You might remember me writing something about there being no better motivator than wanting to ignore my own fragile mortality to right? Apparently, an even greater one is the fragility of ones sanity... I have had some... very rough weeks at this job in the states, there's one week left, and after two weeks with a total of only 32 hrs break where I'm not passed out cold, looking back I am honestly shocked at what I managed to crank out... 11,000 words, on my 24 hr break last weekend, and now, that I have wi-fi for the moment on my laptop, I've decided to post this, next week I'll probably post chapters... 27, 28, 29, 30? Yeah I've cranked out five chapters since the last time I posted... it's how I've kept sane.
Anyway, enough of me rambling about my slipping hold on sanity, it will come back to me, eventually, right now, I want you all to enjoy this latest chapter, and don't be afraid to let me know what you think!
"Welcome to Barcelona!" Kia called, arms out wide on the hanging walkway built into the warehouse they had been led to.
Once the heavy slats of the warehouse had been closed, and Bumblebee's charges had given them enough space, they transformed up to their full heights.
Bumblebee gave Kia a friendly wave and a spanish radio recording that he'd already picked up.
It got a chuckle at of the tan woman as she moved to lean her holoforms arms on the railing of the walkway. "Gracias abejorro." She replied back.
Bumblebee's doorwings bounced, before leaning down to offer Mikaela his servo, the teen catching his meaning and carefully sitting in his waiting palm.
Her father watched on, still unsure of this all as Bumblebee rose back up and moved to bring his charge within reach of the walkway.
Kia reached out, offering her holoforms hand to the teen, and within a quick moment Mikaela was standing beside the older woman.
Kia patted her shoulder to get her full attention. "Work starts next week. Though I have a tailor coming tomorrow to my villa to get the measurements for your uniform."
Mikaela was quick to nod her head, before she noticed something, a little red stain on Kia's cheek. "Rendezvous with a lover Kia?"
Kia went rigid for a moment, reaching up to rub at the spot, pulling her fingers away, Mikaela noticed the red wasn't the waxy texture of lipstick… but instead…
"Ah no, there was a… welcoming party when I arrived, haven't turned off the holoform since." Kia patted her shoulder again. "Don't worry though, you'll just be my secretary, they don't go after secretaries."
Mikaela breathed out a strained laugh. "Can't be any more dangerous than a missile being shot at you?"
Kia practically beamed. "Ha! We'll make an Estrada out of you yet girl!"
"I'm still not one hundred percent onboard with this." Mikaela's father called up.
Ratchet glanced down, and following Bumblebee's earlier lead, offered his servo to the man.
Mr Barnes waved off the offer, walking over to metal stairs that lead up to the walkway. "Not one hundred percent on that either."
Kia regarded the man. "And again, allow me to reassure you, that no harm will come to her, or you, Winston has already offered to be her personal guard, she'll be perfectly safe with him. Considering she also has Bumblebee, I doubt you have anything to worry about Mr Barnes… now that I think of it, the matter of your employment is still unresolved."
The change of subject wasn't missed, and Mr Barnes huffed. "I ain't working a des-"
Kia cut him off. "One of my mechanics as been waylaid by a tumour, there's now an opening."
Mr Barnes' words fully died away as he processed her statement. "I wouldn't need to be re-trained…"
Kia smirked and extended her hand out. "You will be paid handsomely for your service, more than enough that you'll never have to worry about stealing another car… unless situationally paramount."
They all gave her a look for that.
But Kia just flicked the collar of her shoulder padded leather jacket, pulled at the cups covering her bust by the strings that held them together, and pushed her sunglasses further up her features. "An SUV will guide you to the manor at nine sharp tomorrow morning, don't be late, the tailor charges by the minute."
And with that, the Bateleur Harpies holoform flickered out of existence, dried blood flakes drifted down to the ground from where the thing they were attached to suddenly vanished out of existence.
Mikaela huffed and glanced over at her guardian. "Soo… wanna scout Barcelona Bee?"
