Yippee…I wrote another chappy FUN FUN, and I don't notice (in the story), but the weird hotel thing I end up was actually a back door. It was one of Jalax's little fun places, but he gave it to us along with the key, so anyways it's the Boston headquarters. (p.s. sorry if the subway info is wrong I haven't gone to Quincy Market in a while and I'm not sure which line from the green you use (if any) not that it matters lol)
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The train slowly stopped as I gave one last glance to Rachel running across the parking lot, I looked at my house one last time heaved a sigh and turned. The train doors opened and I dragged myself up the stairs, I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going or who I was going to meet. That is if I wasn't killed before I got there.
"Where are you going?" asked the conductor taking out a pink ticket.
"Boston, one way," I replied. He quickly punched out to holes, the date, place and amount of money.
"Seven dollars please," I gave him the ten; he whipped out the wad of cash and took out three ones. "Thank you," he said handing them to me. I nodded as he placed the slip of paper on the handle in the seat in front of me and moved on to the next passenger.
By now we were going full speed, the trees rushing by as a blur. The horse farm was almost gone, the trees whizzed by, North Beverly, Beverly, Salem, each rushing by, slowly getting more suburban. Not it wasn't trees whizzing by now but brick buildings, the platforms now squished between buildings, Chelsea, and then North Station.
This is the last stop, all trains from the north lines stop here. The train stopped, I got up, got out and was on a platform with dozens of people going on and off. Finally I get through the glass doors into the lobby. It's a long hallway basically, white tiles and signs above your head with things like, 'track 5, on time' and 'track 2, late'. You take a right to end up at the fleet center. From there you cross the street. I walked as fast I could away from the train station. Past my dad bike he uses for work, trying to forget.
The green line was just across the street. The stairs going up, the crossing the street through a plexy glass tube; from there you go down the concrete stairs. I paid for my token and passed through the metal bar.
'Never take the orange line,' my dad had told me, 'people get shot there all the time, avoid it no matter what.' 'Okay,' I had said back, the orange line went through the ghetto, but I was taking the green.
The tunnel down was a mosaic or green tiles, like it wasn't obvious enough that you were on THE GREEN LINE. The subway train came within five minutes. I took it five stops, and then took the long tunnel back to the ground above. The walk was a little far to get to Quincy market, the breeze was a bit cold and I shrugged off the cold as I ran across the street.
Never expect ANYONE to stop for you in Boston, there's a joke around here, 'in Boston green means go, red means stop and yellow means go faster.' It was too true; people around here are almost as crazy as the weather. The sidewalk was wide, and the shops florescent lights glared.
Then I realized, where in Quincy market? That was quite a big place to meet someone. I remember going there when I was little, we didn't shop but we went into the market. The market is almost a huge stone hall. It's one HUGE buffet line, anything you could pretty much want. Stores were all around it, restaurants built off of it.
Then, almost like in answer of my call, the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said as I came to another street, and ran across it like a chicken with its head cut off.
"You almost there?" said a voice I hadn't heard before.
"Yeah, one more block."
"Okay once you get there take a left at the market. It's the black Mercedes." I looked ahead, there was the huge granite market, "Quincy Market" it said in huge curvy letters.
"Got it," I said and they hung up. They don't seem to like saying 'bye', I thought. I took the left, watching the hundred of people milling around the front of the market and the streets on either side. A group of people were collecting money for AIDS, I shrugged took out my last two bucks and tossed it into the can.
The uneven cobblestone was a nice break from the concrete, and there was the street, and there was the car. I walked to it, the door opened and I slipped in.
I was greeted with a gun between the eyes.
"Is this how you treat people when you first meet them?" I said sarcastically as I shut the door. The woman who had the gun to my head was in the front seat. Her hair was bleach blonde and short; it was pulled back in little spikes. Her crystal blue eyes were harsh, and her white coat had a silver sheen to it.
"It's just for our protection, keep your eyes open, Flame check em," she said looking to the seat beside me. I looked to my left. So, this was Flame. She had black hair, and dark eyes. She one the other hand, was wearing black, shiny vinyl. She looked closely at my eyes as I tried not to blink.
"No Jade, she's fine, they did a good job of keeping her out of harms way." She said glancing back at the girl in white, Jade, who lowered the gun.
"Hit it Edrahil," she said turning back forwards. Edrahil was the driver, and I assume the one who talked to me on the phone. He had long brown hair, it was pulled back. His eye were hidden by sunglasses but he looked as tough as steel.
"Who's they?" I asked quietly as Edrahil seemed to be impossibly smooth with the car. How he can keep his head with Bostonian drivers I don't know.
"Well you would know them as Mr. Shailer and Rachel," said Flame.
"Mr. Shailer?" I said in surprise.
"Yeah, great guy…" said Flame staring out the window.
"Can you guys um…explain anything to me?" I said hoping for a simple answer for once.
"All your questions will be answered in due time," said Jade. I felt it WAS due time, but also she had a gun and felt she knew how to use it. I got the feeling Edrahil didn't talk much, he just kept his eyes on the road, doing impossible feats with the car.
We ended up on Lansdowne Street, Fenway on one side, clubs and bars on the other. Edrahil took a right on a side alley. He stopped the car, Jade got out first. She looked around, "clear," she said. Edrahil got out, Flame opened the door and I followed suite. They lead me to a side door to an abandoned building.
The door opened and I walked in first. The first thing I saw was a very majestic gothic staircase. On either side were huge statues of gargoyles. Flame followed after me, Jade after her.
"Edrahil has gone to hide the car," said Jade softly. Flame nodded and began to climb the stairs. I followed, it led to a balcony, and huge mahogany doors were on either side. More gargoyle statues were up here. I looked in wonder, Flame took a left. Jade stayed at the staircase.
I followed Flame, she flew open the doors with such ease, she must be immensely strong, I thought. There was a room, sort of like a parlor. There stood a man; he was quite tall with short black hair, and brown eyes. He looked at Flame and smiled. Flame turned.
"You go through that door," she said pointing to a door on the far side of the room, "he's waiting there."
"Who?" I asked.
"Apollos," said Flame quietly, "that's were your answers lay." I took a deep breath, "I can't go with you," said Flame simply.
I walked to the door, gave one glance back to see the man go up to Flame, she nodded and I opened the door.