Family Day 40-02

Previous Chapter                                Next Chapter

The sound that emerged from Scout in that moment was as loud as I had ever heard the other girl be. She instantly threw herself that way. There was no hesitation at all before she was embracing her sister tightly. The twins clung to each other, making me realize once more just how much they had missed one another. That went on for a couple of seconds before I saw Scout’s head turn a little. Her eyes settled on Larissa, and she froze. Still clinging to her sister, her mouth open and shut a couple of times before she managed a weak, barely audible, “Mommy…”

The trembling hand that she was pressing against her own mouth did nothing to hide the broad, glorious smile on Larissa’s face. In a shaky voice, she replied, “Hello, Sarah.”

Then Scout was there. With a noise of joy and relief that was almost a sob, she lunged at her mother and grabbed on tight. Scout hugged her tightly, clinging for dear life while openly crying.

Feeling like I was intruding, I moved my wet eyes to look around the rest of the office. Gaia was there, along with Roxa. But I didn’t see the others. Biting my lip, I stepped that way and embraced the other girl. “You made it back.”

Roxa nodded, returning my hug. “Yep. Some of us anyway. Haiden’s at that Atherby camp having a reunion with his wife and kids as we speak.”

“And the others?” I asked quickly.

“They’re okay,” she assured me. “We used the Meregan transport thing, and apparently it was an earlier version of the one that you guys used before. A prototype. So it has to recharge after every few transports. Jazz and Gordon stayed with Dries, Jokai, Athena, and Apollo so we could come back. They’ll probably show up tomorrow. I was going to stay too, but they insisted I should come with. Especially after we found out… you know, about Rudolph.”

Her voice had gone quiet by the end, and she glanced past me. That was the reminder I needed that the rest of the team was here too, including Doug.

Turning that way, I saw the boy himself standing there staring with his mouth open. His voice was a whisper. “You’re alive. I mean, I knew you were alive. But still… you’re alive.”

Roxa’s face softened a bit and she stepped that way to embrace him tightly. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’m sorry I couldn’t help. So are Jazz and Gordon. We… we should’ve been here to help. We wanted to help with all of it.”

Doug’s head shook. “You guys had your own problems, your own… things to deal with.”

Sean took his turn for a hug with the girl then, while Gidget and Vulcan greeted each other by rubbing their heads together affectionately. And once more, I felt like I was intruding on something. When I glanced toward the twins and their mother, I saw that they were deep in conversation about something. Yeah, I definitely didn’t want to interrupt any of that. Instead, I looked toward Columbus, Avalon, and Doug. “Boy, when they advertised this as a day for family reunions, they weren’t exaggerating, were they?”

Honestly, and maybe a little strangely, I couldn’t even feel bad about the fact that I wouldn’t see my own mother that day. It felt too good to see Scout and Sands with theirs and to think about Vanessa and Tristan being reunited with both of their parents. Even seeing Sean and Doug with Roxa felt really good. As far as I was concerned, this was already a pretty great day.

We’ll get your mom back too, Tabbris assured me quickly. This just means we’ve got more help to do it.

Smiling inwardly, I agreed, Right, and we’ll definitely need the help. I guess all of this works pretty well as a recruitment drive, huh?

Avalon moved next to her adopted mother then, speaking a bit suspiciously. “Are you sure you didn’t find a way to deliberately time it like this? Because them showing up today of all days is pretty coincidental.”

Gaia chuckled low, shaking her head a little. “I assure you, I had nothing to do with the timing. And I sincerely doubt they would have waited just for this. Sometimes a coincidence is simply a coincidence. You will see a lot more of them as you get older.”

Roxa stepped back over to me then, her expression curious. “Do you still have, um, you know, your little friend?”

My hair turned pink then as Tabbris made my head nod, piping up, “I’m here. I’m glad you made it back!”

“Just a little signal we worked out,” I informed Roxa then while gesturing to my hair. “White or pink and it’s her talking. Same for my eyes. Better than trying to find a private place for her to pop out every time she wants to speak for herself.”

Rubbing my head then, I added out loud but to my partner, “That said, I know we planned on you staying here for the day, but if Haiden’s back and they’re all having some big reunion at the camp…”

“It’s okay,” she assured me, also speaking out loud by using my own mouth. “I’ll let them have some time, you know? I’ll go back later to see Mama and Papa Haiden.”