The scout was already transformed into his camaro form before she could finish the sentence.
All at once, Kia's holoform was back. "Oh! One more thing, you might want to… change your alt mode, you were seen getting off the Gilded Falcon as an American Camaro, the same with you Ratchet, look for some European models in the selection that Ira provided and then head out, I doubt you want to end your first day in Barcelona with a bullet through your rear tire." The moment her statement was done the holoform flickered back out of existence.
Bumblebee's radio buzzed in disappointment, he liked this alt mode, it's powerful engine, frame, suspension… did he really have to?
Ratchet clearly picked up on his hesitance. "I am not pulling bullets out of you kid."
The words were there, but unspoken.
The Harpies had enemies, and they had allied with them, this was just a new danger brought from this agreement.
They were targets, and the safest way to avoid confrontation was to prevent anyone from recognising them.
American vehicles on the European continent were apparently uncommon enough to be a marked feature.
After five minutes of going through all the alt modes available that fit his frame type and were from a European nation, Bumblebee realised he'd gone through the list twice and he should probably stop being so picky about this.
It was to prevent people shooting him, and by proxy his charge…
Sacrifices had to be made, so he selected the one that he'd shoved down his interest for the last two goes around.
The transformation process was swift, the back seats folding away into his subspace as he adopted his new altmode, the two seater 2007 Opel Speedster.
Already he mourned the loss of his old alt mode, but the impressed whistle from Mikaela lessened that dent a bit. "Looking good Bee, even kept the paint job."
Bumblebee blared his horn and swung open the passenger door, his holoform already in the driver's seat.
Mikaela took her time on the stairs, but broke into a quick sprint once she was on the bottom, though did a quick double take when she realised the seating was reversed.
European car, steering wheel on the right, passenger on the left, she could get used to that.
Ratchet watched the scout book it back out of the warehouse, rolling his optics in good nature before looking to Mr Barnes. "So… now what?" He asked gruffly.
Mr Barnes just shrugged. "Wait for something to happen I guess."
Barcelona, Bumblebee quickly discovered, was nothing like America.
It stood to reason, different continents, different culture, architecture… it was like visiting a different city state back on Cybertron.
Though the amount of jaywalkers was starting to stress him out a bit.
Didn't they see the perfectly working stop signs just a way ahead?
He was having to drive under the speed limit because of traffic yes, but that didn't mean they could just jump in front of his bumper right before he was going to move again!
Mikaela had already blared his horn twice at especially dangerous jaywalkers, they just looked back at the both of them in confusion.
Maybe it would of been an idea to ask Kia about road etiquette… he sent a warning ping to the rest of the bots.
Optimus and Jazz both sent back replies, and Optimus added the extra information that the Gilded Falcon had already departed from the port, and was now bound for Monaco.
He wished them a safe journey and slammed his brakes on again, even creators with younglings were doing it!
His holoforms forehead banged into the top of his steering wheel, Mikaela patted his back sympathetically, he appreciated the gesture.
Primus help him this was going to be an adjustment.
He glanced up at the road ahead as something dawned on him.
An adjustment… this was all just an adjustment… being in Europe, working with the Harpies, having a charge, it was drastically different from what he thought he'd be doing now that they technically had the Allspark.
But at the same time, it felt right to be here, stuck in traffic, with Mikaela enjoying the sights, with Kia hosting them, with her having the Allspark.
That was especially odd, the fact she had the Allspark didn't make him worry… the most important piece of his homeworld culture, in a former organic, and he wasn't worried at all.
Kia could handle herself, they were just there to make sure the Decepticons didn't discover the precious cargo she carried.
The blare of a horn behind him jolted him into realising the traffic light was green.
Hitting the accelerator he raced through, causing Mikaela to yelp for a moment before he slowed back to normal, having already caught up with the car in front.
Mikaela breathed out a sigh. "Isn't there a Cathedral nearby that's been under construction for like… three hundred years or something?"
