Boxed In: Part 4

The Soldier brushed the dirt off her hands and slid the knife out of her belt.

“Woh, hey,” Jasmine said, guarding herself with her pen and paper.”I just saved your ass!”

“Shut up, Writer. It’s your fault I was sent here,” Jordan spat.

Before Jasmine could ask why, she glanced behind her hearing the sound of leaves crunching beneath a pair of tennis shoes.

The Referee emerged, stumbling through the thick forest.

“For the love of God,” he said rubbing his temples and kicking away shrubs, blood still pouring out of his nose. “Where am I?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” the Soldier said. “Genius, here, transported us into the middle of the freaking Amazon.”

The Ref gave Jasmine an annoyed look and found a rock to sit on. He ripped off a piece of his sleeve and pressed the fabric against his nose.

Jasmine felt a sense of relief that he had shown up, even though she had only intended on bringing the Soldier with her.

I didn’t even picture him here with us, she thought as she dropped her guard.

“Well then, can you undo your geniusness and send me back to the Box, please? I’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do,” he said tilting his head backward, controlling the bloodstream.

A million questions surged through her mind, but she forced herself to remain calm and think of the one question she needed answered most. “Why is everyone trying to kill me?”

The Soldier released a loud cackle and shook her head. “Poor little Writer,” Jordan said. “You think this whole universe revolves around you.”

Jasmine glared at her, annoyed and perplexed. She wish she had just left the Soldier in the ring with the hostile crowd.

“Who were those people?” Jasmine persisted.

Jordan found a tree to lean up against and crossed her arms, irritated by the Writer’s ignorance.

“Disgusting animals, that’s who,” the Ref grunted. “You’re way out of your own element, Scribe. It’s too political and over your head, so can you please send me-”

“No!” she shouted. “I’m not sending you anywhere until you tell me what’s going on! What’s too political?”

“How about you start by telling us where you took us to, and maybe I’ll fill you in,” he argued, looking around the forest.

The sun was starting to set between the trees. They were spinning in circles, not getting anywhere.

Jordan wasn’t sure why she hadn’t slit the girl’s throat yet, but she knew one thing for sure. She was in no hurry to return to her captain.

The leader of the Expectation.


To be continued…

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