Papa Haiden, I noticed immediately. I had wondered what the other girl would refer to him as once they got back, given that she saw our father as, well, father.

That made another thought pop into my head, and I abruptly pointed to the nearby woman, blurting, “Larissa.”

Blinking once, she nodded. “Yes, that is my name.” She stepped over then to embrace me briefly. “I’m glad you made it back, Flick. Thank you for helping Sariel.”

I shrugged at that. “Trust me, she’s helped us just as much.” Then I added, “But you’re here. I mean you’re here, so does that mean you’re going to actually be here?” Realizing how confusing that might sound, I clarified, “I mean, are you going to officially be back?”

The woman grimaced a little before confirming, “Yes, I will officially be back from the dead. Which actually happens more than you might think around here. But still, Sands and I are going to have to go talk to the Committee. Gaia and Vanessa have already told us the story that’s going around, so we will make ours match that. I suppose I’ll be the Heretic who was stolen years ago so they could find a way to make their infiltration work. The guinea pig, if you will.”

She paused then, letting out a slow breath. “And then I will have to speak with Liam.” Her eyes got distant for a second as she gazed out at nothing before shaking herself. “Let’s just say it’s going to be a very eventful Family Day. But we will most certainly be back in time for the feast later.”

I wondered what was going to happen with her husband, and whether she would stay with him, or what. It was obvious that there were a lot of complicated feelings there, most of which were none of my business, despite my curiosity.

She was definitely right about one thing, however. This was absolutely going to be a long and interesting day.

*******

Most of that, of course, happened far away from me. I spent the day with Avalon, Columbus, Sean, and Doug as we went through what turned out to be a pretty fun event. There were parents and siblings everywhere, all over the school no matter where you looked. My fellow students were showing off things they made or had learned, taking their family members to various classrooms or to meet different teachers. Or, in many cases, to reunite with those teachers, given that some of them had taught not only their parents, but their parents’ parents and so on.

I ended up getting more than my share of long looks from those family members too, though I didn’t know how much of that was because they knew my actual history and how much was just from things they had heard this year. To be honest, there was plenty of ammunition for them to be curious about me just from the latter.

Either way, it was still a very fun day. We presented some projects, and even did a little bit of exhibition fighting to prepare for the main tournament that night.

I felt a little bad that my father couldn’t be there, of course. But Abigail showed up and found time to talk with me. She was, obviously, a subject of a lot of interest herself. I could see Ruthers’ stooge, Peterson Neal, lurking in the background to watch her now and then. I wondered just how much he knew about the situation, or if he was just blindly reporting back to Ruthers.

A little bit after lunch, I was taking a break with the others, sitting against a tree on the grounds while watching the crowds all over the place. “Well,” I remarked, “I don’t know about you guys, but I think I kind of like Family Day. It’s fun.” While speaking, I reached out to rub Vulcan’s head. “I wonder how Roxa’s doing.”

The other girl had been spending the time reuniting with her own ‘family’, her pack. They had apparently missed Roxa a lot, since I had heard that they were having some huge party to celebrate her return. It was going to be going on all day and night, and we had been invited to drop by later after things were done here.

Sean chuckled at that, holding up his phone. “Well, if her texts are anything to go by, they’re basically throwing the party of the century. They’ve got a whole bunch of other weres and they’re throwing the bash in some old airplane hanger in the middle of nowhere. Makes it so they don’t have to worry about offending any neighbors and can really cut loose.”

With a very slight smile, Columbus remarked, “You sure we should go over there later? All those weres might object to a few Heretics showing up to ruin their fun. I’d hate to turn a party into a fight just out of some misunderstandings.”

“Mateo and Roxa said they’ve got things under control on that front,” Sean assured us.

“Hey,” I started, “speaking of which, what about your family?” As soon as the question was out of my mouth, I regretted it.

Sean shrugged. “Uncle Sebastian should be back soon. He just wanted to go help Mateo get their thing started. As for Mom and Dad, or Ian, ahhh, let’s just say if they showed up here I would suggest we put them through all the possession tests we’ve got.”

I winced inwardly, but couldn’t think of what to say to that. Sean rarely, if ever talked about his parents or brother. I didn’t know what their deal was, or why they tended to completely ignore him to the point of not even showing up to this thing. But I did kind of want to go find them and shake all three as hard as I could. Sean deserved better than that.

