| We heard the car start, then he was gone. "I hope no one follows him," Amy said. "It's a risk he seems willing to take," Zac replied. Then we just had to wait. Around half an hour later, the phone rang. Zac answered. "Hello?" His eyes immediately widened, and he quickly put the phone on speaker. "...Our posession," a voice ended. We could hear yelling in the background, and realised the voice belonged to Ike. Taylor's hand shot to his mouth. "What do you want?" Zac demanded. The man was laughing. "Judging by Taylor's reaction, you have me on speaker," he said. We each began looking around the room and windows. "Don't look so surprised, I mentioned we'd have 24 hour surveillance on you," the man laughed again, "in response to your question? The answer is obvious. We want you." The four of us now standing in the room, we began to look more carefully for some sort of camera - keeping in mind the birds-eye view we saw earlier. "Then why don't you come and get us?" Zac almost growled. "Now where's the fun in that? Oh and by the way, don't bother reporting this incident to the police, you know what we can do," the line went dead. We looked at each other. "The camera is in the light, but don't look," Amy said, "or they'll know we know." Zac turned the phone off. "He was chosen at random," I suddenly said. "Who?" Zac asked. "Isaac. How did they know he'd be the one to answer Angie's call?" I replied. "Random, and yet we thought he would be next," Taylor voiced his thoughts. "Must have been a lucky guess on their behalf," Zac shrugged. "Unless they don't care and just take anyone they can get," I looked at him. "Who knows?" he threw his hands in the air. "Watch yourself Amy," Taylor warned. "Why?" she turned to him. "Because if they are going by order, you're next for sure," he shrugged. She nodded in agreement. "I should probably go home then... I, I'll feel safer there," she said quietly. "I don't blame you," Zac raised his eyebrows. "Want to call your mum?" I offered my phone. "Yeah," she replied, taking it. Ten minutes later, her mum arrived, and she was on her way home. Our remaining three went to sit in the livingroom. "So what's going to happen?" Taylor asked, "we can't carry knives with us everywhere 24/7, and we're not always going to be prepared." Zac and I were silent. "How soon do you think they want us?" Zac asked suddenly. "If they already have Ike, I'll bet it won't be long," I replied. "If only we had the police on our side again," Taylor rubbed his face. We knew he'd had next to no sleep since we first saw Nathan. "We could try FBI again, they helped the second time," Zac suggested. "No, no... if they can manipulate the entire police force, they can get the FBI as well," Taylor pointed out. "We're on our own again," I stated the obvious. Sometime near midnight, I heard my mobile phone ringing. Groggily, I answered it. "Yeah?" I yawned. "Hello, how are you?" came a male voice. "Tired. Who are you?" I asked. "Oh sorry, we haven't been introduced yet. My name is Troy... I believe you know someone who knows me?" I yawned again. "Troy who?" Then it clicked. "How the hell did you get this number?!" I exclaimed sitting up, waking Zac near me. "We have our ways," I could sense a grin on his face. "Who is it?" Zac yawned, not yet awake. "Why me? Why did you ring me?" I demanded, pinching Zac to get him awake. I might need him. "Ow!" he complained. "We have a friend of yours I thought you might like to hear from," Troy replied. "Ike?" I questioned, listening tentatively now. Zac had now awoken, and was trying to listen in. There was a muffle on the line. "Hello?" came a voice. That wasn't Ike. "Amy?! Oh my God..." I clutched the phone. "I'm ok! Listen, they're going after Brad, they're gonna kill him!" But then we heard her cry out, as Troy again took the phone. "Don't listen to her, he's none of your concern, he's ours," he demanded. "Don't touch him, he has nothing to do with this," I said. "He has as much to do with this as you do, if not more. Need I remind you that he is also responsible for two deaths which could have been avoided?" Zac was now bombarding me with questions, almost waking Taylor. "That was not his fault. He was defending us, he was put in that position!" I retaliated. "He had a loyalty to his father which he broke," Troy argued. "He also had a loyalty to his mother, and mroe others than you could imagine," I replied. "He is a murderer," he said. "Nowhere near as bad as his father, or you. And it wasn't murder, it was manslaughter, get your facts right." I hung up. Zac stared at me. "Troy," I confirmed, "they've got Amy." I looked up at him. "And they're going to kill Brad." The next morning when I awoke, I couldn't see Zac nor Taylor anywhere. As I began to get up, I heard a bustle in the kitchen. Going to check it out, I saw Zac with a bit of toast in his mouth, and making more. He soon saw me. "Hope you like your toast well done," he said. "Where's Taylor?" I asked. "In the shower," he replied. I watched as he applied numerous toppings to numerous pieces of toast, and offered some to me. "Eat up, could be your last meal," he said as I took some. "Why?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Well..." he began with a full mouth, then swallowed, "if we're right and the order's still goin, then it's either you or me who's next." I sighed as he stopped and looked at me (still eating). "Either way, we've got a big day ahead," he went on, "I told Tay about the phone call last night. He wants to go after Brad." I raised my eyebrows. "You mean he actually wants to leave the house?" I questioned. He shrugged. "Yes, I do," came Taylor's voice from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against a doorway, drying his hair with a towel. "I mean, we owe this guy more than our lives, he's saved ours too many times," he added, and hesitated. |
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| Chapter 9 - A Death Threat |
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