Thomas Flair: encouragement
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“No!” someone screamed. It could have been me. I could not tell.
Noel ran to the spot where David once stood. She picked up the Pendant and grasped it in her hand, frantically spinning around, trying to find where he could have went.
But I knew. David was gone. And he was not coming back.
Danielle broke free from the shocked group. She began throwing her hands in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking her fists at the sky. “What is this? Some kind of crude joke? Give him back, you cowards!”
No one was brave enough to silence her.
And for once, Josiah was speechless.
Noel ran her thumb over the paper plane symbol, obviously trying not to cry. Instead, she solemnly slipped the Pendant into her satchel and turned to face the rest of the group.
“What now?” she asked to nobody specifically, trying to mask her horror.
Our small group gave solemn shrugs, not wanting to be the one to make any decisions.
Suddenly, Enoch stepped forward. “We run,” he said, his eyes locked on a figure in the distance.
I followed Enoch’s gaze. My eyes caught movement about two football lengths away.
“The Defendant,” someone gasped.
What?” Hunter grabbed his hair with his hands. “But I though we left him back in the Western Hemisphere!”
“Maybe he can fly?” someone offered.
“Or there is more than one?” another guessed.
“It doesn’t matter! What matters is that we stay away from him!” Noel yelled above the theories.
“But how?” I stepped forward. “Our pilot is gone and we have no way to drive any of these vehicles without keys.” I motioned to the cars parked around the lot in orderly lines, unaware of the current chaos.
The Defendant began running toward us.
“We can’t outrun him and there is no way to defeat him,” I could almost see Enoch forming a plan in his head. “And it is made of metal. If I shoot my gun, the bullets will just ricochet off and could possibly hit on of you.
“No!” Noel cut in quickly. “Do not shoot your gun!”
He stared at her, wondering why she felt the need for an outburst, before nodding. “Then we need a plan.”
Byrant decided to take that moment to speak. “If we can somehow trap him, I might be able to get some answers. Like where he came from.”
Enoch nodded. “I think I’ve got a plan. But we are going to need some rope.”
I pointed to a coil of rope that was hidden under the shadows of a building. “Would that work?”
“Perfect.” Enoch motioned for us to come closer to him. “Listen. Here’s the plan.”
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