Chains Made of Stars- ON HOLD

Chapter 5: I'm afraid we'll have to do this the fun way, part 5

TW: fictional drugs

Will sank down onto one of the seats in the deserted terminal. Mith stood near the gateway, restless energy fizzing through her veins.

"You should sit down," he said. "It's going to be another ten minutes at least."

The tingly feeling heightened. Mith felt like her blood had been replaced by especially fizzy soda.

"What's going to be another ten minutes?" she demanded, while wondering if she had accidentally swallowed a whisk which was now churning her insides up.

"The plane." Will shut his eyes, suddenly looking exhausted.

"Ah."

A plane. Where the hell was he taking her now?

"Look mate, if I don't get home in half an hour my parents will freak out, and then they'll probably get the Interpol on your ass or something. Either way, it's not going to end well."

"Your point being?" Will said, an eyebrow raised.

"Let. Me. Go. Home. Now." Mith said through gritted teeth.

"Funny girl. What's to say you won't blab to dear mum and dad if I let you go? It's going to be terribly inconvenient to have to kill them too." Will smiled angelically.

"Son, that's brilliant. Quick question, though. How the bloody hell do you expect me to get you any information if you won't let me go back?" Mith glared daggers at him.

He looked confused. "I don't need a spy. I need stuff you already know, like co-ordinates to certain places, knowledge of when the patrols happen, locations of Society headquarters. You know, stuff you've learnt at the Academia Pyxis."

Fuck, I'm done for now.

 First off, Mith hadn't gone to the Carcerem Society's training institute. Her parents hadn't even taken her within a thousand-mile radius of the place. Naturally, she didn't know anything. Not a damn thing. Not patrols or coordinates or any of it. She was a liability all over again. If Will found out that she was faking her identity, he would kill her. Simple as that.

In all her life, Mith had never been as furious with her parents as she was now. Because of their insistence on a 'normal life', she was going to get brutally murdered by some teenage psychopath. It was ridiculous. The absolute, mind-blowing stupidity of her situation actually brought tears to her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Will asked kindly.

Mith wiped her eyes.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," she said bitterly.

Will got up and folded his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to be this difficult the whole journey?" His tone was mild.

"Why do you ask? Are you going to kill me if I say yes?" Mith knew she was being childish. She had to clear her mind and figure this out. Will could not find out that she was in fact not a member of the Society.

She had spent a lifetime soaking in all the stories her grandparents told her about the Ark and the Society. There was at least a small chance that some of the stuff she had learned from her grandparents would help her bluff her way through.

"I'm sorry," she said finally. "That was unwarranted."

"Don't sweat it, love," he said airily. "All my threatening's probably gotten you jittery."

Mith opened her mouth to say something rude, and then shut it. There was no point in saying anything to him. He was off his rocker. The best thing to do would be to get this nightmare over with as soon as possible.