complied and walked grudgingly toward the door, looking his friend in the eye as he sighed and got ready for an apology, “Hey, look man. I'm sorry about yesterday, yeah?” Vander sighs. “Look, it’s just. We’ve known each other for the longest time, man. You’ve known me to flip out at random stuff when it concerns you, and… probably only that. You’re like a brother to me… I just don’t want anything to happen to you, is all.” Vander admits, looking at the floor embarrassed. Bastion bites his lip, making Vander laugh as he realizes how stupid he sounds. “Ah, shit, man.” Vander laughs “Look, are we good? We cool?” He says, as he outstretches his hand in peace.
”Yeah, we’re alright.” Bastion smiles, taking his hand.
”Hehe, hey, you wanna come in man?” Vander asks, opening the door wider, revealing that he was wearing loose pants that required a belt, and no shirt. Bastion laughed and said “No, no thanks, I got to go, and I don’t wanna get cholophormed”
”Yeah, well, at least it’s humane, unlike you.” Vander teased, though Bastion didn’t get it, he frowned. “I heard crying next door yesterday, then I saw a girl in black storming off. What’d she do, kick you in the balls to get away from your touchy feely paws?” Bastion was at a loss for words. ”Err…” Bastion began.
”Ah. I wasn’t supposed to see that, huh?” Vander asked. “Well, whatever, it’s cool, it’s cool. Just… I won’t say shit about it” He laughs, as he bidded Bastion farewell, and shut the door. Bastion turned around and got ready to leave, cursing under his breath. Did Vander see Veronica leaving, with the medallion? Then again, he didn’t actually recognize her, since she went off to her left, while Vander’s house is on the right, and she wasn’t in uniform, she was in Victorian clothes. That alone MUST have tipped him off, right? Perhaps it’s nothing to worry about, but it’s something to take into account.
Bastion pushes himself through the hole in the fence of his Haven, and scrambles to the platform. He closes his eyes, trying to detect the glowing figures, and easily enough, there they were. As they came into view, though, he saw number 3 again. Only number 3 was headed into town, and then he disappeared once again. “Who is this guy?” Bastion thought, as every time that he’s seen him, he’s disappeared. Does he know he’s being spied on? Perhaps he’s special? Whatever the reason for his disappearances, it didn’t matter. He was looking for the killer, not some mystery man. The mystery man vanished from his man when Bastion spotted something soon after that made his heart sink. Number 4 and number 2… they were both in the abandoned apartment that number 4 was spending so much time in. Number 2 was tied up, and as he focused, he saw that the killer was speaking to him. Bastion panicked. The apartments were a small ways off on the other side of town, perhaps 8 minutes till he gets there, or is it too late already? Is it better to simply listen in for information? The killer is dangerous, and he’s likely not going to kill in his apartment, he’s likely going to take him someplace else, brainwash him like he did to the girl that Bastion stumbled across, so he does have time to save him. Would it be better to call the police? He patted himself down for his mobile phone, and realised he never took it with him. Should he run home, call the police? Then again, he didn’t know exactly where the apartment was, everything except for silhouettes were dark. He’d have to get close and actually find the address if he wanted to call the police on the house. And even then, if he’s too late… Bastion cursed, and his mind is made up as he sees the killer stick his finger into a wound on the man’s stomach, and twist it, and if Bastion had focused just a little more, he would have heard number 2 moan in pain, voice muffling over the tape on his mouth. The mere thought of
”Yeah, we’re alright.” Bastion smiles, taking his hand.
”Hehe, hey, you wanna come in man?” Vander asks, opening the door wider, revealing that he was wearing loose pants that required a belt, and no shirt. Bastion laughed and said “No, no thanks, I got to go, and I don’t wanna get cholophormed”
”Yeah, well, at least it’s humane, unlike you.” Vander teased, though Bastion didn’t get it, he frowned. “I heard crying next door yesterday, then I saw a girl in black storming off. What’d she do, kick you in the balls to get away from your touchy feely paws?” Bastion was at a loss for words. ”Err…” Bastion began.
”Ah. I wasn’t supposed to see that, huh?” Vander asked. “Well, whatever, it’s cool, it’s cool. Just… I won’t say shit about it” He laughs, as he bidded Bastion farewell, and shut the door. Bastion turned around and got ready to leave, cursing under his breath. Did Vander see Veronica leaving, with the medallion? Then again, he didn’t actually recognize her, since she went off to her left, while Vander’s house is on the right, and she wasn’t in uniform, she was in Victorian clothes. That alone MUST have tipped him off, right? Perhaps it’s nothing to worry about, but it’s something to take into account.
Bastion pushes himself through the hole in the fence of his Haven, and scrambles to the platform. He closes his eyes, trying to detect the glowing figures, and easily enough, there they were. As they came into view, though, he saw number 3 again. Only number 3 was headed into town, and then he disappeared once again. “Who is this guy?” Bastion thought, as every time that he’s seen him, he’s disappeared. Does he know he’s being spied on? Perhaps he’s special? Whatever the reason for his disappearances, it didn’t matter. He was looking for the killer, not some mystery man. The mystery man vanished from his man when Bastion spotted something soon after that made his heart sink. Number 4 and number 2… they were both in the abandoned apartment that number 4 was spending so much time in. Number 2 was tied up, and as he focused, he saw that the killer was speaking to him. Bastion panicked. The apartments were a small ways off on the other side of town, perhaps 8 minutes till he gets there, or is it too late already? Is it better to simply listen in for information? The killer is dangerous, and he’s likely not going to kill in his apartment, he’s likely going to take him someplace else, brainwash him like he did to the girl that Bastion stumbled across, so he does have time to save him. Would it be better to call the police? He patted himself down for his mobile phone, and realised he never took it with him. Should he run home, call the police? Then again, he didn’t know exactly where the apartment was, everything except for silhouettes were dark. He’d have to get close and actually find the address if he wanted to call the police on the house. And even then, if he’s too late… Bastion cursed, and his mind is made up as he sees the killer stick his finger into a wound on the man’s stomach, and twist it, and if Bastion had focused just a little more, he would have heard number 2 moan in pain, voice muffling over the tape on his mouth. The mere thought of
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