New Players In The Pattern

[Sage]

A scream pierced the air. A crash of glass. Sage turned to look even as Aiden pulled him closer. Sage felt all the blood drain from his face. He didn't have to queue the memory, it wasn't even his memory. It was a recording, they'd watched it over and over again. There was nothing there. The images were identical. The slashes across the chest. There was nothing there. Sage saw nothing. He would have sank to the ground if it weren't for Aiden.

Inside the building things began to become chaos. A woman screamed. The security team had guns trained on the dead man. He wasn't screaming anymore. He was dead. Just like in Nox's nightmares. Sage had never been privy to them, but he knew Nox dreamt about his mother's death. To see it in person, not over the parking lot video feed was different.

It had been hard on the twins. Sage left Aiden's side. He walked to the body. There was a smell of sulfur lingering. But other than the broken window and the claw marks there was nothing there. Sage swatted the air above the dead man and there was nothing. Nothing to hit, nothing to shoot. Nothing. There was nothing you could have done. Nothing...

Sage looked at Aiden and he felt fear greater than he had ever felt in his life. We couldn't do anything. Did you see anything?" He begged for an answer. He turned back to the man and scanned his horrified face to find out more about him. Why did he have to die this way? "Nox will know more. I..." Sage didn't want to tell Nox there was a hellhound in Moscow. But that was his job. He had to know.