The Adventures of Emily Tual: Camp Adventures Book Two

Out in Carrollton Ohio, Mr. Tual was meeting with his sister at a diner. Anne. She was Delaney and Elizabeth’s mother. They were both sitting at a table drinking coffee. None of the girls knew they were there. The two wanted to meet without them there. Anne took a sip from her coffee cup. “How is Emily holding up?” She asked her older brother.

Mr. Tual sighed. “Truth be told, I’m not sure.” He admitted. “She seems to be doing okay but she’s had her nose in her mother’s book.”

Anne smiled a little. “What do you expect?” She asked. “The one thing that she has gotten from her mother after so many years is full of tricks and surprises.” Her smile got bigger. “No doubt she’s trying to reconnect to her mother through it.”

Mr. Tual smiled as well. “At least she’s home safe.” He said. “No crazy kidnappers. No hospital trips. No one trying to kill her.”

Anne nodded. “Have you thought about the camp lately?” She asked.

Mr. Tual’s smile vanished. “I have.” He said slowly before shaking his head. “I just don’t know if she should go to a camp with everything that has been happening lately.” His daughter hadn’t been safe in the hospital where there were several hospital staff and surveillance systems. He wasn’t too keen on sending her out to a camp where there were no security cameras or security guards and in the middle of the woods.

“Would it help you knowing that Delaney, Elizabeth and Rachel would be with her?” Anne asked.

Mr. Tual’s face gave her the answer. “She was with them at the library before they got separated.” He reminded Anne. “I don’t think that they will be able to stop her from being kidnapped again.”

Anne thought about it. “I guess you’re right.” She said. “Just would be nice if she had a chance at having another normal summer.”

Mr. Tual groaned. “Anne. It’s only June. School has been out for about a month or so.”

Anne cut him off right there. “And in that month, she has been kidnapped twice and nearly killed twice. Not to mention she had trauma so we still don’t know the whole story from the first time she was kidnapped.” She continued before her big brother could say a thing. “She should have the chance to do something fun like this.”

Mr. Tual wanted to argue but he could tell that his sister wouldn’t give up until he forfeited the argument to her. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt her to have a fun week at a camp.” He said.

Anne smiled. “Good.” She leaned back in her seat. “Trust me. While they’re all gone at camp, it’ll give you and me time to try to find something to help Emily get through everything that had happened to her.” She laughed a little. “Emily is tough.” She said.

Mr. Tual smiled. “Just like her mother.” He looked out the window. “Joan would be proud of Emily.”

Anne nodded. “Emily is definitely her mother’s daughter.”

Sitting at another table, a young man overheard the two adults talking at their table. He didn’t look at them though. He didn’t want them to see the Black Hand emblem on his leather jacket’s collar. He hadn’t planned on spying on them when he had first arrived there but he had stayed once he heard them talking about Emily. He knew that Emily was the Chosen One that the Black Hand hated and wanted gone. He was a member of the Sixth Circle. He had joined the Black Hand merely a year before and had quickly gone from being in the Seventh Circle to the Sixth Circle. He knew that telling the right hand, the Man with the German Accent, about Emily going to a camp would promote him to the Fifth Circle.

He had been one of the few to receive an invitation from the Man with the German Accent to attend the sacrificial event in which they killed the Chosen One to bring forth the Darkness. After Bastet’s traitorous actions, the entire Black Hand wasn’t sure if the girl would still be going to camp. After all, their plan revolved around her going to that camp. He knew that the Man with the German Accent would want to hear that the girl was still going to the camp. He paid for his drink and then left the diner.

Out in the alleyway by the diner, the young man looked around before got onto his motorcycle and rode off. He rode out of town and into the countryside. He rode through the hills until he reached a large patch of woods. He went in and came upon a large manor. There were black cars in the parking area by the manor. There were men in black military uniforms. They all had military guns. They looked deadly. The young man knew that these men were members of the First Circle and the bodyguards of the Man with the German Accent. He pulled into a parking spot and parked his motorcycle.

The Black Hands by the front door aimed their weapons at him. “Who are you?” One of them demanded.

The young man showed the Black Hand emblem on his jacket’s collar. “I’m Timothy.” He answered. “A member of the Sixth Circle.”

The men by the front door laughed. “What business brings a Sixth Circle Black Hand to this place?” One of them asked.

Timothy smiled. “Information about the Chosen One.” He answered.

The Black Hands stopped laughing and looked at each other. They knew that information about the Chosen One was very important to know. One of them opened the door. “I hope it’s worth your life kid.” He said. “Because if it isn’t, no one will see you again.” Timothy smiled and went in.

