Are you here to antagonize me?” Bastion snapped.
”No, I jus-“ Veronica begins.
”I mean, last time I visited you, you practically kicked me out.” Bastion said “Perhaps I’ll return the favour.” Veronica sighed, looking at Bastion.
”This was another person I knew, Sebastian.” Veronica sighs, then puts her head in her hands. “I'm sorry, I just… it’s my sister.” Bastion pauses at the news. “She was right there. She was round my house, we were playing and… talking, and then she left. And she ended up dead.” Bastion looks to the ground. “I didn’t know… I… I'm sorry, I-“
”She was a good person. She didn’t deserve this…” Veronica says, sadly. She didn’t seem to be crying, which he’d expect off a girl, but he figured she was probably less emotional than most. Bastion thought about the medallion, the one he took from the dead girl. “Was I wrong?” He thought. “Is the medallion simply a sign of love between sisters? Was I thinking too much into the whole thing.”
”She didn’t deserve this. She was a good person, worked with animals, donated to charity. So sweet, she was… She had a family who loved her dearly…” Veronica continues. Bastion got out of his seat and knelt in front of Veronica, and held the medallion in front of her. “This was on her. The medallion is a match to yours… I thought it could help me in the investigation, I swear I wasn’t looting her, I-“ Bastion begins pleading his case sympathetically, but is cut off as Veronica snatches the medallion. “Many thanks, now keep your nose out of this.” She says, face dry in her usual, close to angry, expressionless face, then she gets up, and heads for the door. Bastion knelt there, stunned for a few seconds, then he regains himself quickly. “Wait. Wait a second, what the hell?” Bastion begins, running into the corridor, but it was too late. Veronica was out the door, and gone, rushing off down the road. “What the fuck was...” Bastion began, at a loss for words. What had happened? Was he tricked, or did Veronica have a strange sense of sorrow? Was that an act? Does she actually have a sister? If she did, surely she would have taken days off, even have people around the school gossiping and surrounding her like they did to him. “Ah, SHIT!” Bastion shouts, losing his cool, kicking the wall of hid corridor. He paces back and forth, thinking about this. Shall he chase her down, and take the amulet? No, that would be bad, especially in broad daylight. It could look like a mugging, she could scream and cry… or she might even hurt him, who knows, she’s one of the few in the whole city that glows like that. He couldn’t call the police, because he had stolen evidence from the crime scene, and kept it stashed in his sock. In the end, Bastion sighs, back against the wall, cooling off… then decides to rein it in, and give up. He’ll have to do without the medallion, even if it was crucial for looking out for the killer during times away from the haven. He decides to sit back down, and watch the history channel.
”Bastion!” Vander called, running up to Bastion, after another day of school. Bastion was headed right for the Haven in haste, walking fast down the wet, dreary streets, stepping in puddles and feeling small splatters of water go up his trouser and hit his legs. He didn’t have any lessons with Veronica today, although she was present, and she was avoiding Bastion like he had the plague, and since she had taken the Medallion from him, he had no way to stay at home and spy on the killer. He was passing by his house, when his next door neighbour practically barged through his own door to grab his attention. Bastion practically skidded in the rain to stop his movement, almost slipping forward flat on his face. He turned and looked toward Vander, who was still getting changed into his casual clothes. “C’mere!” Vander shouted, signalling Bastion over toward the door. Bastion
”No, I jus-“ Veronica begins.
”I mean, last time I visited you, you practically kicked me out.” Bastion said “Perhaps I’ll return the favour.” Veronica sighed, looking at Bastion.
”This was another person I knew, Sebastian.” Veronica sighs, then puts her head in her hands. “I'm sorry, I just… it’s my sister.” Bastion pauses at the news. “She was right there. She was round my house, we were playing and… talking, and then she left. And she ended up dead.” Bastion looks to the ground. “I didn’t know… I… I'm sorry, I-“
”She was a good person. She didn’t deserve this…” Veronica says, sadly. She didn’t seem to be crying, which he’d expect off a girl, but he figured she was probably less emotional than most. Bastion thought about the medallion, the one he took from the dead girl. “Was I wrong?” He thought. “Is the medallion simply a sign of love between sisters? Was I thinking too much into the whole thing.”
”She didn’t deserve this. She was a good person, worked with animals, donated to charity. So sweet, she was… She had a family who loved her dearly…” Veronica continues. Bastion got out of his seat and knelt in front of Veronica, and held the medallion in front of her. “This was on her. The medallion is a match to yours… I thought it could help me in the investigation, I swear I wasn’t looting her, I-“ Bastion begins pleading his case sympathetically, but is cut off as Veronica snatches the medallion. “Many thanks, now keep your nose out of this.” She says, face dry in her usual, close to angry, expressionless face, then she gets up, and heads for the door. Bastion knelt there, stunned for a few seconds, then he regains himself quickly. “Wait. Wait a second, what the hell?” Bastion begins, running into the corridor, but it was too late. Veronica was out the door, and gone, rushing off down the road. “What the fuck was...” Bastion began, at a loss for words. What had happened? Was he tricked, or did Veronica have a strange sense of sorrow? Was that an act? Does she actually have a sister? If she did, surely she would have taken days off, even have people around the school gossiping and surrounding her like they did to him. “Ah, SHIT!” Bastion shouts, losing his cool, kicking the wall of hid corridor. He paces back and forth, thinking about this. Shall he chase her down, and take the amulet? No, that would be bad, especially in broad daylight. It could look like a mugging, she could scream and cry… or she might even hurt him, who knows, she’s one of the few in the whole city that glows like that. He couldn’t call the police, because he had stolen evidence from the crime scene, and kept it stashed in his sock. In the end, Bastion sighs, back against the wall, cooling off… then decides to rein it in, and give up. He’ll have to do without the medallion, even if it was crucial for looking out for the killer during times away from the haven. He decides to sit back down, and watch the history channel.
”Bastion!” Vander called, running up to Bastion, after another day of school. Bastion was headed right for the Haven in haste, walking fast down the wet, dreary streets, stepping in puddles and feeling small splatters of water go up his trouser and hit his legs. He didn’t have any lessons with Veronica today, although she was present, and she was avoiding Bastion like he had the plague, and since she had taken the Medallion from him, he had no way to stay at home and spy on the killer. He was passing by his house, when his next door neighbour practically barged through his own door to grab his attention. Bastion practically skidded in the rain to stop his movement, almost slipping forward flat on his face. He turned and looked toward Vander, who was still getting changed into his casual clothes. “C’mere!” Vander shouted, signalling Bastion over toward the door. Bastion
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