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1.2 | Wicked Medicine
“Addie, hide!” Norah hissed, turning from the window of the motel room to look at the younger girl lounging on one of the beds, then peaking out the window once more added, “I don’t think things went quite as planned.”
“What do you mean?” Addie asked, rolling off the bed to stand behind Norah. The window was shut in her face, and Norah stared at her. Someone knocked and Norah turned away to stare at the door.
“Closet. Now.” Addie sighed and ran into the closet. She knew the drill, though she never had to put it to practice before. The doors shut behind her and she sat, watching the room through the slits in the door. Norah waited for three more knocks to open the door. The door swung open and she screamed, walking backwards into the television.
Addie’s brother flew through the door a moment later, landing in a heap on the floor. She covered her mouth to stifle her own scream, but Rory just laughed. He was covered in blood, his bangs were caked onto his forehead and his face was a rusty red from a cut on his forehead. And he laughed. A moment later a big man in a long coat followed after him, he ran across the room picking up Rory by his hair.
“Okay, boy,” said the man through gritted teeth. “Where is it?”
“I swear, sir, it is not here.” Rory coughed out, the man let him drop to the ground the turned towards the door.
“Frank! Lily! Get in here!” he shouted. A moment later a boy not much older than Rory walked through the door, with a smile full of mischief and a large butcher knife in his hands. He was followed by a girl whose dark features and childish smile easy to guess their relation.“Search the place, the boy is hiding something.”
“Yes, sir.” Frank responded, with a sly grin, putting his knife inside his belt. The boy was gone a moment later, just a blur, as suitcases were dumped to the ground and the beds toppled over. The boy stopped just outside of the bathroom, holding a large crate in his hands.
“Sir, I found some of it.” He brought the crate to the man, who glanced over it. His nostrils flared out in anger and he grabbed Rory by the hair again.
“Where is the rest?” He thundered.
“I told you, it is not here!”
“Don’t try to deceive me, boy. Where is the Panacea?” The man growled and Rory laughed, suddenly sitting in the lotus position on the table in front of the window shaking with laugher. He looked like a defective Buddha.
“We’re not grave robbers, Mr. Toussaint.” Rory said, suddenly solemn. “We do not steal from a dead man’s dreams.”
“Like hell you aren’t! You’ve done worst for me in the past than robbing a few graves!” Mr. Toussaint responded. “Finish the search, Frank. If we can’t find the Panacea, we’ll just have to take Miss. Bellamy, here.”
Mr. Toussaint motioned to Lily and she moved next to Norah, who was trembling. Once more things were being thrown about the room, then the doors to the closet opened. Frank barely glanced at Addie before she found herself standing with a butcher knife to her throat.
“Lookie at what I found here, boss. A little mousey was hiding away in the closet.” He said with a smile into her ear. Addie flenched, turning away from the boy. Mr. Toussaint’s face transformed from contorted rage to pure joy, then he turned to Rory with a smile.
“So Rory! The rumors are true. You are harboring Adelaide Harlow,” he said. His voice filled with the sort of joy only a man who’s won the million dollar lottery would know. “Forget the Panacea, we just found a bigger prize!”
Addie’s eyes widened in fear as the knife bit into her throat. She glanced at Rory, who’s face was stone cold. Wishing she could say sorry. Sorry for being where she wasn’t supposed to be. Their eyes locked for a mere moment and he nodded slightly. It wasn’t a gesture that would have been thought twice about by anyone else, she looked at the light switch and suddenly the room went dark. A hand appeared in hers, and squeezed. She closed her eyes in relief, as the knife disappeared from her throat.
When she opened her eyes, she was in the parking lot next to a friendly face and her brother holding her hand. She was amongst a forest of cars with the motel behind her and a cityscape in front of her.
“Be safe,” he kissed her forehead before disappearing once again.
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