 My brother locked the door behind us. It would keep our father out until he sobered up. We both had enough bruises from the last time he went out drinking. Mother wasn’t much help, if anything, she egged him on if we were annoying that day. Neither of us could do anything about it, or go to anyone because we didn’t know what would happen to us if we did.
It was much easier to lock the door, perhaps even barricade it, until the next day.  The Nova Twins, Ryan and Victoria, lead me onwards through the jungle. The mech handled well in my hands, all that virtual training finally paying off. I was able to keep up with ease, but I had a feeling that the twins were a lot more comfortable in their mechs and could leave me in the dust if they had any inclination to do so.
I could only hope they didn’t, because I don’t think I could handle a threat from this surreal planet.  “Morgan, I don’t know about this,” Elliot Ward muttered. “Eliza has been in there too long.”
“Your sister is more experienced with these abominations than you, Elliot,” I replied, resting myself against the car seat. “I only hope that she will get the etchings and banish the demon before the Gestapo arrives. I’m sure one of the patrons decided to inform Paris’s new occupants of what occurred.” |
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Matthew Dewey
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