Scar A Case With Companions Part Five

 Escape 

“Scar, what’s going on?” Britannia asked.

“Well, are you going to answer your sister?”

“She’s not my sister.”

That was when she felt a fist in her gut.

“Are you going to answer her question?”

She nodded with her head back.

“They must be from Evil Organisation.”

“Good! You’re good!”

“Wasn’t hard to figure out. After all, who else would dress like that and arrange the murder of a man in such a way, and his wife seemed to look at me alarmed. Although I guess she now knows why.”

He let out a laugh.

“Well he was nosy for a cleaner, but once he found out all about our plans for you, he called the police. Once we were able to dispose of them we soon found out who talked. Once we did we knew that we could arrange his death to lure you into a trap.”

“Guess it worked perfectly.”

“Yes.”

“B-but why?” Beatrice asked. “What do you even want from her?”

“Tell me, are you Bill or Bliss?”

“No!”

“H-who are they?”

“My adopted brother and sister. They looked a lot like you and they’re in another world.”

“What bullony!” He sang, driving a fist into her gut.

She was soon on the ground, curled up and coughing.

“You know where they are and you will tell us!”

He thrust his foot into his back.

“But they are! They are in another world! There are doors in my attic that lead to them!”

He kicked her in the back again.

“Scar!”

“Sir! Stop it! She’s just a-”

BANG!

He fell.

“I told you that’s a life of bullony! And, as you can see that we’re not getting anything out of you here, we will be taking you to our base. Now, we will be taking your friends too, after all, I’m pretty certain that your tongue will become very loose once youses what we have in store for you!”

He picked her up by the throat. Then, as she gripped tightly to his wrist, he carried her out of the warehouse. There she saw a black van. She took a glance at Beatrice and Britannia. She spotted that Beatrice had become as pale as she was to a point that only her crimson eyes and chin were different to her as she held onto Britannia’s hand for dear life. Sbe could see that both were shaking. 

She would have said something to comfort them but she knew that anything she said would land them in more trouble. Yet she could not help but feel guilty that she got them into this situation and wished that she could do something, anything to get them out of it. Even if it led to her never seeing anything ever again. Yet she knew that if anything did happen to them and it would be because of her then she might as well throw it all away. After all, that would be what she deserves for getting them killed.

Oh why did I not let those hunters take me away? Why didn’t I let that woman kill me?

She then was thrown into the back of the van. Shr then saw both Britannia and Beatrice were shaking like a leaf. She looked aside. She then looked at them in the eyes as she felt something hard and cold in her back just below the heart. Yet she grabbed both of their hands. She may have been scared but she knew that they were even more and she hoped that it would help them. She hoped that she would keep them calm.

“Be brave. It’s me they want. So please, keep that in mind. And try to keep calm. I will try to do what I can to get you out of this. Both alive and alright. Just think of a moment of safety. What is the safest place you can think of?”

“With Brit and mum and dad by the lit fire watching the TV. My favourite one is Shoebox Zoo. You know, you remind me of the main character of that!”

“Really, she seems to be a cross between her and Wolfgang!”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite one!”

“Yet there’s also when mum gave us those DVDs.”

“It was the whole series. One for each of us!”

“Yeah and do you remember that she bought us the whole Narnia and Wizard Of Oz books.”

Yeah, you know, we could really be sisters. We do have the same tastes.

“And do you like Lord Of The Rings?”

“Yeah!”

“Did you know that Tolkien and CS Lewis were friends?”

“No! I didn’t!”

“Then imagine that you’re there.”

They suddenly became serious and nodded before they closed their eyes. They soon calmed down. Then they were able to get in after her. She kept holding their hands. Mainly to help keep them as calm as she could. They took a glance at the black wall where the driver was.

“So, if you were taken to court,would you tell the entire court about what you did?”

“Yes.”

“Are you the one who killed Mr Cole?”

“Yes.”

She nodded as she suppressed her smile as she heard the sirens. She squeezed Beatrice’s hand so that she would not show any hope. This would help remind her that they were not all out of danger just yet. Then the van stopped. The doors barged open. They were out. She noticed that they had hardly set off.