You're closer.
Mick felt the calling so hard her body convulsed, her head practically slamming against the table in the aftermath.
If Mic was being honest, callings usually frustrated her to the core. The subliminal messages, unclear clues, and dead ends. But for some reason, these few have been so clear. Despite the couple of dead ends with the heartbeat calling, and not knowing who to save. At least they knew what they had to do. It was clear. Clear as day.
Callings were never this direct. Not since the beginning at least.
"Mick! Are you ok?" Zeke asked as he reached out to her.
He loved her too much to see her shaken like this. Every time she felt a calling this jarring something inside of him ached for the end. He just wished for them to finally be on the other side.. And fast.
"You're closer." She whispered, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. Her breath was heavy, almost as if she just ran 5 miles.
"Wh-what?"
"You're closer, that's what the calling said." Zeke stared at her in confusion. He thought the same things she did earlier, these calling were so direct, so clear.
Why exactly were these specific ones so important?
Mick stared at him, understanding his head space with one simple look. "You're closer. That means we're on the right track... right?"
Zeke didn't know how to answer, so he turned his face, trying to understand. He let Mick voice her thoughts out loud and try to talk it out. She needed to let it all out first before organizing. Her brain was literally like some sort of storage unit. Eventually Zeke decided to walk around the kitchen, sitting only made him more anxious. Pacing helped him think.
Suddenly he stopped, but Mick was still talking out loud and didn't notice the change in his stance.
Zeke stared on, hoping she would stop talking and notice, but she didn't
"Mick." He spat. Half out of annoyance, and half out of fear.
She was spiraling, still unable to hear him over the loudness of her own thoughts, and the words she was speaking to herself out loud.
"Mick!" He yelled again. She snapped back to reality, catching a breath and biting her tongue. "What?" She smirked, expecting to see him there smiling at her. She turned her eyes, but instead she saw him standing still, his back to her.
He was frozen, as if he didn't know what to make of what he was staring at, whatever it was. It was as if he was in some sort of trance. "Zekeā¦. " She questioned, quickly standing up to grab his hand. She met the spot he was staring at, and knew they had to run.
"It's gas. It's gas seeping through the door!"
Zeke quickly turned his face to her, horror flashing in his eyes. He felt Mick's fear. He felt his own. He quickly grabbed her by her forearm, tugging her out through the front door at full force. Closing the door behind them, they dashed for the lawn, trying to catch their breath once they reached the driveway.
The stars twinkled in the sky, forcing silence upon them.
Mick always felt safer outside under the stars.
A feeling of being watched by angels above her filled her with peace, no matter the pre-existing stress she was feeling. She couldn't help but stare, and feel somewhat alright in the process.
"To hell with sleeping I guess." Zeke laughed. He expected her to laugh back at him, but she wasn't paying attention to him. She was silent, intent. focusing on some sort of sound. There was definitely something going on. "Zeke," She whispered suddenly.
But like a flip of a switch, he heard exactly what she was hearing. He shushed her, cutting her off while he stared past the fence and into the backyard. "Do you hear that?" He asked. She nodded in response.
Then she concentrated, her eyes closed and she let her sense take control. Whoever set off the gas, they're not gone yet.
Zeke ran ahead, and Mick followed behind steadily. She was too tired to run, but too scared to walk.
All they saw was the silhouette of a person in a hood as they made a run for it.
"Hey!" They didn't stop, their pace increasing at the sound of Zeke's voice.
"Hey!" He yelled again as he attempted to chase after the hooded figure. But he had no luck, they were gone before he reached the bushes. He stopped, catching his breath while he rested his hands on his knees. Damn, he needed to go to the gym more.
Well, they didn't exactly have 'no luck.'
Mick began to catch up to him, but suddenly slowed her pace as she saw a piece of bright white paper out of the corner of her eye. She slowly leaned down to pick it up, just as Zeke made his way back to her. "What's that?" He asked, his breath still heavy from his sprint across the yard.
"I don't know." Mick spoke.
She probably should wait for the police, but she knew they didn't have that kind of time. She opened it carefully, attempting not to rip the glued edges. She stared at it in horror as her eyes glossed across the 4 words it held.
In red drippy ink, almost like blood on a floor, it read:
"I'm coming for you."
Signed, The Black Crow
I know this chapter is really short, but I had to split it in half or else it'd be over 2,000 words lol. And that cliff hanger! Whatttt?! Who do you think The Black Crow is? I wanted to get this out a couple of days ago, but unfortunately my fur baby Lila passed away unexpectedly yesterday, and I needed some time before jumping back in. It hasn't been easy without her, and it hasn't even been 48 hours:( But I am so glad to the love and support of all you guys on Twitter, I really appreciate your kindness and understanding. Lila will be missed
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