Avalon nudged me with her foot, a thoughtful frown knitting her brow. “How do you think things are going with the Masons?”

Biting my lip, I shrugged. “I wish I knew,” I admitted. “Do you think Larissa will stay with Liam, or not?”

“Boy,” Sean muttered, “class is gonna be really awkward if she doesn’t.” Belatedly, he added a quick, “Not that she should, or anything. I’m just saying. It’s… you know what, never mind. I’m just going to sit over here and enjoy the taste of sneaker.”

Snickering, I use two fingers to poke the boy in the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’re all really familiar with the taste. And we get what you mean.”

Deveron strolled up then, grunting as he took a seat on the grass. “Well,” he started, “this whole thing hasn’t changed much since I was here the first time.”

“Really?” I teased, “In that case, it must’ve been really confusing to see so many cell phones back in 1918.”

He made a face at me before chuckling. “Okay, okay, maybe some things have changed.” His expression sobered then. “But not enough of the right things.”

“Gaia’s working on it,” I reminded him. “Actually, we’re all kind of working on it. Just a little at a time.”

Deveron looked like he was going to say something else to that, but thought better of it. Instead, he simply gave a short nod. “Yeah, we’re working it.

“But just for the record, conservative estimate, there’s about twenty people here that I really want to punch in the face.”

******

Later that evening, we were all sitting outside at one of the tables that had been set up. With all the families here, it would’ve been entirely too crowded in the cafeteria. So everybody was out here, with tables that were stretched across the whole grounds.

I could see so many people. Zeke was there with his mom, of course. I saw Erin with a man who was apparently her father, Doug over at a table with Sulan, Sean with his uncle, or even some students who had both parents and siblings there. Nearby, I saw Shiori’s roommate Rebecca with both of her parents and a small, brown-haired woman named Lillian Patters, who was apparently her grandmother.

She was also someone that I desperately wanted to talk to. Because as soon as she had shown up, Deveron took me aside and told me that Lillian Patters had been on the same team back in school as him and Mom. More, she had been Mom’s best friend in school and her roommate. Which explained why Lillian was my middle name. Felicity Lillian Chambers. Somehow, in the same way that Abigail had retained enough of her birth name of Koren to give it to her own daughter, Mom had remembered the name of her best friend and gave it to me.

But Lillian didn’t remember. I saw it in her eyes when she glanced our way, lingering only for a brief moment before moving on. She was curious about me, but clearly only from what she’d heard. They’d wiped her memory just like so many others. Another thing that they had erased and thrown away in their zeal to end the rebellion against their genocidal campaign.

That was a problem for later though. Right now, it was all about families. Even Sands and Scout were at a table with their mom, which… boy howdy had that ever brought a lot of questions from basically everybody. Their table was almost completely surrounded by people who wanted to know what was going on, and where Larissa had been.

Liam wasn’t there. I actually hadn’t seen him all day. Which made me all kinds of curious, but I didn’t have a prayer of getting near them to ask what was going on. I was just going to have to wait until later for answers.

And speaking of those who were attracting attention, the other twins, Vanessa and Tristan, were there with their dad. Haiden had apparently given an explanation similar to Larissa’s about how he was taken years back. He was still considered an Eden’s Garden Heretic, but was there as Gaia’s guest for his kids. And Sariel was there too, possessing her husband. That was an idea that had been given to them by Tabbris before the girl had gone back to the Atherby camp.

Yeah, Tabbris wasn’t here at the moment. I’d told her that she should stay with our dad that night. I’d have her with me all day, and I knew he felt bad about not being able to come to this. So I asked her to stick around at the camp and keep him company. It has felt like the least I could do.

In all, it had been a very busy and complicated day. But still fun. And it was pretty appropriate that all these reunions were happening on this particular day. Even if a lot of it was happening away from me, which was murder on my curiosity. I really wanted to know what was going on with the Masons.

But, eh, I was just going to have to wait. Maybe I’d get a chance to talk with them and catch up while the big tournament was going on.

Professor Dare also wasn’t there. She’d decided to spend the evening with Tangle and Kohaku somewhere else. Tangle wasn’t ready to face people yet, and Kohaku didn’t want to be around the school either. So Dare was keeping them company.

