynie and Sticky went to get their food. As Constance was shoving bits of waffle down her throat a conversation of what to do next began. "So how are we going to get those identities?" Reynie asked.
"It's going to be hard, very hard," Sticky told them.
"I'll do whatever it takes," Kate said. Little did any of them realize how true that statement was.
"And we also have to get more than birth certificates. We have to get passports and parent's allowance on departure to another country."
"Great…" said Constance drawing out the a sound.
"Constance can you please try to be positive?" Reynie asked. "For Kate?"
Constance thought about it, "Nah."
They continued to eat in silence. Just as they were finishing a hotel employee came up to them. "Umm, is one you Kate Wetherall?"
"That would be me," Kate said.
"Then this is for you," The employee said handing her a white envelope. She opened the envelope cautiously. Inside was a letter. (Wow, a letter in an envelope, no way!) Kate looked at it and her face fell. "Oh dear," She exclaimed as her face turned to rage.
"They want us to meet them in a warehouse; they've given directions from the hotel. This is bad! Oh I'm going to murder Curtain!" Kate screamed.
They took a moment for this to let in. "We can't," Reynie said.
"We have to or they'll kill my parents. Don't you see, he has control like he always wanted," Kate said, her face going blank and expressionless once more.
"We'll have to be careful," Sticky said.
"We'll probably all die," Constance said.
"Constance! This is serious," Reynie said.
So they left the hotel. Taking a cab down to the warehouse they spent the last piece of their money. The warehouse was a grim place. Even at 10oclock in the morning the place looked like a dark omen. "Should we knock?" Sticky asked.
"Knock?" Constance mimicked, "It's a warehouse for Pete's sake!"
"I don't think we need to," Reynie said, walking up and opening the warehouses doors. The doors flew open revealing an empty warehouse except for a man holding several folders surrounded by four suitcases.
Kate led them to the man, carefully grasping her bucket. "What do you want?" She asked rudely.
The man chuckled slightly. "It's not what I want, it's what Curtain wants."
"Tell Curtain to kiss his own butt!"
"Kate!" Reynie exclaimed.
"I'll make sure to pass on the message," the man said.
"Now what does Curtain want?"
"Just to give you more instructions, you're going to Calafornia."
"What, I thought we were going to London."
"Oh, you are. But you're still going to California. To pick up something to aid you while you're in England."
"Does Curtain think my mother's life is a game?"
"Of course he does. He's into games now. You're playing a game," The man laughed. "Prepare for the twists of the games."
Kate growled. "Rather feisty aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am."
The man showed them the suitcases. "They're packed with your essentials. He handed them each a folder. These are your new identities, which will aid you. There're birth certificates, passports, parental consents, air plain tickets, money, and pretty much everything you need document wise."
They took the folders giving him looks which betrayed their hatred.
"I'll be seeing you soon," he said and walked out the back door of the warehouse.
Kate sighed. She was part of a game. And even though she was one step closer to finding her parents, the stakes were so much higher.
A/N Well that's the chapter. Come on now I want a review to post the next chapter. At least show me that someone is reading this!