I looked down at my watch.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒．．．
I only realize the rain is bitterly cold because my skin carries the heat of my blood. My exasperation warms my body; boiling inside of me like the sun.
How could they take something that is s...
I woke up to birds chirping and the bustle of people. I rubbed my eyes then looked over at five, who was sleeping like a baby. All of a sudden, Five groaned then yawned. "Auh..W-*yawns* What time is it?", Five grumbled sleepily. "It's 09:50am.......Oh shit, the practise opens in 10 minutes", I gasped. "Don't worry we have a perfect view of the place from here", he pointed out.
Five them smiled sweetly at me. "It feels like we've been in this van forever! Let's go on a walk, we need some air and some time away from work" "Ok! Let's go", i giggled as he held my hand tightly. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— -10 minutes later- ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— At this point, we were quite far away from the practise by now. We had got lost sharing our thoughts and ideas, about the eye and the ever so near apocalypse. All of a sudden, Five stopped in his tracks and froze with astonishment as a man walked in a different direction to us, on the opposite side of the road.
"Omg! Y/n look! There's our guy", Five nudged me as he pointed over in his direction. "What the fuck is he up to?", I questioned as we watched him.
I unlocked our hands then spacial jumped behind a nearby tree, watching the doctor intensely.
"Y/n, I know what your thinking, please don't!", Five demanded.
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I ignored him, then spacial jumped into the doctor's car, across the street, that he was stood next to. He opened the door, sat down, slammed it shut behind him. He then turned his head in my direction.
"Holy shit....w-wha...how did you get in? What the fuck do you want?", he hissed In shock.
I quickly held a knife to his throat, from my pocket, before he could say or do anything else. He gasped loudly in shock, I could feel his pulse in his neck increase as I pressed the knife harder against his skin (not hard enough to cut it through).
"One chance....OK! ONE FUCKING CHANCE TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THAT LABORATORY!", I spat at him aggressively. "I-i-i...uhmmm-" "Just spit it out already", I impatiently commented on his terrified stuttering. "I m-manufacturer eyes and other limbs for fake patients and clients", he sighed. "I then charge the insurance companies and then sell them for cash.......on the b-black market!" "And how popular are the eyeballs?", I hissed. T-they're my b-biggest seller", he stuttered nervously. I... I've got a list, a waiting list, of probably 30 buyers......So, the serial number I told you...Uh, well..... could've already been bought". "I needed that fucking list, Lance!", i demanded impatiently. "Names, numbers and serial codes, and I need it now! NOW!" "I don't have it. I mean, we'll...not on me. The only copy's in my safe at the l-lab", he added. Well, I think you had better turn on the car then. Cause we're going on a little trip", I sniggered. "Okay", he mumbled. "NOW!".
