No One Knows

Lucy Avetoom 7N

“But you told me , ” Valery murmured

“Shhh, shut it! Not a word! No one must know how many people you have killed and how much blood we have on our hands This is a life-and-death situation we already have the stone Now we need to deliver it There are people out there Bad ones, not all are good, who are ready to kill us Armed to the brim! So, let's make this easy for you Let's play hide and seek," Heather said and smiled

(Present day)

"HEATHER!!” Valery screamed “HEATHER?” she screeched, hoping for any sight of life

(Flashback)

Valery woke up in a field of flowers. The wonderful smell of petrichor filled her nose. She then sat up and realised how good it felt to be alive. How nice it was to be able to touch wet grass and enjoy the way it tickled your skin. The wonderful sun and how warm it felt on your face while the wind threw your hair back and made it dance in the summer bloom. The refreshing taste of water as it trickled down your throat. The way the birds sang their hearts out to fill the emptiness which surrounded you. And the way in which the sun always rose and set, no matter what had happened. She didn’t want to remember. Waking up in a heaven like this and remembering something like that. Luckily, she was away from the city. Away from the deal.

(A month ago)

“Heather! Wake up quick! Pack necessities! We must leave, now! They are coming!” Valery whispered.

“I’m ready. Do you have it? Hurry up and open the door We have no time!” Heather breathed

“I have it , ” Valery replied They ran

“Don’t forget the deal or he will get us,” Heather panted

“I know, I know , ” Valerie breathed

“Repeat the deal to me again I have to make sure you understand how important this is,” whispered

Heather

“Talk the guard into letting me into the palace, take the stone, come back out," Valery murmured

“God, Valery, high school didn’t teach you much, did it?” Heather said while she grabbed the felt bag

“Hm no, it actually didn't , ” Valery commented

"VALERY BLAKE! STOP BEING STUPID AND START TAKING OUT THE MAP!” Heather half-shouted

"Yes, Miss Tueuse!” Valery saluted her

“Valery, now listen closely This isn't fun and games,” Heather breathed

“NO, HEATHER, NO!” Valery shouted “VALERY, LISTEN TO ME! RUN! THEY’VE GOT ME, THERE'S NO POINT IN STARING. THEY ARE GONNA GET YOU TOO!! RUN, VALERY! RUN!!!” cried Heather. After walking a few miles Valery reached a small village far out in the countryside where there were no wanted posters dancing in the streets, no guards searching houses, and no need to tempt anyone into letting her go. Here, Valery could just be a sweet little girl, with a sweet little face, who just got lost in a sweet little village, and no one would know the truth. Valery strutted down the cobblestone road and found a cosy little inn with a candlelit doorway. She walked in and gets a room. Number 43. The door swung open and in the centre of the room stood a single bed with a mahogany frame and a duvet which was a seaweed shade of green.

Valery settled in and played some music on her burner phone while she took a shower to get rid of the blood and evidence. She then equipped herself with guns and knives, hidden away in her summer dress, and went to finish the deal knowing that best friends can’t be separated and that walking behind her was Heather, with a gun and a pocketknife.

Valery took out the stone as she was near, but with it there was a note. Valery read it:

V,

Meet me at the charity shop down the street from the bookshop. Go in and I'll be there.

(A few hours later)

“I like this place,” Valery said “Let's go now!” Heather tugged at Valery