New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Lasher moved in front of Aiden as Sage pulled away, crossing the street. The other people that had been out and about were now either running away from or to the scene. Aiden held tightly to Lasher’s leash and looked uneasily to Elias, “Dude… You, uh, might want to make your storm rage thing happened… Whatever just happened over there was not normal.”Aiden’s own stomach was doing backflips, frontflips, and cartwheels. The flame that had manifested over his head split its self into 7 orbs, they swirled overhead in a circle, reflecting the anxiousness Aiden was now feeling. They swelled in size until they were about as big as two of Aiden’s hands put together. A few shrunk down to half the size and then expanded again.

                Sage called back to them and Aiden responded, “Yeah, didn’t see shit, Sage! What the fuck!? Are there invisible demons I don’t know about!? Or does someone around her have psychic telekinesis!? Either way, we better get the fuck out of here. You coming, Elias? Or are we going to walk into a death trap and see what else is in that building?” More screams came from beyond the broken window. Whatever had gotten that stranger, was now getting more people inside. “I don’t have a gun, I can’t make these damn flames do shit. Sticking around is a terrible idea. What happens when the authorities show up!? I cannot be connected to a man’s death! There is too much other shit people say about me. No. Fuck that, Sage. Call Nox or whoever. We either leave now, or call someone that can fix it… Unless you home some tricks up your sleeve, Elias?”