Wow, I think I had posted a chapter every day in the past three chapters! I figured I would take a couple days away from writing this to brainstorm ideas of what I could do in the future. If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment or PM me!
Well, here's chapter 14 of "Welcome Home"!
As Bill was storming out of the kitchen, Ford set down his book on the table and called the demons name. Bill had taken off out of the kitchen, headed right towards the front door. He wanted to leave, he had been kept down in the basement for over a week, and he couldn't handle the boredom any longer.
"Bill!" Ford called again, rushing out of the kitchen after him. Bill didn't look back, and continued to walk at a fast pace with his fists clenched. Luckily for him, the front door had been left unlocked. He smirked and twisted the knob, opening the door. He turned around, now outside on the porch and noticed the other man following after him. Bill rolled his eyes and shut the door, closing the entrance to the outside world. Ford noticed the movement and rushed over to the knob, grasping onto it, trying to keep it open to get outside. Bill pressed his body on the wooden door, holding the knob in place best he could once he heard a click! of the lock that closed the door.
Ford grunted and pushed his body onto the door from on the inside of the shack. Bill looked around as he struggled to keep the door closed, and noticed the door mat below his feet. He pushed his body weight on the door as he slid down to sit on the ground. He quickly grabbed the doormat and rolled it up as he felt pressure on the door from the other side increasing.
"Bill, don't fight me on this!" Ford tried, and got no response from the other man. He sighed, and glared at the door. He looked through the tiny window and didn't see the other man. He stopped pushing on the door, and examined around the window.
Ford put a hand in his hair. Was he angry? Was he afraid? Was he concerned? He didn't know how to feel. Ford called the demons name once more, again receiving no response. He ran through the house, away from the front door and making his way to the gift shop and its door. Thankfully, the gift shop door was not blocked, so Ford successfully got out of the shack.
He ran out to the parking lot of the tourist trap, looking left and right, seeing no one other than a woman with her young child who held a lollipop and sticker of a question mark.
Ford rushed around outside, looking around the outside of the shack. Bill was no where in sight. He felt a bit of guilt for making Bill feel the need to run away from the shack, but quickly brushed away the guilt. This had to have been something Bill had been planning. He wanted Ford to take him upstairs. He wanted Ford to keep his guard down, assuming everything was okay at the time. Bill wanted Ford to feel guilt, but what was the point of it?
As Ford continued to search, Bill had gone out to take a walk in the forest after escaping. He had seen in films that if you roll up a doormat and put it under the bottom of a door, it could potentially block the door. In reality, Bill just got lucky that it was positioned correctly enough to have blocked the door so well, but he just assumed he was awesome and thought nothing more of it.
"Sucker," Bill started, his hands in his pockets. He looked around at the trees and laughed to himself sarcastically. "Sixer never wanted to help me, he clearly just wanted revenge after Weirdmageddon-" Bill continued, about to pass under a tree that had fallen.
As Bill walked underneath the large, dead tree, he was stopped and startled by a jump scare that had appeared in front of him. Ford had made his way atop the tree and jumped down to the ground in front of the demon just as he was passing through.
"You know, I'm not much of the revenge type," Ford started folding his arms and pointing at the other man with a finger. "And no matter how much you deserve a taste of your own medicine, I won't be one to inflict vengeance." He stated, with a small smirk plastered upon his face.
Bill took a step back with his hands in front of him. Ford took a step forward towards the demon and took hold of Bills left wrist with his right arm. The demon released a short gasp at the movement and looked up, ready for some sort of attack from the other man. Bill flinched and squeezed his eyes shut.
Ford looked at the other man's facial expressions and movement, and started a laugh that evolved into a sarcastic scoff.
"Do you honestly believe I'm going to hurt you?" Ford asked the other man. Bill opened his eyes and took another step back, Ford doing the same, his hand still gripping Bills wrist.
"Why wouldn't you?" Bill asked the human with a scoff. "I hurt you." He stated.
Ford sighed. "Because I'm not like you, Bill. I don't seek revenge out of every being that has done wrong to me." He said, looking into the demons yellow eyes. Bill glared at the comment the other man had just made, but accepted the fact that he did tend to act in that manner.
Bill, too, looked into Fords eyes for a few seconds, and broke the eye contact, jolting his wrist away from Ford and walking off.
Ford shook his head at the sudden movement, as if he had been in thought for a moment, and followed after Bill.
"Where are you going?" Ford asked. Bill looked back and glared at the other man. Ford squinted his eyes at the not-so-strange facial expression, and the two continued walking.
To Fords surprise, Bill had walked back to the Mystery Shack. The fact that Bill willingly came back, instead of having to argue with him about it, made Ford a bit more relieved. The two didn't speak much on the way out of the forest, nor at the front porch of the gift shop. Ford questioned the demons silent behavior, but decided not to speak openly about it. It was luck enough that Bill hadn't run off again, and he didn't want to change that and send the other man attempting to run away again.
The two were quiet until they got inside the elevator down to the basement. Bill looked at Ford and gave a small glare of warning.
"You should learn to trust me a bit more now that I hardly have any power, sixer." Bill commented. Ford didn't speak or give a comment back, instead he replaced words with a sigh.
Bill folded his arms and turned to face the other man. "I don't have much power, I can't do anything to hurt your family with magic, so maybe you should trust me more so I don't run off again."
Ford looked down at the ground, then turned his head to look at Bill. "I trusted that you wouldn't run off, and you couldn't even do that." Ford stated. Bill sighed obnoxiously, and Ford put up a finger, motioning that he wasn't finished speaking.
"However..." Ford started again. "You are correct. I will be more aware of what you do, and I hope that in time I can learn to trust you better." Ford said, being honest with his words.
The elevator gave a noise indicating that they had reached the destination. Bill made a mix of a smirk and a smile at Ford and reached his hand over to Fords hair, ruffling his hand in it. Ford looked down, trying to hide his face from the other man, afraid of what the motion would have done to him. "That's my Fordsy!" Bill joked, smirking at the other mans uncomfortable facial expression. Bill walked off and headed towards his makeshift bedroom.
Ford sighed again and watched the demon leave the room. He stepped out of the elevator and collapsed into an office chair, a hand holding up his head on one of the armrests. He didn't much understand why he was more concerned than stern with the fact that Bill had run off. He had earlier assumed that it was fear of the town that Bill had run off, but now Ford was anxious that he was more concerned for the demon himself.
Concerned for an old friend. That had to be it...
There's the end of chapter 14! I felt the need to write this chapter in this way, I really want this story to evolve, so I figured now would be the time to do so. Ford is concerned for his old friend, but more importantly...
He cares? Oh noes...
New chapter up soon!
