A/N
My computer was down with a virus so the last post was a long time in coming. I also didn't have Micah in it. Awwww… This one doesn't either. I'm thinking about making a story with him as the main character because he's gone over so well. Get him a girl or something. I personally love working with Damien right now though, so it may be a while.
WoC
The second church had already been bulldozed, much to the annoyance of Damien. He was already irritable from the first church incident and this development didn't really help. I decided not to talk. No sense in bringing his wrath down on me. When he had to slam on his brakes for a dog in the road and cursed, I finally decided to say something.
"Can you cool it?" I asked, putting a hand on his arm.
He looked over at me and flushed a little.
"Sorry," he said, glancing down at my hand on his arm.
Now it was my turn to get embarrassed. I yanked my hand back and folded them in my lap. Damien looked at me a little puzzled; it wasn't like I hadn't touched him before. It was just weird now.
I sat quietly in the passenger seat until we reached the third church. It was in better shape than any of the other ones. It was getting dark and no one was there. We wandered into the building. Sherlock began poking around again. I had no idea what he was looking for. I kicked around some debris on the floor and suddenly saw a piece of material. It was blue and looked like it had been torn from a t-shirt. I stuffed it in my pocket.
"Find anything?" I asked as I walked over to Damien.
"Not what I wanted," he grumbled.
Great, just what I needed, Damien in a worse mood. I turned and wandered down the burned out sanctuary to the door in the front. I looked at the lock closely. There was duct tape melted over the latch. What the heck?
"Hey Dame," I said, "come here."
Sherlock started to walk down the aisle towards me when suddenly someone darted out from behind the burned pulpit and straight at Damien. I only had time to point and give a little shout when the figure slammed into him hard. Caught off guard, Damien smashed into the stained glass window, shattering it and sliding to the floor. The figure shoved past me as I moved towards Damien. Frankly I didn't care, I was worried about Sherlock.
He was sort of sitting on the floor looking rather stunned.
"Damien!" I said frantically as I slid down next to him.
I reached around his back and it came back wet with blood. His back was bleeding from various glass cuts.
"I'm all right," he said, staggering up, "make sure he didn't do anything to the car."
I ran out to the Mustang only to see the tires slashed. I turned around to Damien who had come up right behind me. I looked up at him and his eyes narrowed as he looked at his car. He spat out a curse and moved gingerly over to the disable vehicle.
"Call Micah," he said with a sigh.
It was going to be a long night.
My computer was down with a virus so the last post was a long time in coming. I also didn't have Micah in it. Awwww… This one doesn't either. I'm thinking about making a story with him as the main character because he's gone over so well. Get him a girl or something. I personally love working with Damien right now though, so it may be a while.
WoC
The second church had already been bulldozed, much to the annoyance of Damien. He was already irritable from the first church incident and this development didn't really help. I decided not to talk. No sense in bringing his wrath down on me. When he had to slam on his brakes for a dog in the road and cursed, I finally decided to say something.
"Can you cool it?" I asked, putting a hand on his arm.
He looked over at me and flushed a little.
"Sorry," he said, glancing down at my hand on his arm.
Now it was my turn to get embarrassed. I yanked my hand back and folded them in my lap. Damien looked at me a little puzzled; it wasn't like I hadn't touched him before. It was just weird now.
I sat quietly in the passenger seat until we reached the third church. It was in better shape than any of the other ones. It was getting dark and no one was there. We wandered into the building. Sherlock began poking around again. I had no idea what he was looking for. I kicked around some debris on the floor and suddenly saw a piece of material. It was blue and looked like it had been torn from a t-shirt. I stuffed it in my pocket.
"Find anything?" I asked as I walked over to Damien.
"Not what I wanted," he grumbled.
Great, just what I needed, Damien in a worse mood. I turned and wandered down the burned out sanctuary to the door in the front. I looked at the lock closely. There was duct tape melted over the latch. What the heck?
"Hey Dame," I said, "come here."
Sherlock started to walk down the aisle towards me when suddenly someone darted out from behind the burned pulpit and straight at Damien. I only had time to point and give a little shout when the figure slammed into him hard. Caught off guard, Damien smashed into the stained glass window, shattering it and sliding to the floor. The figure shoved past me as I moved towards Damien. Frankly I didn't care, I was worried about Sherlock.
He was sort of sitting on the floor looking rather stunned.
"Damien!" I said frantically as I slid down next to him.
I reached around his back and it came back wet with blood. His back was bleeding from various glass cuts.
"I'm all right," he said, staggering up, "make sure he didn't do anything to the car."
I ran out to the Mustang only to see the tires slashed. I turned around to Damien who had come up right behind me. I looked up at him and his eyes narrowed as he looked at his car. He spat out a curse and moved gingerly over to the disable vehicle.
"Call Micah," he said with a sigh.
It was going to be a long night.
