forum Closed

Started April 04, 2018 by KR McDonald

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Carter knew he had seen this man before, but he just couldn't place it. The man was in his mid thirties at most, and an ugly scar ran its way from the base of his chin to his eyebrow on the left side of his face.

“Lead the way, more mature one.”

"Your sass never ceases to amaze me, Al"

“My sass can’t be compared to your ego.”

"Hardy Har Har!"

“We turn left here.”

"Right." Ferran said. "I'm pretty sure it's right."

“No it’s left. Oh wait, you’re the more mature one. Let’s take right.”

"That was uncalled for."

They reached a dead end. “Now what?”

"I really thought it was right." Ferran mumbled. He glanced begrudgingly at Alanna. "Okay maybe it WAS left."

"Do you recognize me, kid?" The man asked. He had a gruff voice that Carter struggled to remember.
"No."
"Neither did your brother. I suppose it's been a while. How old are you now? Nineteen?" The man asked. He seemed amused. "Though, it was harder to get your brother. He's not as weak as you."
"What are you talking about?" Carter asked, not even trying to hide his confusion and distain for the man. "My brother's dead."

Alanna smiled smugly, “C’mon, let’s go left.”

(You will be missed.)
"I cannot believe I am following you." Ferran muttered.

“I heard that!” Alanna said, jumping over some barrels in the alleyway.

(okay.)
Mirage walked through several walls, quietly observing before stopping. Should she go back and try to get Carter? What if they started torturing him?