They climbed the steep stairs to the attic. The boards groaned with each step. Florence held open the heavy door for the two guys. “Show off.” snarled Guillaume. She smiled curtly and glided to the chest in the corner. Years of wear and tear had tken its toll on this chest; it was on its last limb.
“We’re leaving now?” Guillaume asked Mathieu incredulously. He nodded. A loud bang interrupted his thoughts. Them. “Grab all that you can!” He shouted with his teeth bared. Scratching noises flooded the house. In one continuous movement, the three of them lept through the open window. Amilie watched from the sidewalk. “She’s seen too much.” Mathieu said. “She’s coming with us.” Guillaume groaned. “We follow orders, Guillaume.” Florence closed her eyes and shoved Amilie in the car.
“Where are we going? Why’d you take me? What are you?” Her voice squeaked. She might as well know.
“We are looking for a tree. No, THE tree, that can change us back.” Guillaume started.”We aren’t in the habit of taking prisoners.”