more power within the medallion, closing his eyes and focusing again, but it was no use, he only got tiny flashes of glowing presences. He sighs, slumping back in his couch, now having to wait for his mother to get home before he could continue spying on the killer, waiting for his next move. He decided to turn on the TV, on the news, to see if there was any additional news on the killings. Turns out there wasn’t, but Bastion was being mentioned as an unidentified witness, although he hardly saw anything. Looking around the room, Bastion tries to think of something to take his obsessive mind of the killings, to dig his claws into. Perhaps reading? Perhaps he should go on the computer, and play some games? He sighs as the possibilities seem to be lost on him… then he catches something in his eye. He squints, trying to figure out what it was, near the window. But he doesn’t see it. But… then he sees it again, something glowing… Then, Bastion realizes, he’s not seeing something with his eyes open… but rather, with them closed, while he’s blinking. So, he closes his eyes, and sees one, singular glowing figure, and knows exactly who it is, right away. Veronica. And she was passing near his house. He jolted out of his seat, and closed the curtains to his living room before Veronica could come into view of the windows, then he closed his eyes, watching as she appeared, passing behind the small wall. He figures she’d just continue… when she stops, at the iron, paint encrusted, gates. Bastion hoped that she’d just turn, and walk away, like some sort of flesh, eating monster from a horror movie, trying to sniff out it’s prey, but instead, she opens the gates and makes her way toward the door. Bastion curses, taking a step back, then looks at the medallion. “What now? Can’t just give you up?” Bastion thinks to himself, and hides the medallion in his back pocket.
The doorbell rang as Bastion headed for the door. “Coming!” He shouted, entering his hallway and walking to the door. He stops in front of it and draws a deep breath, then opens the door slightly, peeking his head out to a rather pale, expressionless Veronica, though it was clear she was not all that happy. She didn’t have her school clothes on, so she had literally walked here in her black blouse and long skirt. Might as well of wore a bonnet too, and spoke like Mary Poppins. “Oh…Veronica!” Bastion exclaims, acting surprised, following his act with an embarrassed chuckle. “What, uh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Bastion asks. Veronica looks around for anybody watching, then asks “Your home, correct?” Bastion pauses for a second, then Veronica answers. “May I come in? I have a query.” Bastion cursed under his breath, as he submitted and letting her in, knowing that his mother would have been angry for not inviting her in, in the first place. “Come on in.” He says reluctantly, as Veronica took off her shoes and entered. Only now does he really notice how small she actually is, the tip of her head only really comes up to his chin. “Come on in here.” Bastion says, ushering her inside, sitting her down in the living room, in his mother’s armchair then pouring her a cup of tea in the kitchen. Bastion walks into the living room with the tea, and passes to a surprised Veronica, who thanks him awkwardly, and then he sits down at an adjacent couch. “So, uhh. What can I help you with?” Bastion asks. Veronica sips the tea, and puts in down on the coffee table.
”Well… I just wanted to ask you about the murder…” Veronica says “What did you see, exactly?” Bastion sat there, puzzled by her question. “I can’t tell you anymore than I told the police, I'm afraid. Even if I could, I doubt I’d actually be allowed to. I was there when the blood was still fresh and hot, but I saw nobody.”
”I see.” Veronica said “Somehow, I doubt that.” Bastion frowns.
”You know, you don’t seem to like me much.
The doorbell rang as Bastion headed for the door. “Coming!” He shouted, entering his hallway and walking to the door. He stops in front of it and draws a deep breath, then opens the door slightly, peeking his head out to a rather pale, expressionless Veronica, though it was clear she was not all that happy. She didn’t have her school clothes on, so she had literally walked here in her black blouse and long skirt. Might as well of wore a bonnet too, and spoke like Mary Poppins. “Oh…Veronica!” Bastion exclaims, acting surprised, following his act with an embarrassed chuckle. “What, uh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Bastion asks. Veronica looks around for anybody watching, then asks “Your home, correct?” Bastion pauses for a second, then Veronica answers. “May I come in? I have a query.” Bastion cursed under his breath, as he submitted and letting her in, knowing that his mother would have been angry for not inviting her in, in the first place. “Come on in.” He says reluctantly, as Veronica took off her shoes and entered. Only now does he really notice how small she actually is, the tip of her head only really comes up to his chin. “Come on in here.” Bastion says, ushering her inside, sitting her down in the living room, in his mother’s armchair then pouring her a cup of tea in the kitchen. Bastion walks into the living room with the tea, and passes to a surprised Veronica, who thanks him awkwardly, and then he sits down at an adjacent couch. “So, uhh. What can I help you with?” Bastion asks. Veronica sips the tea, and puts in down on the coffee table.
”Well… I just wanted to ask you about the murder…” Veronica says “What did you see, exactly?” Bastion sat there, puzzled by her question. “I can’t tell you anymore than I told the police, I'm afraid. Even if I could, I doubt I’d actually be allowed to. I was there when the blood was still fresh and hot, but I saw nobody.”
”I see.” Veronica said “Somehow, I doubt that.” Bastion frowns.
”You know, you don’t seem to like me much.
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