Timothy looked around as he went to the main foyer. There were Black Hands all around the room. They had their guns trained on him. Timothy managed not to look worried as he went into the foyer. There were more Black Hands there. They all had their guns pointed at the foyer’s door. In the center of the room was the Man with the German Accent. He was in an armchair, sitting like a king. He looked at Timothy. “What brings you here?” He demanded.

Timothy knelt down in front of him. “I have news of the Chosen One.” He said. “News I believe that you would be very interested in.”

The Black Hands looked at the Man with the German Accent. They were waiting to hear their orders from him. The Man with the German Accent leaned towards Timothy. He had a curious look on his face as well. “What kind of information?” He demanded.

Timothy kept looking at the Man with the German Accent. “Information that will help the Black Hand with getting back on track with the plan our Master has given you to carry out.”

The Man with the German Accent stood up. “Stand up and tell me boy.” He ordered. Timothy quickly stood up. “Now tell me what this information is.” The Man with the German Accent ordered.

Timothy smiled. “I heard the girl’s father and her aunt.” He told the Man with the German Accent. “The father is hesitant but he has agreed to send the girl to the camp. The camp where we were supposed to take her from for the ritual.” The Black Hands all looked at each other. They all knew about the ritual that the Man with the German Accent had been ordered to carry out. They had all thought that the plan had been lost when Bastet had gone rogue and had tried to kill the child twice. They didn’t realize that the father was still going to send the chosen one away to a camp.

The Man with the German Accent smiled after a few minutes. “What Circle are you in Timothy?” He asked.

Timothy smiled as well. “I am a member of the Sixth Circle.” He answered.

The Man with the German Accent went up to him. “Timothy, you have just given us very valuable information.” He told the young Black Hand. “For this, I’m promoting you to the Fourth Circle.” His smile then vanished. “But let me show you what will happen if it turns out that you lied to me.” He led Timothy out of the foyer.

As they were walking, the Man with the German Accent looked at Timothy. “Did you hear what had happened to Bastet?” He asked.

Timothy shook his head. “Just that she was being dealt with for her crime again the Black Hand.” He answered. “But not much besides that.” He suddenly had a bad feeling. “Why?” He asked hesitantly.

The Man with the German Accent just smiled and led him out through the back door. “Because I want you to see what your fate will be if it turns out that you lied to me.” He answered.

The Man with the German Accent led him into a large building. There were Black Hands marching around it. Timothy jumped when he heard a loud hiss. “What was that?” He asked.

The Man with the German Accent just looked at him with an amused smile. “That was Bastet suffering her punishment.” He answered. He led Timothy to a balcony and looked over the edge. “There she is.” The Man with the German Accent said, pointing with his cane down towards the lower level that the balcony was over. Timothy looked at him before he looked down. What he saw scared him.

Bastet was chained in the air in the center of the building right below them. She was far from the walls. The Black Hand looked terrible. Her clothes were full of holes. Timothy could see burns all over her. Her one eye was swollen shut and the other looked like it had been burned. Her claws were being forced out and looked like they were being pulled out farther than they were supposed to be. Her one cat ear was torn. She was bleeding. One of the most powerful Black Hands in the entire organization looked weaker than the weakest prisoner they ever had. There were Black Hands under her with shocking prods and hot sticks that were glowing bright red at the ends closest to Bastet. Timothy had a feeling that they were enjoying torturing the cat and was willing to be that they had tortured animals when they had been kids. There were more Black hands around and they were sneering and jeering at Bastet.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Timothy looked at the Man with the German Accent. It looked like the Man with the German Accent was enjoying this a little too much. His smile looked sinister. Timothy knew that the Man with the German Accent was known for his ruthlessness but he had no idea that the rumors were true. He was suddenly scared for his life. He was willing to bet that the only reason why Bastet was still alive was because she was immortal. He however was entirely human and mortal so he could be killed. The Man with the German Accent most likely knew that Bastet was immortal which was why he was enjoying her torture. Because he could do it for a long time and not worry about Bastet dying anytime soon.

The Man with the German Accent turned to Timothy. “If I find out you had lied to me and to the Darkness, your fate will be just as bad as that traitor’s.” He told Timothy. “Are you sure you heard everything that the two said about the child going to camp?” He asked. His voice got dangerously low.

Timothy took a tiny step back. “Yes Sir.” He said. He hoped that he didn’t sound scared. There was no telling what the Man with the German Accent was thinking.

The Man with the German Accent looked at him for a minute or two before he nodded and smiled. “Excellent.” He said. “Timothy. You have done something that will help us bring the Darkness back to this world.”