Chapter Two: The Escape (Part 1)
What was wrong with Scipio? Prosper thought confusedly. Two things he had to get straight. Scipio sounded like a little kid. And Scipio wasn't supposed to sound like a little kid.
Well, of course. They were kids, after all but the normal Scipio was a serious, stern, all business guy who suddenly right now seemed like a beaming broad faced baby who had just found something.
Well maybe that's going a little too far… Prosper thought to himself as he tried to stare through the dim musky light at the shadowed figure about 5 inches in front of him.
What was that? Was that Scipio pulling his arm? He thought drowsily.
Prosper yawned.
"Hey, uh… Scipio? Where are we going?"
"Shh! Can you speak a lot quieter than that? We'll never make it to there with that tone of voice!" Scipio hissed menacingly.
I guess he's back to his old bossy ways. Prosper scratched the back of his head sleepily as he followed Scipio back out the secret passage they always used. He could hardly see anything as they quietly walked through being careful not to wake any of the sleepers in the Star Palace.
Prosper was too sleepy to question himself why he was following Scipio and why he hadn't stayed back in his warm bed.
Scipio, holding his head high, carefully opened another set of metal doors.
Whoosh. A freezing, icy gust of wind soared into the passage way, the chill flying into every pore of Prospers body.
He was only wearing a t-shirt and torn pants. Prospers teeth began to chatter so fast, it sounded like a hummingbird pecking a tree.
"Shh!" Scipio repeated. They were still in the passageway with the door wide open.
Coming from the guy wearing a warm cloak and long pants. Prosper grumbled to himself.
From the yellow street lights he could see the front of the Star Palace and some park benches planted in different places.
What was taking Scipio so long?
It was almost as if he was waiting for something.