People who had family members were eating in one area while those of us who didn’t sat together with our teams. Which basically left me sitting with Columbus and Avalon, though Shiori had joined us and was sitting between Columbus and me. We were all enjoying dinner. Or rather… everyone else was.

Making a face, I announced, “I think Chef Escalan might be a little overwhelmed right now.”

Avalon looked to me, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?” She asked the question while pointedly ignoring all the people who were staring at her, both other students and adults. If anything, having all these people around who had never met the girl had only increased the number of stares she was getting. I had thought that people might be too busy and distracted once the day got underway, but well, apparently not.

“Well,” I started before turning my plate around to show her, “mostly because my chicken looks raw. I don’t think it even made it to the stove.”

Shiori made a face, poking the raw chicken with her napkin. “Remind me not to share with you tonight. It looks like that chicken forgot it was fry-day.”

“Oh lord,” Avalon groaned. “You gave her an excuse to make chicken puns.”

Grinning, the other girl solemnly replied, “You should tell one of the teachers about it. After all, I’m sure you’re feeling pretty peckish.”

Throwing a napkin at her for that one, I picked myself up. “That was bad. It’s okay. I’ll just go trade it in. I’m sure it was a mistake. I mean look at all these people, he’s got to be overworked right now.”

Columbus shrugged then. “Maybe his age is just catching up with him, you know? From what Scout was saying before, his food was even better when they were little.”

“If his food used to be even better than it is now,” I pointed out, “I almost wish I came here years ago.”

Giving first Shiori, then Avalon each a quick kiss, I promised to be right back and headed in with my plate.

As loud and busy as the outside was, the actual cafeteria was pretty quiet. The tables still had some supplies on them from reports and exhibitions that been going on earlier, but for the most part, the place was emptier than I usually saw it during the day.

Holding my plate in one hand, I hesitantly stepped through the open doorway into the kitchen, giving a short knock against the door jam. “Hey,” I spoke up. “Um, Chef, sir? I know you’re really busy, and I don’t want to complain, but my food is kind of… not cooked?”

I had been in the kitchen a couple of times that year, but only very rarely, as it really felt like an off-limits place. Even more so than some of the places that really should have been off-limits, really. Chef Escalan guarded his domain like a king protecting his treasury.

The place was pretty big, like a restaurant kitchen. I knew that Escalan had assistants, though I’d rarely seen them. And none of them were there now. Which was weird, considering how much work this dinner was supposed to be. A few steps in, and I stopped to blink around the empty, mostly stainless steel interior. Everything was super clean, with cooking implements laid out over the counters, and ingredients ready to go. But nobody was there. The place was quiet.

“Ah, there you are.”

The voice came from behind me, and I turned to find the chef himself standing there by the door that I had just come through. He had his apron tucked under his arm. “I was almost afraid that you might have been silly enough to try to eat that raw chicken anyway. And wouldn’t that be egg on my face?” His words were light, but there was something about the way he said it, and the way he was looking at me, that made me take a reflexive step back as a strange chill ran through me. Wait… I might not have spoken to the chef directly that much, but I knew he had an accent. A heavy accent.

“You mean you didn’t cook it on purpose?” Even as I spoke, my hand was dipping into my pocket to hit the emergency alert on my phone that would call Tabbris, as well as let everyone know that something was wrong.

Escalan gave me a brief look as if I had insulted him. “Please. Your communications were blocked the moment you came in here. And yes, I did what I could to ensure that you did not eat any of the food.”

He gave me a slight smile then, a smile that renewed the chill that had run down my spine. “Because we can’t have you eating any of that very special feast. After all, I did promise that I would cause no harm to come to you.”

And then I knew the truth. I knew that there was nothing I could do for Chef Escalan. There with nothing I could do for him, because he was already dead, and likely had been for quite a while. He was dead, and someone else was controlling him, speaking through him. The dread and horror that I felt then was audible in my voice as I spoke a single word.

“Fossor.”

Previous Chapter                                Next Chapter

Advertisements

28 comments

  1. Oh, right, Fossor exists and therefore can’t allow anyone to be happy for two seconds. What a colossal dick.

    Anyway, thanks for reading, you guys! I do hope you enjoyed that… or most of it anyway, and that the last bit makes you interested in seeing what’s coming next. 😉 And hey, if you are, maybe give a quick click right here to vote for this story on Top Web Fiction? Thanks again!

