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Chapter 24: More Questions than Answers
Eric ran to go tell his uncle about the two men and Lizzy and I went back to our room. We went back to change into real clothes, Lizzy was completely freaking out and told me to chuck the necklace into the ocean. I decided to hide it underneath my shirt, so Lizzy wouldn't freak out. It was still that deep, blood red color, and seemed to have a black center. It seemed as though it was a different stone all together.
I don't know what made me hide it, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, something wasn't right. Something was off. Two creepy guys appear overnight, I sleep walk into the hallway and say something, Lizzy and Eric claim I have a dream journal even though I have never remembered a single dream I've had, this random journal is soaked in ink, there's some magical fortune cookie with like, eight fortunes, and now, those guys are coming back, this time demanding some chick named Elizabeth, this just doesn't add up.
"Are you coming to breakfast, or not? Remember, we promised to meet up with Eric there." Lizzy asked, popping her head through the doorway.
"I'll be right there." I called over my shoulder. The Impossible Choice, what is this choice? Who has to make it? Why is it impossible? What makes it impossible? There were so many questions running through my head that I couldn't even count them all. All the same, I followed Lizzy to the cafeteria.
"My uncle said that we should just sit tight and wait to see if they'll come back. Man, I hate not being able to do anything." Eric informed us as we sat down at our usual table. A cup of coffee was set in front of me from over my left shoulder. I looked back and it was that waitress. I looked around, and the room was completely empty except for us. She turned to leave, and Lizzy quickly stood up.
"And where are you going? Sit down I have some questions for you." Lizzy demanded. The waitress simply turned on her heels and pulled up a chair.
"What do you want to ask me?" She asked.
"How did you do it, but more importantly, what do the messages mean?" Lizzy asked.
"Lizzy!" I shouted.
"No. I won't shut up or tip toe around the subject. We all know that she," Lizzy replied pointing her finger at the waitress.
"Wrote the messages." Lizzy finished, pulling the fortune out from her pocket.
"So what do they mean?" Eric asked.
"Their meanings will be revealed when you need to know what it means. And from your first question, I can tell how the rest are going to go. Please understand, some of the questions you are going to ask, I can't answer." The woman replied.
"Alright. You probably can't answer this but, what is the Impossible Choice?" I asked.
"Yes, I can't answer that. But, I can tell you that it's different for every person." She replied.
"Just so you know," She continued.
"I can't tell you any more about the fortune." She finished.
"Okay then, is this Dane guy, you know, Saint Dane?" Eric asked.
"Yes, yes he is. Let me tell you this, don't let him fool you. He will promise you the whole world, no any world, but he won't tell you the price tag. He'll find your weakness, the one thing you cherish, the one thing you can't stand, anything to get under your skin." She began.
"He will use that to twist you into an impossible situation, where either way, you lose. He'll use you to get what he wants. Those that believe that they are only a pawn for a higher power, a god, to use; they are the ones that are putty in his hands. His ultimate goal is to become god. He will promise you anything and everything to get you to help him, but he won't tell you that it will cost you your soul. Keep all of this in mind, and all of you, might live." She finished.
"Who are you?" Lizzy asked, dumbfounded.
"A friend." She answered as Jerry walked in and gave her a look.
"Sorry, but that's all I can tell you." She said as she pushed her chair back. Our table was silent for the next few moments. Lizzy picked up the fortune and flipped it, reading all of the messages over again.
"Ugh. This doesn't make sense!" Eric cried as he slammed his head on the table.
"Why us?" Lizzy asked herself. I just looked down at my coffee. I hadn't touched it at all since the waitress had given it to me. There was a message written in the foam, it said," Sorry." I quickly took a sip to demolish the message. I don't know why I did that, maybe to not weigh Eric and Lizzy down with that little detail. We sat in silence, alone in our own worlds, each of us trying to figure it out. None of us said a word. The rest of the room filled up with crew and other kids, but we took no notice.
"No one says anything. I know that I don't want to end up in a mad house." Lizzy said as breakfast came to a close. I looked at my watch. It was already ten o'clock. We all followed our normal schedule; so that no one would be tipped off that something was wrong. I ran for an hour and a half straight, trying to find a way to prepare to meet this Dane guy. But, there was nothing I could do. My friends, my family, Lizzy, and Eric, what would happen to them if I resisted him, or if I didn't? I kept thinking to myself. Eric had to pull me from the treadmill to remind me to go take a shower and get dressed before, well, none of us knew what.
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