Chapter 20
They were worried. The police had no clue. People had no clue. But these three did. These three threatened every thing They had built. They were worried, and They were screaming.
He did his best to sooth them, to reassure them. But he was mortal and They were perfect. They were all knowing. They were from Him. They worked for Him, and so They knew.
He would have to strike soon. He would have to shake the three up. He would have to make them stop. His plain was in motion, he just needed an opportunity. He'd watch the three and wait. He'd wait for his chance, wait for them to separate, wait for them to mess up, to underestimate him.
The blond would be his best chance. The blond was reckless and impulse off. He acted without thinking ad would be easy to lure away from the safety of the other two. Plus he was young, and young was always best. Strong always more enjoyable then weak. But then they were all young, but the blond was the youngest and stubbornness. He was hurt and still there…the scrapes on his skin were attractive… still red and inflamed. Te blond was his best luck of catching…
But the brown haired…he was his favorite. He was the match that he'd been looking for. But he doubted he would catch him. He was smart, cautious. He was rational and didn't seem likely to get separated from the group. He was the preferred one, but the least likely. It would take something tremendous to catch him and as of now he had no idea what that would be.
Then there was Missy Woo. She was his thorn. Since the beginning she had been closer to finding him and They then anyone else. She was the dangerous one. It was she that offered the biggest threat and it wasn't just her detective skills that They feared. She was more intoned, more sensitive to things then They were comfortable. She was the one They wanted to get rid of. They had chosen her.
Thy had given him permission to break the rules, to break the pattern if he needed too. They had said he could chose who was best, as long as it was soon. They and he were watching now, the three moving around so with in reach. They were scared. They wanted him to grab one. But it wasn't time yet. He couldn't, not now, not here, not like this. They would grudgingly wait, but They were not happy.
They and he watched them move, they and he watched them work. They had given permission for him to take the one he chose as long as it was the one They wanted.
Whatever happened though, it was sure to hurt. It was sure to confuse. It was sure to cause panic. Whoever he chose, the left overs would be struck dumb. He was sure that they wouldn't know how to go on, what to do. They assured him of this. They said so. They believed it, so it had to be right.
Whatever happened Missy Woo would not be able to function. Missy Woo wouldn't be able to see clearly. She wouldn't be able to sense They. Whatever was done would be enough to give They time. And if he failed, then They would move on. They would leave him. And he didn't want that. And They knew it. So They knew he would stop Missy Woo.
"Woe to you Missy Woo…."