Entrusted Chapter 7 – Interrupted
John and Cassandra slept quietly that night, huddled together in the cold of the Safehouse. The Beethoven record was on repeat, the needle passed over the same constant but flowing notes of the concerto. Books lay opened all over the floor, and various vinyl records lay naked from their sleeves and were strewn on the floor as well.
A strange sound awoke John first. He didn't know what it was . It sounded so peaceful. So free. He stood up and followed his ear to where the sound originated. It came from outside of the Safehouse. He turned back from the door, and he checked on Cassandra. Still deep in sleep, dreaming of a color-filled, romanticly free world. He draped his coat over her shoulders, and left the Safehouse. He shut the door quietly behind him, an he listened intently for the sound again. It came to him in soft waves thru the distorted metal and stone of the Nether, but it was so clear and crisp, that he knew where it was exactly. Thru the long hallways and up several staircases, and he was at the surface again.
Then they are there. Several white unmarked cars pulled up in front of John. Dust flew out from behind their wheels as the drivers applied the brakes.
Clerics.
This is the only time in John's life where he felt like he might have hated them.
A squad of them where already investigating John's car, where they found nothing. Another group got out of one of the white cars, and approached John.
"Are you John Preston, Tetragrammaton Cleric, Class One?"
"I am."
"You're under arrest for the endangerment of your children, violation of Libria Codes 4167-879, and of Sense-Offense"
John immediately fled the other Clerics. His immense training and his skill made this an easy task. He made his way to the Safehouse, where Cassandra was already awake, and reading a book.
"Cassandra, we need to get out of here. Now"
"Why?", she said, upset and worried.
"We have to get away."
John pulled her up by her elbows and grabbed the book out of her hands. He threw it behind him and pulled her out of the room. Echoes from the other Clerics came down the hallway, and John tugged Cassandra down a hallway leading in the other direction.
They mazed their way thru the halls, confusing the Clerics of the location, until they reached the surface. John and Cassandra tiptoed and whispered as to not alert the other Clerics. They found one of the cars unlocked and they climbed in. John started the engine, and as the Clerics turned their heads to see what was happening, John and Cassandra were already a few miles away.
Where they were going, they didn't know. But all they knew is that they had to get away.
John and Cassandra slept quietly that night, huddled together in the cold of the Safehouse. The Beethoven record was on repeat, the needle passed over the same constant but flowing notes of the concerto. Books lay opened all over the floor, and various vinyl records lay naked from their sleeves and were strewn on the floor as well.
A strange sound awoke John first. He didn't know what it was . It sounded so peaceful. So free. He stood up and followed his ear to where the sound originated. It came from outside of the Safehouse. He turned back from the door, and he checked on Cassandra. Still deep in sleep, dreaming of a color-filled, romanticly free world. He draped his coat over her shoulders, and left the Safehouse. He shut the door quietly behind him, an he listened intently for the sound again. It came to him in soft waves thru the distorted metal and stone of the Nether, but it was so clear and crisp, that he knew where it was exactly. Thru the long hallways and up several staircases, and he was at the surface again.
Then they are there. Several white unmarked cars pulled up in front of John. Dust flew out from behind their wheels as the drivers applied the brakes.
Clerics.
This is the only time in John's life where he felt like he might have hated them.
A squad of them where already investigating John's car, where they found nothing. Another group got out of one of the white cars, and approached John.
"Are you John Preston, Tetragrammaton Cleric, Class One?"
"I am."
"You're under arrest for the endangerment of your children, violation of Libria Codes 4167-879, and of Sense-Offense"
John immediately fled the other Clerics. His immense training and his skill made this an easy task. He made his way to the Safehouse, where Cassandra was already awake, and reading a book.
"Cassandra, we need to get out of here. Now"
"Why?", she said, upset and worried.
"We have to get away."
John pulled her up by her elbows and grabbed the book out of her hands. He threw it behind him and pulled her out of the room. Echoes from the other Clerics came down the hallway, and John tugged Cassandra down a hallway leading in the other direction.
They mazed their way thru the halls, confusing the Clerics of the location, until they reached the surface. John and Cassandra tiptoed and whispered as to not alert the other Clerics. They found one of the cars unlocked and they climbed in. John started the engine, and as the Clerics turned their heads to see what was happening, John and Cassandra were already a few miles away.
Where they were going, they didn't know. But all they knew is that they had to get away.