"You have problems." Sam muttered, flouncing toward me after I hastily left the clown tent.
"I agree," I heard a deep voice behind me.
I turned around and saw Mr. Holmes striding towards us.
"You seem to have a fear of everything Miss. Blue." I felt my eyebrows draw together.
"I don't remember giving you my name-"
"Oh, you didn't." He said in a rushed voice, grabbing my arm with a firm grip and pulling me towards a waiting taxi cab. Sam shrugged and wandered off to Nathan.
"So," Mr.Holmes said to me, slamming the door after himself. "Who is afraid of clowns?" I felt red flags go up as I realized the others were still at the docks and the circus, but I ignored it.
"Well, a lot of people actually... Where are we going? Why are the others not with us?"
"You like to ask question then," he stated, crossing one leg over the other. I just stared at him until he finally sighed, rolling his eyes.
"It's obvious, you are new," he said. "I depend on you, and if I'm depending on you I should know you. And then there's the fact that Tony has not allowed anyone new in about three years. Why? What is so special about you, Blue?" I continued to stare at him for a few seconds before my shoulders lifted.
"I don't know, there's nothing special about m-"
"No," he said. "For some reason there is something very special about you." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Where are we going?" I asked again.
"What happened to your parents, Blue?"
"Where are we going?!" I snapped.
"What happened to the rest of your family? Why are you living on the street? It's obviously something important. Something big. Something probably in the news, something-"
"Stop the cab!" I yelled out. The cab slowly came to a halt on the side of the road and I grasped the handle of the door, swinging it open in a fluent motion, my heart thundering in my ears. No, they can't. They can't find out.