    Tags for this chapter are: Avalon Sinclaire, Chef Escalan, Columbus Porter, Deveron Adams, Douglas Frey, Felicity Chambers, Flick, Fossor, Gaia Sinclaire, Larissa Mason, Okay But If Sands And Scout Remember The Food Being Better When They Were Little‚ Exactly How Long Was Fossor Planning This?, Roxa Pittman, Sands, Scout, Sean Gerardo, Shiori Porter, Sorry‚ Deveron‚ Turns Out Letting You Punch People In The Face Might’ve Made The Day Turn Out Better., Tabbris

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Okay But If Sands And Scout Remember The Food Being Better When They Were Little‚ Exactly How Long Was Fossor Planning This?

    That’s the question, isn’t it? Was he planning this before or after he took Joselyn? Is getting Flick to come to the kitchen really to make sure she isn’t harmed or is it just for him to gloat? What else has he done and prepared for if he had Escalan for so long?

    And Liam’s absence has me worried that Ruthers’ camp is planning to do something today. I guess that wouldn’t be all bad if it interferes with this… but I also think Fossor May have been manipulating Ruthers for awhile. He’s apparently had years.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Nothing prevents him from having two goals. It’s perfectly acceptable for a necromancer to use one corpse to make two more.
      Or several more.

      Like

      1. Oh damn, I just realized. She’s going to end up giving away that she has some necromantic powers in an effort to get away from the cook and warn people. So much for my vision of her surprising Fossor just long enough to make him step on bare earth.

        Like

  3. And now we get to find out how Fossor is going to kill every Crossroads Heretic at once unless future Flick gets sent back in time to stop him. I suppose I should go look for the chapter, but …

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I’m pretty confidant this isn’t that plan. There are a lot more Heretics at the island than usual, but hardly every one. And that plan involves killing all the Eden’a Garden Heretics too, of which there are only a handful present.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Right, because this could very well be preparation for that.

        I still think the primary objective is something more immediate, creating chaos. But laying the groundwork for the Hereticide might be an equally primary part… can you have equally primary parts of a plan? I mean, you can tie for first in a race.

        Like

  4. uaehfjirhfokardhjtoiprjfter fck I knew something like thsis was goning to hppen, there just wasn’t anyway that it wou;dn’t after this chapter and the previous one.
    (typos left in intentionally, but not caused intentionally)

    Like

  5. God dammit keep forgetting fossor exists all those plots going on make it hard to keep track, will have to make another read through and make a cheat sheet to keep track of it all

    Liked by 1 person

  6. So like… What would have happened if Flick had been like “Well, sure, this LOOKS like raw chicken, but I trust Chef Escalan. *Munching* He knows what he’s…….. BLAAAAAARGH”.
    Fossor, you might have gotten lucky with Ruthers and the plague thingy, but elaborate plans are NOT your strong suit. Better team up with Lex Luthor or something. 😛

    Like

  7. Well damn. I had my money in the chef being the other big bad instead. At least I don’t have to worry about my chekov character radar being on the fritz.

    Like

    1. Which other big bad? Denuvus? The Great Evil who’s been chasing Dare? Some minion of the Fomorians? A Seosten we don’t know about?

      Like

  8. Once again, Crossroads security. Proving phenomenal cosmic power means having security a bored and intelligent nine-year-old can subvert. Fossor sneaking into this place and causing mayhem really ISN’T a high bar to get over, after all. His whacko pre-teen sonny-dearest managed it, numerous murderers and kidnappers have managed it, Avalon’s brain-dead vampire father managed it…

    And yet, the Committee never, EVER stops to consider “Hmm, perhaps a top-down independent review of Crossroads security is in order. It leaks, like a SIEVE, and we ARE both training the next generation of Humanity’s Only Hope ™ AND acting as a major hub for coordinating Earth-side Heretic operations here.

    I mean, WOW…after the revelation that their CHIEF OF SECURITY was compromised, you’d think even an IDIOT would be insisting on change. The fact they believe they’ve eliminated “The” Big Security Threat in no way means ***AN*** independent security-threat (Like a subverted Escalan) cannot also exist.

