The Celtic Knot: Chapter Two

The Celtic Knot: Chapter Two
THEN THE TWO GRIZZLY guards heaved their selves on the brick wall and began climbing.

“Run,” was the only word Frederick could make out to Peter.

The two jumped up and sped off like the bullets that were whizzing past them. Why are there bullets? Frederick pondered to himself as bullets rained past the two boys. He heard the man Carney had called Meade laughing manically. Frederick had enough time to turn around and spot the pistol bobbing up and down, with a flash paired with a loud bang.

“You can run,” he jeered, “but you can’t hide!” To sum up his tone, he sounded like he was previously in a tavern, drunk all day.

The two still ignored his jeers and kept running for their lives. Right in the middle of the man’s laugh, he just stopped, and the bullets stopped with the laughing. That was time for Peter and Frederick to look back.

There was a girl in dark denim jeans and a grey sweatshirt with the letter “A” in maroon bordered with yellow. She turned to look at the two boys, and Frederick was able to see a stray strand of blonde hair whipping across her face. Then she somersaulted off the building. Then she was…gone. How was she gone?

“How is she gone?” Peter blurted out, revealing the same thought both of the boys had in mind. “She was really fast,” and pretty, Frederick wanted to add.

“Well, anywat,” Peter said, placing two fingers on Meade’s throat, “she knocked both of them cold,” He then stared off into the distance, “why do you think she did that?”

Frederick was still daydreaming, “What?” was all he could mutter.

“Why did she save us,” Peter replied to the dumbfounded Frederick, “is what I do not get.” When Frederick was back to his senses a moment later, he answered, “Well, she must have known us. Didn’t you see that ‘A’ on her sweatshirt? She went to our middle school,” Peter nodded. Alexandomia Standard Middle School was the nearest middle school by 15 miles. “So that means she must’ve been around here…she couldn’t have been a spy, wouldn’t you agree,” Well, thought Frederick, if she was a spy, she was good at it. “No,” Frederick agreed. Peter then realized something, “Well, she had guard enthusiasts, too, so let’s go, now.” Then they took off, once more.