chapter 4
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Darren like a pro lands the plane perfectly. Its like a house on wings, I do love my job I think to myself. Even though I see Darren as close as a friend as I could have, I still feel the walls guarding myself going up. Game face is on, I have a laugh it’s true but beyond that no one gets a glimpse at the real me. Being betrayed by your family will do that to a guy. It’s not like I joined the BRATUSHKA to make friends that definitely wasn’t on the leaflet. Fight for humanity and make friends whilst you do!
Zada steps forth into our mind to convey his displeasure of being on a flying death trap. He absolutely hates flying almost as much as water. But we've been on plenty of planes before and he hasn't complained. This is probably the most I've heard from him in years! As he's the other half of my being I suddenly realise it's been rather quiet in my own head and body. I wasn't paying attention to how much Zada had actually taken a step back from the world and from us.
"So now your giving me your input again are you?" making him know that I've noticed his absence and it wasn't appreciated. When you no nothing other than being together, them not being there feels weird. He'd just done it in such a sneaky way I hadn't really noticed. I mean he couldn't really leave!
Darren opens the door and slides the walk way down.
“What’s up woadie!” Dar exclaims waving his arms to show the magnificent machine he is flying.
“Da boss ain’t never do it like dat dere” his big easy accent making it sound like it’s Sunday afternoon and we’re chilling. Not about to go on a mission carrying enough fire power to take out the hole of London itself.
“She sure is dar, is it actually a plane or a house” I say laughing. Darren joins in with his low rumbling voice of his. I have no idea how old Dar is. Dar is his nickname just like mine is CJ.
We board quickly I can’t keep turning around trying to look at everything. As we enter it’s like a bloody house! There’s a coat rack and a shoe cupboard. I feel like I’m at my grandma’s house and I should take my shoes off before she spanks me!
Thinking about that usually where Dar is Ma ain’t to far behind. Ma is Dar’s mother. Now if she’s on the plane I’m definitely removing my shoes, cause she’s plain scary!
I watch Dar walk down the hallway, feeling safe enough to not have to remove my shoes I follow.
“This way my man let me show you your room"
Dar says with the worst British accent known to man and a small bow holding his hand out as if he was a polite host.
I crease with laughter at this picture of him, I’m so getting him a pink pinafore for his birthday! I think to myself and chuckle along with him as I follow him down the plane I mean house no its a plane.
“Here is your room my man, your weapons room Is to the left and the bathroom to the right. My room is actually underneath this one. Take the stairs in the living room, when you find them that is” he chuckles and winks at me.
The room is something that even impressed me, why would they let this out on missions I think to myself. There’s satin and suede everywhere you look. It’s just way to upper-class for us lot. I’m a billionaire and even I feel like working class in this opulence.
Feeling glad it’s not my plane that is likely to be blown up at some point, what a waste though! Dar gets me out of my inner monologue by saying,
“I’m a get us airborne now CJ, I’m lookin forward to some coral reaf bars! Oh beautiful ladies wearing nothing but da thong an shaking it all up in my grill brother!” He swings his hips from side to side. imitating a hula dance. It leaves me in stitches trying to board the plane behind a African American 6.5 werewolf doing the hula!
He slaps me on the back and heads out. I’m Chuckling at my fellow brother. He sure has a way with words. He even makes me relax a little bit.
Putting all my weapons away separate to the ones already on board. Each knife sharpened and each gun cleaned with precision. Having a gun jam in the middle of a shoot out, does horrible things to body parts. Having everything laid out I check and double check. everything is accountable, no one wants a block of c4 going missing either, the boss really hates that!
My clothes in the wardrobe, I’m all set. I check my personal arsenal once more. Good to go.
We rise in the air without a glitch and I sit on the bed to relax before we get there....
I fall asleep and start to dream that I’m staring into the most beautiful eyes in the world. They call to me like the sun calls to the moon. They look like the deepest ocean, waiting for me to get lost into. All I want to do is, jump and pray I grab her as I land.
But they are just out my reach I can’t seem to catch hold of the woman they belong too. They are bright blue yet turquoise green too. Like a bright circle of the most beautiful green covering the most beautiful blue. I try as hard as I can to catch her, but I’m stuck like you are in the way of dreams. What you desire is always put of reach and your not fast enough, not quick enough or just plain stuck
When You really want something. You find yourself frozen in place.
- Writer
