"Hide it! hide.. mtchew, tuck in the leg. put it in the bag well"
"If anybody sees the leg and gets suspicious, we are done for" Mark said with fear I his voice yet having a firm look at me.
"But it's too heavy", I cried out shakily
"Will we be able to lift it out without anybody finding out?" I asked.
He looked at me angrily, probably wondering why I was so pessimistic.
The hotel hallway was a long one and we had lifted and dragged this black heavy bag for 7 meters now with nobody in sight.
By now the red thick scary substance that was smeared on the leg and other parts were already dripping on the floor.
"Mark, what are we going to do?" I asked almost teary as I pointed to the red sticky stain on the floor.
"Do you have a tissue?" he asked amidst my sobbing and runny nose
I ignored his question and started crying and blaming him
"I told you I had never done this before, I told you. If my parents or other people found out about this, my life is over.
As I was still blaming him, a woman showed up from nowhere and caught us.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she asked, almost shouting.
I froze as I couldn't speak. Seeing that I couldn't say a word, Mark came to the rescue as always.
I am older than Mark, not as popular as him though but one thing I know is that my family loved me and being a criminal will shock them to their marrows.
"What are you holding?" the woman's bawling voice brought me back. She asked, noticing the stain on the floor.
She snatched the handle of the black bag I was holding and opened it.
"We are the children of Mr. Osaki and Mr. Dayo. The.. they are in the conference room and we are going to the lounge of this hotel", I heard Mark say.
"Oh oh, you spilled the ketchup on the chicken and broke the wine bottle?" she asked, now looking at us with concern as I was already sweating profusely
"Yes", I finally answered
She smiled and told us to let her discard it as she will direct the caterer to give us another packed one.
I heaved a sigh because what would a boy like me explain to my parents about their well marinated and fried chicken?
Meanwhile the boy who was trying to stop us that Mark hit with a ladle was still lying at the end of the hallway.