03-26-2024, 10:53 AM
This wasn't a good thing. This was a bad situation. This kid was going to be more trouble than he was worth. A fucking channeler. The same type of person who changed a building into a momument on a whim. What could he do? Ashton had seen some of it first hand, and it was scary. Mistress Blackthorn had no idea what she was getting into. She should just kill him and fuck Cedric's whims.
Ashton checked on Liv and the others. They were all safe in their rooms in the basement. Ethan's room still empty. He rarely slept downstairs Edmund wishing to keep his chew toy handy. Ashton felt bad for his friend, and brother, but there was nothing he could do. It was live like this or die like Taylor and he didn't want that. None of them wanted that and did everything they could to live longer than the last. Still it took a lot to live past 18. Ashton's gift was both a blessing and a curse.
When he returned to the cells he heard voices, Nox was talking with the Izzy and Ava. He was asking a lot of questions. The girls answered him, and asked their own. He freely answered and Ashton wondered what he was too. He wasn't like the others. But then he asked a bad question and he stepped out of the shadows. "They can't answer that question."
He chuckled. "Course not. Have they ever left?"
"They used to. Until they started shedding their lining and then..."
"How many years have they been here?"
"Too many. Even a day is too many." Ashton sat down next the bars by the girls as far as he could get from Nox. "You don't think you can get out of here do you? Others have tried. They've all failed, ended up worse than dead."
His brown eyes turned towards Ashton and were darker than he remembered when he picked them up. There was a shadow over his features casting a sinister look across Nox's face. "I'm not like the others. I will hunt every fucking one of them down and end them."
Ashton chuckled. "You can barely move. What makes you think you'll get out?"
Nox just chuckled to himself. Ashton didn't like this one bit. Not one fucking bit.
Ashton checked on Liv and the others. They were all safe in their rooms in the basement. Ethan's room still empty. He rarely slept downstairs Edmund wishing to keep his chew toy handy. Ashton felt bad for his friend, and brother, but there was nothing he could do. It was live like this or die like Taylor and he didn't want that. None of them wanted that and did everything they could to live longer than the last. Still it took a lot to live past 18. Ashton's gift was both a blessing and a curse.
When he returned to the cells he heard voices, Nox was talking with the Izzy and Ava. He was asking a lot of questions. The girls answered him, and asked their own. He freely answered and Ashton wondered what he was too. He wasn't like the others. But then he asked a bad question and he stepped out of the shadows. "They can't answer that question."
He chuckled. "Course not. Have they ever left?"
"They used to. Until they started shedding their lining and then..."
"How many years have they been here?"
"Too many. Even a day is too many." Ashton sat down next the bars by the girls as far as he could get from Nox. "You don't think you can get out of here do you? Others have tried. They've all failed, ended up worse than dead."
His brown eyes turned towards Ashton and were darker than he remembered when he picked them up. There was a shadow over his features casting a sinister look across Nox's face. "I'm not like the others. I will hunt every fucking one of them down and end them."
Ashton chuckled. "You can barely move. What makes you think you'll get out?"
Nox just chuckled to himself. Ashton didn't like this one bit. Not one fucking bit.