A/N: Here's where it starts.
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Chapter 17 – Tarot Cards
Tristian spared one last look out the window. Tabitha and Tarot were across the way. He took a deep breath, remaining calm and walked out, hoping Jean would follow his league. He couldn't take a chance and look over his shoulder. Not without taking a risk and their lives weren't worth it. He darted past a store and didn't bother to glance. They saw him, or at least they thought they did and that was what he wanted.
He parted through the crowds, hearing them behind him, having difficulty getting through. By now Jean should be going out the other way. It was going to work. He opened the glass door stepping out.
Tristian smiled to himself, reaching into his bag and putting on his sunglasses. He stepped across the asphalt, watching for cars and waited. Tarot and Tabitha came out, looking around. Just as he hoped a truck was coming by, getting ready to pass in front of him. Tarot patted Tabitha's arm and pointed.
They gasped and he saw Tarot reach for a card. Tabitha tried to stop her, there were too many people. He spared a glance at them turning his head and saw Tabitha's eyes widen as she thought it was him. The truck passed by and in those quick seconds Tristian dissolved into shadow, his body trailing up the side of the truck, hovering a few centimeters above it, riding with it until it turned the corner. He climbed the building then, floating up and over it, making sure he was clear on the other side and no one could see him before materializing.
He stepped out and heard a honk. Turning his head he saw Jean sitting behind the wheel of the car, the others in the back. He opened the car door and put his bag on the floor, with a sigh he closed his door.
Jean only stared at him, her face passive but her eyes questioning. ~What's going on?~
He heard her message. "We'll talk about it tonight," he told her, staring out the window as they headed back to the mansion. His plan had worked, all he had to do was hope the big boss never found him or they'd all be in danger.
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"God, those shoes are hideous," Tabitha gagged, staring at the pink tennis shoes in the window.
"With the way you're dressed why should you care?" Tarot asked, bored out of her skull as she shifted her cards from one hand to the other.
Tabitha rolled her eyes, "I told you I wear this shit for attention. I like messing with guys minds and blowing them up afterward." She grinned, forming a small metal ball in her hand that glowed, ready to explode. She clenched her hand around it letting it mold back into her.
Tarot tisked, "Whatever let's-"
Her eyes widened as she watched a dark haired guy walk towards the exit. She hit Tabitha's arm hard.
"Oww what the fuck was that for?" she asked angrily rubbing her arm.
Tarot jerked her head in the direction. "Lookie what I see."
Tabitha looked and gasped. "Holy shit…is that who I think it is?"
"Might be," Tarot grinned, walking after him. The crowds became thicker then and they had to jostle heir way through, glancing over heads to see if he was still around.
"This way," Tabitha said having seen him exit out the glass door.
They stepped out, pausing and glancing around the parking lot, searching through the people. Tarot patted her arm pointing. It looked a hell of a lot like him, from the dark hair to fit frame.
Tarot took a card from her deck, having to check with them before she did anything. She pulled the Death card. The figure clad in black. With a smile she pulled another card, hearing it frizzle as it filled with power.
"No," Tabitha grabbed her wrist. "She'll kill us if you do it."
"Get off me," Tarot shoved her and they both watched the truck roll by blocking him from view. He was gone when it came back.
"DAMMIT!" Tarot yelled throwing the card. It caused a car to explode and people screamed as she threw the Page of Fire card. Tabitha cursed under her breath dragging Tarot to their car. She shoved her in and started the car, sending it screeching out of there.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Tabitha asked her as they pulled onto the freeway.
Tarot crossed her arms over chest. "I was pissed off."
"Yeah, now the boss is going to be pissed. We got nothin to give them. Shit they ain't going to like this and you just made it worse."
"Relax," Tarot said. "He had the Death card. Can't be a bad thing for us."
Tabitha only wished she could believe her when she said it represented his death. Tristian was a dangerous person, she didn't like him. The Death card could resemble other things besides what Tarot thought. Could be their own death for all she knew.
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HOPE YOU LIKED IT. R&R PLEASE!!
