strange person. The crows made a path for both of them to cross.
The crows protected me from Harold Kensing, so what are they doing now? They’re just standing there.
They stood on White Bridge, opposite Asa’s mom’s Volvo. The man turned to Asa and said through his mask, “A lot of birds out today, huh?”
Asa’s mouth was dry and he didn’t respond.
The man pressed on his forearm and was staring into the fabric. “King Lake is this way. We’ve got about a mile left to go.”
“Where are we going? And who are you?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there, but we might not make it. Conway said that the boat was leaving at six sharp. We would have left sooner, but the crows were a bit distracting. Up you go.”
Asa was in the man’s arms, and in a flash they were sprinting through the woods again. The man’s legs moved in a blur, and Asa held on around his neck so that he didn’t fall. Asa knew that there was no use fighting it; if the man could run this fast, he could certainly detain Asa.
In a couple of minutes, they were out of the woods, and King Lake came into view ahead. The man in black had ran the mile impossibly fast.
King Lake stretched out of view like an ocean. Robert King (Or as some call him, The Boss), the trillionaire owner of Alfatrex had had the resevior built for his son, Cobb. It was the biggest reservoir in the world, and it stood at the center of Dritt Texas; it was a symbol of who was running the show. Cobb could buy nature; he could control the elements. All of their money practically made them gods to the Wolf Flu ridden, poorer population.
The man carrying Asa came out of the woods and they began to sprint over the dirt surrounding the lake. Crows were swarming overhead. A long, wooden dock stretched out ahead of them, and a two story fishing boat was setting off out into the water. The motor on the boat was humming in the dawn, and the vessel was ten feet from the end of the dock.
Asa tightened his grip and the man in black sprinted over the wooden dock. The crows flew out of the way, and some cawed from the land behind them. When they reached the end of the dock, the boat was twenty feet from the dock and still moving. The man carrying Asa planted one last foot on the wood, and leaped out over the water. They flew so high into the air that Asa felt his stomach drop as they began to descend.
The water rose up to meet them, but they kept on moving forward, propelled by the jump that the man in black had made with his impossibly strong legs. The man landed on the deck, with Asa still in his arms.
He looked behind him and saw that the boat was floating away from the dock. “That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” the man said through his mask. He had a British accent.
The floor level deck of the boat was all white, with thin metal rails surrounding the edges, and benches to sit on and fish off the sides. The man in black walked to the door, stepped inside, and he began to descend down a dark, damp staircase with Asa still in his arms. The boat kicked into a next gear, and Asa felt that they were moving over the water much faster now.
Before they reached the boat’s basement, Asa could hear crying coming from below. “Please, let me go. You don’t have to do this! Please. Please.”
The man who was carrying Asa stepped off of the last stair and they were standing on the bottom floor of the boat. It smelled like fish, metal, and lake water. There were old coolers around the edges, and a single light bulb twisted in to a socket on the ceiling. Besides that, everything else was mostly either flat metal, or huge, metallic nuts and bolts that were holding two surfaces together. In the middle of the floor there was a closed metal hatch with a wheel above the door. It looked heavy and secure. You could open it and drop things into the lake below.
There were two other people in the room. The first was the crying person; Asa thought that she was beautiful. She had clear porcelain
The crows protected me from Harold Kensing, so what are they doing now? They’re just standing there.
They stood on White Bridge, opposite Asa’s mom’s Volvo. The man turned to Asa and said through his mask, “A lot of birds out today, huh?”
Asa’s mouth was dry and he didn’t respond.
The man pressed on his forearm and was staring into the fabric. “King Lake is this way. We’ve got about a mile left to go.”
“Where are we going? And who are you?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there, but we might not make it. Conway said that the boat was leaving at six sharp. We would have left sooner, but the crows were a bit distracting. Up you go.”
Asa was in the man’s arms, and in a flash they were sprinting through the woods again. The man’s legs moved in a blur, and Asa held on around his neck so that he didn’t fall. Asa knew that there was no use fighting it; if the man could run this fast, he could certainly detain Asa.
In a couple of minutes, they were out of the woods, and King Lake came into view ahead. The man in black had ran the mile impossibly fast.
King Lake stretched out of view like an ocean. Robert King (Or as some call him, The Boss), the trillionaire owner of Alfatrex had had the resevior built for his son, Cobb. It was the biggest reservoir in the world, and it stood at the center of Dritt Texas; it was a symbol of who was running the show. Cobb could buy nature; he could control the elements. All of their money practically made them gods to the Wolf Flu ridden, poorer population.
The man carrying Asa came out of the woods and they began to sprint over the dirt surrounding the lake. Crows were swarming overhead. A long, wooden dock stretched out ahead of them, and a two story fishing boat was setting off out into the water. The motor on the boat was humming in the dawn, and the vessel was ten feet from the end of the dock.
Asa tightened his grip and the man in black sprinted over the wooden dock. The crows flew out of the way, and some cawed from the land behind them. When they reached the end of the dock, the boat was twenty feet from the dock and still moving. The man carrying Asa planted one last foot on the wood, and leaped out over the water. They flew so high into the air that Asa felt his stomach drop as they began to descend.
The water rose up to meet them, but they kept on moving forward, propelled by the jump that the man in black had made with his impossibly strong legs. The man landed on the deck, with Asa still in his arms.
He looked behind him and saw that the boat was floating away from the dock. “That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” the man said through his mask. He had a British accent.
The floor level deck of the boat was all white, with thin metal rails surrounding the edges, and benches to sit on and fish off the sides. The man in black walked to the door, stepped inside, and he began to descend down a dark, damp staircase with Asa still in his arms. The boat kicked into a next gear, and Asa felt that they were moving over the water much faster now.
Before they reached the boat’s basement, Asa could hear crying coming from below. “Please, let me go. You don’t have to do this! Please. Please.”
The man who was carrying Asa stepped off of the last stair and they were standing on the bottom floor of the boat. It smelled like fish, metal, and lake water. There were old coolers around the edges, and a single light bulb twisted in to a socket on the ceiling. Besides that, everything else was mostly either flat metal, or huge, metallic nuts and bolts that were holding two surfaces together. In the middle of the floor there was a closed metal hatch with a wheel above the door. It looked heavy and secure. You could open it and drop things into the lake below.
There were two other people in the room. The first was the crying person; Asa thought that she was beautiful. She had clear porcelain
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