Chapter thirty one

Chapter 31
Adara
We were on a plane. Ares was driving. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have even let him come with, but he did supply the plane keys. I absolutely loathe him and I swear on my life I will never trust him again.
Even though, it might of been him being on the plane; something felt queer. Something was wrong, and though I hate to admit it, it wasn’t that retched, lying, filthy, traitor. I sighed, but the sound caught in my throat, and I felt the need to stay silent. I crept to the end of the plane, passing everyone (while getting a puzzled glance, at my slyness) silently, but hastily, pulled back the curtain. No one was there.
I narrowed my eyes and ventured into the back. There were two small closets, than the door to the entrance of the plane. I ripped open the door on the left side, and barely contained a sigh of relief. I silently went to the other closet. I yanked open the door, and of course there was a smirking nasty man standing there. was about to scream at the others, but he whipped out a shot gun, pointed straight at my heart. My eyes widened, with terror. Or so he thought….
Here is my chance. Ares instantly came to my mind of sneaking this $@#&%?! on. Father like son. I pretended to shake with horror, as he grinned mischeiviously at me like a little schoolboy. Here came the screaming, “YOU LITTLE SON OF A GUN!!!!!!!” I shrieked as the shot came and I moved to the side. But, not fast enough; he caught me im my right side as I moved. I didn’t feel the pain, only heard the shot, and the screams of the others. My vision got suddenly hazy and I fell down. The last concious thought I had was, ’I’m dead.’