After we picked up Fawx and Orland we went to a house, a house that was exactly like Blake's. Every single last detail was the same, including the walk through the forest - even though I wouldn't know what that looked like since I was blindfolded.
Anyways, I was really anxious about getting Ryan and Felix. I wanted to know they were alive and okay. I just wanted to run the rest of the way.
Nick was walking beside me. He kept looking over his shoulder nervously.
"What's wrong?" Pickle asked Nick quietly.
"Well," Nick said hoarsly, keeping his voice down. "Xavier... he.... he has... he has anwel."
Pickle's eyes grew. "He does?"
Nick nodded, a very scared look on his face.
I furrowed my eyebrows at them, waiting for an answer. But I never got one.
We went into the house and I looked around. It looked exactly like Blake's.
"I'm going to look around, ok?" Nick said, his voice shaking. His eyes were still darting around.
Pickle nodded.
"I'll go with you," Aila said calmly and followed Nick.
We - minus Nick and Aila - went into the dungeons. The staircase winded down a narrow hall. My shoulders just barely touched the walls, but Pickle had to shuffle down sideways. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it every so often whenever there was a sound.
Pickle pulled me down the stone steps and passed a gun to me. I hung onto it as if it was a venomous snake.
We walked out from the narrow staircase and he dropped my hand. He was looking around, his gun pointing in the same direction his head was in. I swallowed hard and stayed quiet.
We moved quickly and silently through the stone walls until there were a bunch of wooden doors with slots in the top of them. Pickle grabbed my hand again and pulled me close so his mouth was to my ear.
"If you hear something, run," He whispered, squeezing my hand. "And if one of us doesn't make it out of here, I just want to say that I loved being your friend."
I smiled. "We'll both make it out."
He smiled back.
A loud thud erupted from one of the doors. We both looked around. Another thud echoed down the hall.
Pickle followed the noise to a door in the middle. He pushed back the slot and looked through.
"Hang on a few seconds," He said and closed the slot. He walked back over to me. "You need to go back upstairs so I can blow up this door."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not just open it?"
"Because I brought these bombs and I'm not leaving until I use them," He said matter-of-factly, holding a few black balls the size of golf balls.
I snorted. "Alright then."
I turned around and started to jog the same way we came. I climbed the stairs and entered the foyer of the house and waited. The house rattled as the bombs went off. A minute later, Pickle, Ryan, and Felix raced up the stairs. Ryan had dust in his hair while Felix's hair was spiked up and his face was black. I smiled at them and waited for them to go out the door first.
Everything was ok again. We could all be happy again and live our own lives without worry. I truly could have been dancing around at that moment.
I took one last look of the house before walking to the door. When I was just about to exit a cool sensation and a horrible cracking sound interupted my thoughts. Xavier's face slowly appeared in front of me, a sick smile on his face. I looked down at my stomach and frowned. A silver blade was just visible above the hilt of the dagger, the rest was inside me.
Someone yelled and the room started spinning. Xavier let go of the knife as I fell to my knees. His body slowly faded away. I gripped the handle of the dagger and gasped for air. Three smeared and sparkling faces came into view, but I couldn't tell who was who. I closed my eyes and coughed. Blood was filling up my lungs, I couldn't breathe.
I was getting lifted up and the dagger was yanked out. It wasn't going to help. A slight tingling came from my neck.
I was going to die, knowing that everyone was going to be fine.
When I opened my eyes again, everything was black and I didn't feel anyone around me. This was how death felt.
This was the end of Jessica James.
But atleast I have something to say to all the other dead people in hell or heaven or where ever I was going...
I have friends with fangs and tails... you're so jealous.
