A crunch sounded under my foot and I assumed that I stepped on glass. It was probably just a leftover drink. A slimy feeling brushed down my leg and wetted my leggings. I shuffled out the way and Ves steadied me. Another song came on and I let out my screams again, pausing momentarily when a hair raising scream emerged from nearby. I looked back for Vesper’s confirmation on whether or not he had heard it. He nodded. The hair on my body stood rigid, but I kept on singing. Another high pitch scream escaped, and I believed it was just annoying, drunk fans.
A slump body hovered next to us in a drunken stupor and landed against Vesper and me. Its face torn down the nose with one side missing skin. The half skeleton stained my arms with rivulets …show more content…
His eyes were completely white until his irises began flickered to red, gray, and then black. His eyes grew large at the man in front of him and his fist made contact with the guard’s face, creating impeccable damage. I controlled my breathing, the back of my head was wet with beads of sweat that dripped down. The guard gasped in agony and retaliated the blow, making impact with the other man’s hand when blocked the punch. At this angle, I realized the man in the ponytail was Celtic. I fought the urge to run out and watch the brawl unveil before me. I wanted to cry out for Celtic to kill him if he could.
A devilish smirk rested on the guard’s lips and he let out a fury of punches that targeted Celtic’s face. The Reaper and returned the move. He then kicked in the guard’s face and slammed him onto the ground.
The guard pulled Celtic down with him and flipped him over, slamming his head against the stage before disappearing behind it. Celtic leaped up after his attacker. I let out relieved sighs, my head falling back against Vesper.
“Celtic is here, because of the deaths. That guard must have been-”
“Yes.” Vesper …show more content…
The hardest part was finding my way back to Emma’s by sights. I only remembered her home being on Washington’s edge near a pond. It was too early in the morning for directions. Vesper’s frame hunched against his seat unconscious. Sebastian had the groups’ numbers, except he was probably at home asleep. I focused on the landmarks.
After an hour of lost driving, I found the hidden loft because of the inner lights that illuminated the whole home despite the hour. A train horn sounded, camouflaging the sound of the Jeep’s engine shutting off. I stepped out of the car and left Ves behind.
I pounded against the door, ashamed of the how rude an unexpected visit was at this time. Alexander answered with a peculiar look on his face.
“Hello Scarlett.” He greeted. “This is an odd hour for you to show. Although, I presume since your brother and friend are still here studying the maps, I shouldn’t be too surprised.”
“Sebastian and Alice are still here?”
He nodded. “Please come in.” He slid past my body to allow me inside and peeked out into the jeep.
“Are we bringing him in?”
“Not yet.” I rushed. “Where are the
A slump body hovered next to us in a drunken stupor and landed against Vesper and me. Its face torn down the nose with one side missing skin. The half skeleton stained my arms with rivulets …show more content…
His eyes were completely white until his irises began flickered to red, gray, and then black. His eyes grew large at the man in front of him and his fist made contact with the guard’s face, creating impeccable damage. I controlled my breathing, the back of my head was wet with beads of sweat that dripped down. The guard gasped in agony and retaliated the blow, making impact with the other man’s hand when blocked the punch. At this angle, I realized the man in the ponytail was Celtic. I fought the urge to run out and watch the brawl unveil before me. I wanted to cry out for Celtic to kill him if he could.
A devilish smirk rested on the guard’s lips and he let out a fury of punches that targeted Celtic’s face. The Reaper and returned the move. He then kicked in the guard’s face and slammed him onto the ground.
The guard pulled Celtic down with him and flipped him over, slamming his head against the stage before disappearing behind it. Celtic leaped up after his attacker. I let out relieved sighs, my head falling back against Vesper.
“Celtic is here, because of the deaths. That guard must have been-”
“Yes.” Vesper …show more content…
The hardest part was finding my way back to Emma’s by sights. I only remembered her home being on Washington’s edge near a pond. It was too early in the morning for directions. Vesper’s frame hunched against his seat unconscious. Sebastian had the groups’ numbers, except he was probably at home asleep. I focused on the landmarks.
After an hour of lost driving, I found the hidden loft because of the inner lights that illuminated the whole home despite the hour. A train horn sounded, camouflaging the sound of the Jeep’s engine shutting off. I stepped out of the car and left Ves behind.
I pounded against the door, ashamed of the how rude an unexpected visit was at this time. Alexander answered with a peculiar look on his face.
“Hello Scarlett.” He greeted. “This is an odd hour for you to show. Although, I presume since your brother and friend are still here studying the maps, I shouldn’t be too surprised.”
“Sebastian and Alice are still here?”
He nodded. “Please come in.” He slid past my body to allow me inside and peeked out into the jeep.
“Are we bringing him in?”
“Not yet.” I rushed. “Where are the