I Love You, You Love Me Not
Book 1: The Blue Jays
Chapter 10: His Words in My Blood
"Are we seriously buying walky-talkies?" I moaned.
"No, we're buying top secret communication devices," Iggy answered, scrolling down a list of walky-talkies on his phone.
"What's the point though? Won't they just take it away?" I mentioned. Iggy's face dropped, a fake sad look casting over his face.
"Oops," he grinned at me. He stood up, walking over to a cupboard in the kitchen, pulling out a map of the neighbourhood from it. He came back over to where we were sitting, placing it down on the table, spreading it out.
"Okay so there are two boat warehouses next to the pier, I'm presuming that Jackson and his gang will be in the one farthest to the right. I'll be sneaking inside the one of the left," he pointed to two block shaped warehouses on the map. "Once I'm in I'll make my way to the roof and jump onto the other one," he slid his finger across the map to the other warehouse. "When you arrive there, I want you to stand in the middle pier, so I have a clear view of you. They will probably take you back to the warehouse," He pointed to the centre pier.
"So, once I'm in what do I do?" I asked him.
"You have to buy time. I'm going to find Gazzy tomorrow and we're going to make some bombs," I looked at him in disproval, "Hey! They're going to save your arse." I sighed in defeat.
"So buying time? Jackson and I do have a bit to talk about," I pondered, "Should be easy enough."
"Good, when I find Gazzy were going to grab some bits and pieces and come back here, we'll need your help with this," Iggy said.
"Why do you need my help?" I exclaimed. Iggy grinned evilly.
"Because you're going to be having a bomb for yourself, and you need to know how it works."
"What kind of bomb?" I asked curiously.
"It's just a prototype, I'm not sure if it will actually work, it's more of a communication device anyway." Iggy drawled on.
"That's more like it, a bomb used for communication, perfect!" I dropped my head in my hands and groaned. It was Sunday today and Thursday wasn't that far away, so we had a bit of time to figure everything out.
"Anyway I'm going to have a shower, Max. Be out in a bit." Iggy said as he stood up.
I made my way towards the bedroom, plopping down on the comfy cream sheets. It'd truly be wonderful to live in a place this nice. There was a knock on the door. I slowly got up, cautiously walking out of the room before sneaking towards the penthouse door. I took a look through the peephole, relaxing once I saw the old lady. I unlatched the lock, opening the door.
"I'm sorry to bother you dear, but some man came to the door looking for a Max and said if she were here that I should give her this. He had a whole bunch of these so he must have been handing them out everywhere," she said.
She handed me a crisp, white envelope before giving me a smile and walking away. I stood dumbfounded at the door for a few moments until my senses came back. I retreated into the penthouse, locking the door and sitting back down on the bed. I stared at the envelope for a few moments, noticing that my name was written in front of it by a red pen. I opened it carefully; afraid of what could be inside.
Maxie, What a shame that his blood was wasted writing your name. I'm looking forward to our little gathering. Archie has been missing you actually, bloody thing wouldn't stop whimpering when I came back, and lucky I haven't killed the mutt yet. Oh, speaking of your own mutt, he's fine, just a little torn up; he puts up a fair fight. We'll be waiting Maxie. Jacko
My lungs constricted, leaving me heaving as a few tears rushed down my face. I lay against my pillow, muffling my cries. The thrumming of the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened. Iggy stepping around the corner into the room, taking one look at my face before rushing over. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower.
"Max, what's wrong?" He asked soothingly, gathering me into his arms.
"Jackson sent another note, but he doesn't know where I am so he was sending them out all over the place. My name is written in blood, Fang's blood," I looked up at him. He lifted his bare arm, delicately taking the note from my shaking fingers. His eyes scanned over it, an eyebrow lifting as he read about Archie. Archie was a sweet golden retriever that had made my days happier during the time when Jackson held me captive.
"Jackson hated that dog, honestly." I whispered, "But he kept her alive for me." Iggy's arms tightened around me.
"Max, go take a shower and we'll head off to bed, there's another room down the hall so I'll be sleeping there."
I nodded before standing up and heading towards the bathroom. I scrubbed everywhere, washing the few days of horror from my skin. I savoured the warmth of the water, happy that it could be so hot. After deciding not the raise the old woman's hot water bill, I stepped out and changed. Walking past the kitchen area I turned off the main light. Iggy's bedroom door was closed so I continued walking back to mine. I lay under the sheets, staring up into the darkness of the ceiling. I shifted around, trying to get comfortable. Sleep wouldn't come.
I stepped out of bed, sighing as I made my way towards Iggy's room. I knocked on his door, opening it after a few seconds.
"Can't sleep either?" he asked through the darkness.
"Yeah," I replied quietly. I heard him shift in the sheets so I closed the door behind me and blindly made my way to his bed. I slipped in, feeling Iggy's body heat travelling over to mine.
"This will all work out, Max," he told me. He inched closer to me, placing a light kiss on my forehead.
"I promise"I can't stand all the fluffiness between Max and Iggy! When will they ever get together! Don't forget to share this story to your friends so it grows and grows. Send me a PM if you want to talk more in-depth about it or on a completely different topic. Thanks guys.