Chapter 22
*white hell*
We were back in the real world.Finally.
"Wow, it didn't change that much!"Lana said.
"A large group like us...that's not normal."Lupe whispered.
"I know this place!"Olivier said"That's near my home."
"Where are we?"we all said.
"We're in Marseille, France."Olivier said."Practice your french, here we go."
We arrived at the Mitchellson's house. It was huge.
"You didn't told us you were 10 children."Alexander grumbled
"Not ten. Twelve. Excluding me."Olivier laughed.
"You're not serious?"Crabmon said.
"Yes, we'll have place for everyone."
We entered the house, who was made of red and brown bricks. The doors were are made of oak wood.
"Maman!I'm here!"our host said.
A small yet fat woman popped out from nowhere.
"Where were you, *mon ange*? Your dad and I were worried about you."
"I'm not a kid, mom."Olivier said.
"You're only nineteen, *mon chaton*.Those are...friends of yours?"
"Yes. Where's Marcel?"the priest added
"Your dad is watching the news."
Olivier went in the living room. Three "Sacrebleu" and two "Putain de merde" later, he came back.
"What's happening?"he asked
"That's why I was worried. Young kids all around the world are getting kidnapped by an underground cell called...I forgot...MARCEL! La cellule qui kidnappe les gosses, elle s'appelle comment?"
"*White Hell*,Lili."Olivier's dad croaked.
"Oh, putain. Excuse me, mom, but we have to go."Olivier finished.
"You're not staying for dinner. I made you a cassoulet."Lili finished.
"Later."
Marseille is a big town compared to my hometown.
Plus, there are frenchmen running around all the time. But, none of them had a bread under his arm.
We saw some cloaked men running. Three or four of them, holding a bag.
"The kidnappers! They're here"Christopher shouted.
He ran towards them. Jazz grabbed him by the neck
"Not so fast. Follow me and listen to me like I was a god"she said.
"You're not a god, only an angel."Christopher snickered.
We entered a small street and, we saw the eerie blue glow again.
"Another gate."Olivier said.
"Let's go! We might find this kid!"I shouted
"There are risks to do this."Olivier replied.
"Quiet, I'm losing my *Mister Smartarse* title now"Alexander whispered.
Suddently, we heard an innocent whistle. Everyone hid but me.
I was face to face with a White Hell member.
"What are you doig here?"he said(Because he was a male.)
"I'm a tourist and I got lost."I replied.
"This is not the place to hang out, lass."he hissed.
"I just told you I got lost. You're not listening to me, aren't you, dork?"
"Hush...wait a minut...what's that?"the cell member asked.
He was looking at my Zods.
"It's a stone...a gift from my grandma."I said.
"I know what that is...I need it."he replied.
"Come on and catch me."I shouted.
I jumped in the gate.
I was back to good old Digital World, alone.
Without Artemon.
Without anyone.
I heard his steps behind me.
And, I kept on running.
Running, running...until I couldn't take it anymore.
Last thing I saw was me falling in a swamp.
Last thing I've felt was the mud on my forehead.
I fell unconcious.
I woke up later, in another cell.
Tied up.
Not able of breathing.
And three pairs of eyes looking at you.
I'm suffocating...help.
*white hell*
We were back in the real world.Finally.
"Wow, it didn't change that much!"Lana said.
"A large group like us...that's not normal."Lupe whispered.
"I know this place!"Olivier said"That's near my home."
"Where are we?"we all said.
"We're in Marseille, France."Olivier said."Practice your french, here we go."
We arrived at the Mitchellson's house. It was huge.
"You didn't told us you were 10 children."Alexander grumbled
"Not ten. Twelve. Excluding me."Olivier laughed.
"You're not serious?"Crabmon said.
"Yes, we'll have place for everyone."
We entered the house, who was made of red and brown bricks. The doors were are made of oak wood.
"Maman!I'm here!"our host said.
A small yet fat woman popped out from nowhere.
"Where were you, *mon ange*? Your dad and I were worried about you."
"I'm not a kid, mom."Olivier said.
"You're only nineteen, *mon chaton*.Those are...friends of yours?"
"Yes. Where's Marcel?"the priest added
"Your dad is watching the news."
Olivier went in the living room. Three "Sacrebleu" and two "Putain de merde" later, he came back.
"What's happening?"he asked
"That's why I was worried. Young kids all around the world are getting kidnapped by an underground cell called...I forgot...MARCEL! La cellule qui kidnappe les gosses, elle s'appelle comment?"
"*White Hell*,Lili."Olivier's dad croaked.
"Oh, putain. Excuse me, mom, but we have to go."Olivier finished.
"You're not staying for dinner. I made you a cassoulet."Lili finished.
"Later."
Marseille is a big town compared to my hometown.
Plus, there are frenchmen running around all the time. But, none of them had a bread under his arm.
We saw some cloaked men running. Three or four of them, holding a bag.
"The kidnappers! They're here"Christopher shouted.
He ran towards them. Jazz grabbed him by the neck
"Not so fast. Follow me and listen to me like I was a god"she said.
"You're not a god, only an angel."Christopher snickered.
We entered a small street and, we saw the eerie blue glow again.
"Another gate."Olivier said.
"Let's go! We might find this kid!"I shouted
"There are risks to do this."Olivier replied.
"Quiet, I'm losing my *Mister Smartarse* title now"Alexander whispered.
Suddently, we heard an innocent whistle. Everyone hid but me.
I was face to face with a White Hell member.
"What are you doig here?"he said(Because he was a male.)
"I'm a tourist and I got lost."I replied.
"This is not the place to hang out, lass."he hissed.
"I just told you I got lost. You're not listening to me, aren't you, dork?"
"Hush...wait a minut...what's that?"the cell member asked.
He was looking at my Zods.
"It's a stone...a gift from my grandma."I said.
"I know what that is...I need it."he replied.
"Come on and catch me."I shouted.
I jumped in the gate.
I was back to good old Digital World, alone.
Without Artemon.
Without anyone.
I heard his steps behind me.
And, I kept on running.
Running, running...until I couldn't take it anymore.
Last thing I saw was me falling in a swamp.
Last thing I've felt was the mud on my forehead.
I fell unconcious.
I woke up later, in another cell.
Tied up.
Not able of breathing.
And three pairs of eyes looking at you.
I'm suffocating...help.