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Chapter 6- Just a walk

"Do you want anything to eat love?" My mother called as I sat all alone in my dark room.

"No, Mum," I replied. I heard her walk back down the stairs. She had just come back to her business trip in London. She seemed to be in a great room while I was the complete opposite. Twice. Twice I had thought I could rescue Aniesha and bring her back. But no. The first time I was almost turned to ash and the second time I was close to being strangled by a decoy. I was back to square one with no leads. She could be anywhere in the world by now. She could be dead for all I know. MI9 are going to interrogate the decoy when she had recovered from the head injury Dan had given her. But I don't think she'll cooperate.

I walked lifelessly down wooden stairs and into the kitchen. My Mum was cooking. She turned round and smiled.

"Are you alright Tom?" She asked.

"Oh... um... yeah I'm perfectly fine," I lied. She folded her arms and shook her head.

"Well you don't look it. Are you ill? What's wrong love? Is it one of your friends?" Mum asked worriedly. I would have expected her to be overly worried about me.

"Mum I'm not ill. I'm just tired," I said. I wasn't lying about being ill or tired. She smiled sympathetically.

"Well why don't you go for a walk? See Dan, Keri or Aniesha. Or go to sleep?" Mum suggested. When she mentioned Aniesha, I felt a ton of confusion. Then I realised. She didn't know that Aniesha was missing. I thought about what Mum had said. So I told my Mother that I was going out for a walk. She seemed delighted. Probably because I never go on one. Maybe it would be a good time for me to be alone to my thoughts. But little did I know that this little walk would be the worse of the things that had happened over the last couple of days.

I walked out of my house, adjusting my scarf as I went down the street. I had worn it to disguise the bruising I had sustained from earlier. Plus it was pretty cold. So I set off down the street, passing a few homeless people and kids not much younger than me who had nothing better to do but to graffiti on grotty walls. I thought of telling the authorities but then my mind changed. Let them have their fun. It's not like they're making the walls any dirtier.

The sun was starting the set. A huge array of warm colours lit up the Sunday sky. I sat down on a bench and watched it set. Suddenly, I felt a feeling of utter sadness. I remembered when Aniesha, Zoe, Dan and I went to the beach. We weren't allowed to go as it was miles away but we went anyway. We were about to leave at sunset but Aniesha made us all stay to watch the sunset. The vast array of warm yellows, deep oranges and bright pinks in the sky mesmerised her. They suited her personality. Maybe that's why she loves them so much.

What was I doing here, torturing myself with the thought of Aniesha? Why wasn't I doing something? Then I remembered the past two days. The time when I bomb activated and almost disintegrated me. The time when that psychotic decoy tried to strangle me. I didn't feel like giving up even if I was close to death twice. And why? Because I think I love her. That's why. Why can't she just give me a sign? Why can't someone tell me where she is?

"Please tell me where you are, Aniesha. Give me a sign, anything. I just want to find you," I whispered to myself. I felt a warm tear fall down my cheek. Don't cry Tom. There's still a chance you can find her.

I reached into my coat pocket. There was a cold, two pound coin inside. I might as well use it. I was thirsty. So I got off the bench and walked to the nearest convenience store. Not much happened; I bought a bottle of Coke and got a quid's change. I walked out the shop, drinking the bottle of sugar. I was completely oblivious to the person walking in front of me and because of this, I bumped straight into her. The brown liquid spilled all over her green blouse.

"I am so sorry!" I cried in shock. She looked shocked as well. I took a good look at her. She looked like she was in her early fifties. She had greying hair which looked like it used to be a rich brown. She had grey eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned that I had hurt the woman in some way.

"You're the boy. You're boy that just won't give up. You want her back, don't you?" The woman said. I stepped back. Did she mean Aniesha?

"W-what are you t-talking a-about? W-who are y-you?" I stuttered in confusion and fear. How could she know about what happened?

"Boy, you'll never find her. She wants freedom but she'll never have it. She won't because you and MI9 are weak," the woman replied. Her voice had changed. It was more robotic. And her eyes were now a light blue. It was unnatural. I spun round and ran as fast as I could. Down the busy street, through the alleyways. I only stopped when I tripped up on something that looked like an empty spray-paint can. I shook my head and my eyes met the grotty wall I had passed earlier. I was shocked at what was on it. The kids had spray-painted three words on the wall. Help me! -Aniesha.

So it's gotten weirder! Has Tom had a screw taken out or is someone trying to tell him something? Please tell me what you think.

-Sami xxx