This choice: Ben Checks His Backpack. He Still Has The Tiara • Go Back...Chapter #5Ben Checks His Backpack. He Still Has The Tiara by: Unknown “Yeah, cool...” I replied uneasily as Brian went back to salivating over the preposterously beautiful Amazon on the screen. I used this as an opportunity to rifle through my bag-pack; yep, I was right, the same golden tiara that the superheroine had worn was the same one that I’d discovered that fateful winter morning. I remember myself thinking ’Was that dream real? It can’t be real! But what if it is? Was that woman, that hero, ME?! Did I just save those people?!’
My thoughts swirled round my head, countless questions and possibilities that I couldn’t possibly answer now. I slung my bag back round my shoulders as I pulled on a grimy old hoodie, my favourite lard of faded jeans and a pair of beaten up Converse Allstars. “Yo, where the hell are you going, bro?” Brian asked, his eyes still firmly glued onto the screen.
“For a walk, you pervy little bastard.” I pulled the chain across and pushed open the door handle only to find myself face to face with a stranger with her hand raised to knock on the door. The woman was unsettling with his pastel white face, pressed black suit and opaque spectacles that concealed his true expressions. I gulped and quickly tried to close the door but the woman stuck a polished shoe in the doorway before she let herself and her associate, who I hadn’t seen before, into the room.
“Can I help you guys out?” I whimpered as they scanned the entirety of my crap heap of a dormitory. The second man, a burly African American male, pulled out a brown wallet from his blazer pocket and displayed an official looking badge with ’DEPARTMENT OF UNUSUAL ARTEFACTS’ emblazoned on its golden surface. The woman spoke clearly and monotonously as she addressed me, saying, “I’m Agent Black, this is my colleague, Agent White, and we’re from the government-sanctioned Department of Unusual Artefacts. We have reason to believe that someone in this establishment has come into possession of a seriously powerful weapon. It looks like this:”
She pulled out a picture of the tiara and I clutched my bag strap even tighter. My mouth went dry as she asked me whether I’d seen it or not. Luckily for me, Brian never had the same problem and bluntly said, “Well you guys are wasting your time- me and Ben have never seen that thing before in our lives. I mean, how many 18-year-olds do you know play with tiaras? Come on.” I nodded eagerly, silently thanking Ben for covering for us both. I was beginning to feel slightly more comfortable until the ape-like brute that was Agent White stomped towards me.
My eyes unintentionally darted to my rucksack, an action that White instantly recognised as suspicious behaviour. He held out his grizzly paw as he grunted, “Pass the bag, squirt. NOW.” I remember quickly hiding my bag pack behind my back, slowly unzipping the top and feeling the cold metal of the tiara as I mouthed a silent ’Sorry’ to Brian. I saw White’s lips curl into an angry sneer while I heard the telltale noise of a gun being cocked behind my back.
“Pass the artefact over peacefully, son. You don’t want to make this worse than it already is...” Black said emotionlessly as she aimed her silenced pistol at the base of my neck. Brian was terrified, screaming, “Oh God, what the HELL is happening?! Ben, what have you done?!”
This was it: I was surrounded by two adults from some unknown agency who were obviously packing heat and not afraid to use it. I gulped deeply as I dropped the bag. “Kick it over.” I pushed the bag away from myself and into White’s expectant hands. He scanned through silently, his face moving from deadpan excitement to obvious confusion. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I pulled out the golden relic from my dusty hoodie pouch.
“Looking for this?” I laughed. White and Black both suddenly lunged at me desperately but alas, it was too late- I’d already placed that godforsaken tiara onto my head.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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