    I am truly beginning to wonder how the majority of adult Heretics with lifespans in excess of a mortal lifetime have lived that long. This probably wasn’t even the least bit DIFFICULT for Fossor!

    Like

    1. … Err, let’s be fair, you really have no idea how difficult it was for Fossor, given that it happened over the course of a very long time. And likely, at least at first, involved the exact same connection to the Heretical Edge that Ammon used. You know, the one through Joselyn?

      You are kind of being unfair and unreasonable here, using examples that are blatantly wrong or misleading. Avalon’s father managed it? Avalon’s father never entered the schoolgrounds. And beyond that, he had the help of the Seosten themselves, who BUILT AND DESIGNED CROSSROADS WITH BACKDOORS BUILT INTO IT FOR THEMSELVES from the ground up. I can’t SAY THAT enough times or loudly enough. And ‘numerous murderers and kidnappers have managed it’? Who? Beyond Seosten who built themselves a back door, people connected to them, or a special case like Fossor, who?

      And it’s been like a week. Seriously. Never mind that the fact that Escalan was taken by Fossor many, many, MANY weeks before this one, thus nothing they’ve done since that point would have changed anything…

      Basically, you’re free to think anything you want. But you’re sort of drastically inflating and seem to be a bit misleading about things in how you’ve said it there.

      Edit: Also, bored and intelligent nine year old? You mean the one with mind control superpowers and a secret connection to the Heretical Edge itself through his mother?

      Like

    2. It doesn’t help that the literal person in charge of security for Crossroads society as a whole is possessed. Elisabet would need to be the one to enact any security review, and the most she’ll do is pretend to while not actually removing the backdoors the Seosten used to get in.

      Like

  9. “And Sariel was there too, possessing her husband. That was an idea that had been given to them by Tabbris before the girl had gone back to the Atherby camp.”
    Ah, Seosten marriages. Where you can take that old “and the two shall become one flesh” line literally.

    Like

  10. You know the one thing I haven’t seen from a friendly Seosten is resistance training, as in giving a host a chance should a hostile Seosten take over. When they have a free moment, Tabbris could focus on keeping Flick’s hand on a table while she tries to lift it. Tabbris could start with not trying too hard to start so that Flick would have a fighting chance and learn what it feels like to succeed and gradually increase her concentration as Flick gains strength and skill. Granted, she’d probably apologize through every lesson and for hours afterward for forcing her host to do something against her will, even though she had explicit permission to do so…

    Like

    1. Yeah, I can’t imagine Tabbris being remotely comfortable with that. But maybe Vanessa and/or Tristan could try to help Flick with resisting possession. And any of the three of them might be okay with helping others.

      Like

  11. >She paused then, letting out a slow breath. “And then I will have to speak with Liam.” Her eyes got distant for a second as she gazed out at nothing before shaking herself. “Let’s just say it’s going to be a very eventful Family Day. But we will most certainly be back in time for the feast later.”
    I wondered what was going to happen with her husband, and whether she would stay with him, or what. It was obvious that there were a lot of complicated feelings there, most of which were none of my business, despite my curiosity.

    Whatever happens, it will almost certainly involve harsh and direct language towards Liam. From there? Anyone’s guess.

    >Deveron looked like he was going to say something else to that, but thought better of it. Instead, he simply gave a short nod. “Yeah, we’re working it.
    “But just for the record, conservative estimate, there’s about twenty people here that I really want to punch in the face.”

    Only twenty? Hm, could be worse. :V

    >And then I knew the truth. I knew that there was nothing I could do for Chef Escalan. There with nothing I could do for him, because he was already dead, and likely had been for quite a while. He was dead, and someone else was controlling him, speaking through him. The dread and horror that I felt then was audible in my voice as I spoke a single word.
    “Fossor.”

    …*sigh* Of course Fossor would choose to show up on Family Day. And now I wonder just when Fossor murdered Escalan. During Flick’s extended stay in Seosten space? Before that? Maybe even before she started attending Crossroads? In any event, now to guess why he chose to contact Flick. A reminder of her borrowed time further slipping away? Perhaps a message from Joselyn? Hmm.

    Nice update.

    Like

  12. I wonder how exactly it would have helped for Deveron to have started punching people. Maybe just the commotion that would have caused would have thrown off Fossor’s plans?

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s