Young Writers Society

Sorry, this chapter is is parts because it's a loooooonnng chapter! Bear with me! I'm still looking for reviews, so all you reviewers can be as hard as you like.

Jackson strolled down one of the streets, looking at every detail. Tyson was walking beside him, scowling.

“What’s up with you Tyson?”

“Well, you’ve been runnin around all day, and you don’t even know where you’re goin. Me on the other hand, knows where I’m goin, so how ‘bout you let me lead. I can show ya some good hidin places,” Tyson growled. “Besides, you’re just runnin ‘round in circles. We’ve past that shop five times for crying out loud.”

“Jeez Tyson, all you had to do is speak up. I’m all ears.”

Tyson grunted. “That’s more like it. I’ve got a great hidin place for you and your buddies.”

Jackson was ecstatic. “Where? How far is it? Will it be big enough?”

“Cool your jets kid. All of your questions will be answered. Just follow me.”

Tyson stepped in front of Jackson and started to walk. He took a series of twists and turns. He constantly talked to Jackson, telling him to memorize the directions.

“Ya see Jack, if ya take all the kids down here, no one will be able to find ya. They’ll all get lost.

He stopped in front of a door in an alley way.

“Before I show ya this place, you need to promise not to tell anyone about it, okay?”

“Tyson, why would I tell anyone about it when I’m trying to hide from them? It’s just common sense.”

Tyson laughed. “Ya never know when someone might turn one ya. I’m quite surprised to see you trust me.”

“Hold it Tyson. I never said I trusted you. I’m just lettin ya tag along.”

Tyson smiled. He pulled a key from a necklace around his neck and unlocked the door. They walked into a dark room.

“It’s great Tyson but where are the lights?”

Jackson heard a slam as the door shut. “What did you do that for Tyson?”

Jackson felt around for a light switch. He felt a lever and pulled down. Lights flickered on and filled the room with light. Jackson looked around for Tyson but he was nowhere in sight. Jackson swore at his stupidity. Tyson had led him into this and Jackson let him. He went back to the door, but the handle was jammed. He kicked the door and walked off. This would do perfectly. There was plenty of space to move around and set up something for beds. He kept wandering and thinking. He started to look for a way out when he felt something sharp against his back.