Chapter 17: Deadly Allies

   
We walked back to the tent. I was still relieved to have my whole body in check. I felt good, and I mean good. I was walking, I was alive, and I was actually gonna make it back to camp. Molly was in front, grumbling to herself, probably about crying in front of me and how much of an idiot I was. I'll let her be, I mean, what can I do?
As we walked back to the tent, there was noise. It was loud and obnoxious, it was like the cackle of the witch. I looked saw Molly, and she was freaking out. The tent was on fire, and so was the whole campground. Molly seemed to react immediately. She grabbed vine, and quickly climbed a tree. She then looked down at me and screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? COME UP!!!" So I did. Not at the speed she was climbing the vine, but at a nice speed to outrun a fire. As I got to the top of the tree, I noticed something, and as I could see in Molly's face, so could she. "Klarsey, do you see that, do you see it?"
"Yeah, its..." I looked closer, and I could see what looked like... "It's a symbol. It's a face." It looked like one of those actor masks, the frowning and smiling ones.
"Its the TSM." She said this with full aggression, almost in a concentrated fury. "The Society of Masks."
"The who? Society of Masks. That sounds pretty lame..."
She pounced, and pinned me to the top of this tree, then she looked strait into my eyes as she had me lying there. "You have no idea what you are talking about. This is serious shit were dealing with right now. The Society of Masks is an organization like no other. Comparable to Hades from ancient Roman mythology, The Society of Masks is the destroyer of cities, even countries. They are a force not to be recon with."
"Then why are they after us?"
"Because I made some mess ups in the past. I messed up my life and ever since then they've been kicking me in the ass for it. They've hunted me, and have destroyed my work time and time again. They have ruined my life." She looked at me again, with a look that could frighten king kong into a mental hospital. I now understood the seriousness of our situation.
Before I could make any more comments we looked down simultaneously. The tree was on fire, and we were in it. There were no escapes, no way to move, and nowhere to run. We were two fish in a barrel. There was no opportunity of success.
She looked at me, then in on flowing movement, grabbed me, and jumped. We were falling towards the Retreat's floor, and I was waiting to be caught by that force field from the city. But we hit the ground, and she landed on me. The impact was rough, and disoriented me. But I had to go, there was fire and it was gaining fast. I got up, and looked for Molly, and she was already in a mad dash in front of me. So I ran too, away. Away from this conspiracy, and all the supplies. I was going into the Retreat, unarmed, and unsupplied.