Chapter 10
"Hey. Name's Jack Phillips, and I heard that you rent out rooms?" Jack stood there with his hand out and his suitcase by his feet at the door of a large house, about a mile from the busy roads of Sydney. Trevor looked Jack up and down.
"Come in." He said, walking back into the house, leaving Jack's hand in mid-air. Jack sighed. 'Look's like this is going to be a bit harder than the first then' he thought as he picked his suitcase up and went in, shutting the door behind him.
"Wow!" Jack exclaimed. "Nice house." His voice echoed around the massive entrance, up the two wooden staircases that lead to the equally grand landing. He walked around in amazement as he took in the beautiful décor. It was all very traditional, the oak floor, cabinets, stairs, doors there was definitely a theme going on there.
"So, I'll show you to your room them." Trevor said, walking Jack up the stairs and down one of the many corridors. Jack tried to take note of how many doors his was passing. '4 maybe 5?' he thought. Trevor unlocked the door at the end, Jack's new room. It was huge! There was everything you could imagine that would be in a bedroom, and more! But the main thing that Jack was focussing on right now, was his bed. The king-size bed, fully equipped with 4 fluffy, feather pillows that was just dying to be jumped on, or so Jack thought.
"Well, the room will cost you $200 a week." Jack's jaw dropped. "But, this price can be lowered to.. $100, if you help me out that is." Trevor grinned at his irresistible offer. 'Ahh, so that's how he gets people to work for him.' Jack thought. 'No one can possibly afford to pay $200 a week if they don't have enough to buy their own home'
"What do you want helping with?" Jack asked. Trevor smiled at this question.
"Walk this way." Trevor started to walk back down the corridor. Jack turned around to look at the luxurious bed once more, and moaned as he was forced to walk away from it.
On the way, Jack made small talk, searching for something that he could use to bond with Trevor, but with no luck. Trevor wasn't the friendliest of guys, and certainly didn't appreciate Jack's attempt to form a friendship. Trevor liked silence, good, pure silence, and didn't want that to be interrupted unless it was completely necessary. They eventually got to the metal door, which Trevor slowly unlocked. Jack looked around. This was the first metal door he'd seen in the house, it broke the pattern of oak doors that were on all surrounding walls. 'This room must be pretty special.' Jack thought, as he anxiously waited to see what was inside. Trevor opened the door wide, to reveal a shockingly white room. Jack walked in. He hadn't been here before, he knew that, but it did seem very familiar. There was a grey sofa that faced a large, rectangular window on the opposite side. Jack looked closely through the window. It wasn't like normal windows, there were no picturesque scenery on the other side, as he'd expected too see as he remembered the lovely land that the house was situated in. There was just another room, an empty, white room. Jack looked bemused. 'What is it?' He thought. Trevor walked over to a metal plaque, mounted on the wall beside the large window. He flicked a switch, which started a large mechanical noise to purr over Jack's head. He moved from his spot, just dodging a large, flat screen television that was now hanging from the ceiling. Trevor picked up a remote from beside the sofa and started to flick through the channels. There weren't any of his usual programmes on though, just images of empty rooms, that was until he'd flicked stations about 5 times, when he got to a room with many beds, and four people inside, talking to one another. Jack stood in amazement. 'That's them' he thought, but he was distracted when Trevor started to talk to them.
"As you may have guessed, they aren't aware that we're watching, and they haven't really asked to be guests here. I'm not out to hurt them, well most of them. That's why I need your help." He explained.
"What do you want me to do?" Jack asked.
"Well, I need you to monitor this room, ensure that nothing sneaky is going on, especially with the pretty woman with dark hair, she's a trouble causer, the newest angel." Jack nodded, trying to take this all in and make sense of it. If she was the newest, then that must mean that she's the one that Trevor is contemplating taking physical action against, perhaps because she's a trouble causer. Jack's thoughts were interrupted.
"This is also why I want you to slip in to their room, at night, and inject her with a drug, it will calm her down. If this doesn't work then my only other option is.." Trevor stopped talking. "Well, let's just see if this works." He said, starting to leave the room. "They will be in next doors room very shortly, if you have any problems or see anything suspicious, let me know." He said, pointing to the phone. Jack nodded as Trevor shut the door. He thought back in his head what he had been told. "So Trevor wanted someone to keep an eye on them, especially the last angel-" Jack paused. "Angel? Maybe it's just a pet name." He mumbled to himself. "After all, he is pretty damn crazy.." He watched as the door slowly opened, and the four prisoners walked in and sat down on the beanbags.
