06-21-2019, 12:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2019, 12:37 AM by Aiden Finnegan.)
((continued from Finding Rowan))
“We’re pulling up now, Boss,” Cooper called over his shoulder as Aiden’s eyes fluttered open.
Sage had been the perfect gentleman and had not moved a muscle during Aiden’s nap. There was even a wet patch on Sage’s shoulder, no doubt caused by the spittle that had been drooling from Aiden’s open mouth. He grabbed a tissue and began blotting at the spot.
“Oh, God, sorry babe,” Aiden fussed, biting at his bottom lip.
The sun was well below the horizon now and the small little building loomed ahead of them. It looked even tinier in person. There was now little doubt that the shed was simply a front for the entrance to a larger building…
Either that or this really was a tool shed and they just hid Rowan’s body here…
Neither thought brought much comfort to Aiden. He fussed at Sage’s shirt, suddenly doubting his inclination to be here. Really, what were the odds that they would make it out alive?
For God’s sake, keep a grip on yourself, Aiden, he thought to himself, you can control the winds and ride with the lightning.
True, there could be people in there with weapons or other Channelers that could-
Aiden shook himself, chasing that line of thought away. He finished with Sage’s shirt and looked up at him, smiling uneasily. The limo came to a halt halfway down the street that lead to an empty lot containing the tiny shack ahead. The dilapidated buildings towered over them, no doubt once meant to house countless businesses and office workers. Now they just looked like big, brick ghosts; invisible faces staring from behind the shattered window panes above and around. Goosebumps covered Aiden and he turned from Sage, looking out the front window, his brow furrowed heavily
“…Babe? Do you know if anyone else is in that tiny shack thing beside my sister… and maybe the evil queen and her scramble-faced beau?”
He wasn't sure what they would do now. They couldn't just knock... Could they?
“We’re pulling up now, Boss,” Cooper called over his shoulder as Aiden’s eyes fluttered open.
Sage had been the perfect gentleman and had not moved a muscle during Aiden’s nap. There was even a wet patch on Sage’s shoulder, no doubt caused by the spittle that had been drooling from Aiden’s open mouth. He grabbed a tissue and began blotting at the spot.
“Oh, God, sorry babe,” Aiden fussed, biting at his bottom lip.
The sun was well below the horizon now and the small little building loomed ahead of them. It looked even tinier in person. There was now little doubt that the shed was simply a front for the entrance to a larger building…
Either that or this really was a tool shed and they just hid Rowan’s body here…
Neither thought brought much comfort to Aiden. He fussed at Sage’s shirt, suddenly doubting his inclination to be here. Really, what were the odds that they would make it out alive?
For God’s sake, keep a grip on yourself, Aiden, he thought to himself, you can control the winds and ride with the lightning.
True, there could be people in there with weapons or other Channelers that could-
Aiden shook himself, chasing that line of thought away. He finished with Sage’s shirt and looked up at him, smiling uneasily. The limo came to a halt halfway down the street that lead to an empty lot containing the tiny shack ahead. The dilapidated buildings towered over them, no doubt once meant to house countless businesses and office workers. Now they just looked like big, brick ghosts; invisible faces staring from behind the shattered window panes above and around. Goosebumps covered Aiden and he turned from Sage, looking out the front window, his brow furrowed heavily
“…Babe? Do you know if anyone else is in that tiny shack thing beside my sister… and maybe the evil queen and her scramble-faced beau?”
He wasn't sure what they would do now. They couldn't just knock... Could they?
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