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Chapter 17 – Tarot Cards
Tristian spared one last look out the window. Tabitha and Tarot were across the way. He took a deep breath, remaining calm and walked out, hoping Jean would follow his league. He couldn't take a chance and look over his shoulder. Not without taking a risk and their lives weren't worth it. He darted past a store and didn't bother to glance. They saw him, or at least they thought they did and that was what he wanted.
He parted through the crowds, hearing them behind him, having difficulty getting through. By now Jean should be going out the other way. It was going to work. He opened the glass door stepping out.
Tristian smiled to himself, reaching into his bag and putting on his sunglasses. He stepped across the asphalt, watching for cars and waited. Tarot and Tabitha came out, looking around. Just as he hoped a truck was coming by, getting ready to pass in front of him. Tarot patted Tabitha's arm and pointed.
They gasped and he saw Tarot reach for a card. Tabitha tried to stop her, there were too many people. He spared a glance at them turning his head and saw Tabitha's eyes widen as she thought it was him. The truck passed by and in those quick seconds Tristian dissolved into shadow, his body trailing up the side of the truck, hovering a few centimeters above it, riding with it until it turned the corner. He climbed the building then, floating up and over it, making sure he was clear on the other side and no one could see him before materializing.
He stepped out and heard a honk. Turning his head he saw Jean sitting behind the wheel of the car, the others in the back. He opened the car door and put his bag on the floor, with a sigh he closed his door.
Jean only stared at him, her face passive but her eyes questioning. ~What's going on?~
He heard her message. "We'll talk about it tonight," he told her, staring out the window as they headed back to the mansion. His plan had worked, all he had to do was hope the big boss never found him or they'd all be in danger.
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"God, those shoes are hideous," Tabitha gagged, staring at the pink tennis shoes in the window.
"With the way you're dressed why should you care?" Tarot asked, bored out of her skull as she shifted her cards from one hand to the other.
Tabitha rolled her eyes, "I told you I wear this shit for attention. I like messing with guys minds and blowing them up afterward." She grinned, forming a small metal ball in her hand that glowed, ready to explode. She clenched her hand around it letting it mold back into her.
Tarot tisked, "Whatever let's-"
Her eyes widened as she watched a dark haired guy walk towards the exit. She hit Tabitha's arm hard.
"Oww what the fuck was that for?" she asked angrily rubbing her arm.
Tarot jerked her head in the direction. "Lookie what I see."
Tabitha looked and gasped. "Holy shit…is that who I think it is?"
"Might be," Tarot grinned, walking after him. The crowds became thicker then and they had to jostle heir way through, glancing over heads to see if he was still around.
"This way," Tabitha said having seen him exit out the glass door.
They stepped out, pausing and glancing around the parking lot, searching through the people. Tarot patted her arm pointing. It looked a hell of a lot like him, from the dark hair to fit frame.
Tarot took a card from her deck, having to check with them before she did anything. She pulled the Death card. The figure clad in black. With a smile she pulled another card, hearing it frizzle as it filled with power.
"No," Tabitha grabbed her wrist. "She'll kill us if you do it."
"Get off me," Tarot shoved her and they both watched the truck roll by blocking him from view. He was gone when it came back.
"DAMMIT!" Tarot yelled throwing the card. It caused a car to explode and people screamed as she threw the Page of Fire card. Tabitha cursed under her breath dragging Tarot to their car. She shoved her in and started the car, sending it screeching out of there.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Tabitha asked her as they pulled onto the freeway.
Tarot crossed her arms over chest. "I was pissed off."
"Yeah, now the boss is going to be pissed. We got nothin to give them. Shit they ain't going to like this and you just made it worse."
"Relax," Tarot said. "He had the Death card. Can't be a bad thing for us."
Tabitha only wished she could believe her when she said it represented his death. Tristian was a dangerous person, she didn't like him. The Death card could resemble other things besides what Tarot thought. Could be their own death for all she knew.
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HOPE YOU LIKED IT. R&R PLEASE!!