Building Bridges Part Two

by dreamsofyesterday1

Part 24 of the Robyn series. With her family at war Robyn tries to face the truth about her paternity. Bessie seems strangely nervous about something, could it be the result of a violent confrontation with Lily or something more serious? Continuation of Building Bridges. Will the bridges that have been built remain strong when someone tries to burn them?

1. Chapter 1

Building Bridges Part Two

Part twenty-four of the Robyn series

It was an unusually balmy day as he rode his bicycle on his normal route through the madness of Crazytown and into the long tunnel that always frightened him. It was a journey he made once a week and had done for months. It was a journey he hoped he wouldn't have to make much longer.

Emerging from the tunnel he saw something move into his path and he fell from his bike as he swerved to avoid it. Landing heavily on his back he raised his arms defensively as a shape loomed over him and brought a foot down, crushing his abdomen and sending blood spewing out of his mouth. His arms fell limply to the floor as he watched the shape move towards his head just before the foot entered his field of vision.

It seemed his silent prayer had been answered.

Grimacing as the shape took its foot away from the bloody mess it had made on the ground before it; it shook what residual gore remained off. Looking at its handiwork the shape laughed slightly and knelt down beside what had once been the postman.

Reaching into the post bag the shape pulled out several letters, only one was of any consequence and they threw to one side the ones that failed to interest them. Until they touched upon the one they were seeking.

Another laugh escaped the shape as they stood and with careful fingers broke the seal on the envelope. It was difficult for the shape to conceal their excitement as they pulled the sheet of paper from the envelope and unfolded it, revealing the secrets it held.

A smile crossed the shape's face before it tossed its head back and laughed louder than before, not caring this time if anyone heard.

It had what it wanted.

Once the shape had calmed it turned to look at the town beyond, a town under its mercy.

Now more than ever.

Looking back at the paper the shape smiled again, "Well, well, well Robyn. I never would have expected that."

Satisfied with what it had done, the shape departed. It casually threw the empty envelope amongst the mess of letters on the ground.

It had all it needed.