Bumblebee didn't have an answer, but noticed there was in fact a road sign at the next junction with the spanish word for Cathedral… it wouldn't hurt to do some tourist level of sight seeing with traffic this bad…
Estrada Villa Vallvidrera region
Kia's holoform scowled as it looked over the main living room.
Her staff were hard at work, cleaning every possible surface of the blood that had been splattered everywhere last afternoon.
Winston stepped over to her. "We've managed to ID one of the bodies, it's from one of the local gangs."
Kia's scowled furthered. "I thought Barcelona had been purged."
Winston nodded. "It has been, they were from Mataró."
Kia hummed under her breath. "Send a squadron, take the head, and make it very clear they're under new management."
Winston saluted and rushed out of the room to do that, already pulling his flip phone out to call in one of the squadrons.
Kia rubbed at her temples with the tips of her fingers, trying fruitlessly to abate the throb she could feel coming on, she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, and now she was having to deal with… this.
She landed in the already constructed entry tunnel, made her way to the partially excavated bunker, and had settled down for the night to rest her weary limbs from the long flight.
She'd activated her holoform, wanting to check to make sure that everything within her childhood home looked just as her memories provided.
She'd walked into a veritable army.
All with guns, and other unsavoury weapons.
Safe to say, by the time her own forces came to defend her, she'd already slain twenty, and the rest were trying to escape the 'devil woman'.
If anything the title had pissed her off more than anything, she was a Harpy, not a devil.
By the time the last blubbering would be assassin was put out of his misery, the living room was practically painted in red and gore.
The smell was already becoming putrid, the bodies already sent off to her recently purchased private crematorium, the ashes would be sent back to the loved ones, but with only ashes, the family would have to admit being in criminal activity themselves to try and get justice for their fallen family.
She had no love for fools who thought they could kill her, but she did have sympathy for the families, and once they were identified, and she'd officially taken over the gangs territory, the families would receive compensation for their loses, the children could even receive training, a bit of coercion to stay on her good list...
All of this took organisation and planning, she had to call up Wren to run the logistics for her, as she commanded her staff through the cleaning process.
Before she knew it, a whole day had passed, and she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
She'd taken a break to welcome Bumblebee, Ratchet, Mikaela and her father to Barcelona, discovered her holoform now had the ability to show and hold onto blood stains, and then returned back to the Villa that held so many childhood memories, fond memories...she pondered if this had been a mistake, but thought twice, it felt right to be home.
It was just annoying that it had almost immediately been stained red.
Didn't help all the walls were painted white.
Apparently the twins had had no such issues with arriving at their manor in Monaco, and Ira was still enroute to Rome, having pulled an all day flight, though she had to be careful in not being spotted on her final approach into Rome as dusk broke.
Looking around the living room, she decided to just take a quick tour around the villa… or maybe… maybe she could just go to bed, yes, that was a good idea…
She looked to one of the staff. "I'll be hungry when I wake."
The staff nodded, not looking up from where they were rubbing cleaning chemicals into the wooden coffee table.
She glanced at the sofa, the casings were going to need to be washed…
Hopefully all the blood would be gone in time for the tailor arriving the next morning.
With nothing to really do, she left the living room, taking the spiral iron railed staircase up to the smaller second floor where both hers and two guest bedrooms where.
In her youth one of those had been her mother and fathers, the guest room frequently taken by close or distant relatives who were visiting on family matters.
Now, it was quiet, as identical as this Villa was from the one in her memories, it lacked the character of a home well lived in.
She had every intention of fixing that.
But first, she needed to sleep… hopefully she'd be able to get a few hours in at least.
Though with the staff keeping as quiet as possible as she worked, and the lack of a living presence resting beside her, she had a feeling she would not be so lucky.
Pushing the door open, Kia jumped, startled by what she saw as she looked to the bed.
Aria and Wren were sitting there, looking at her with soft smiles.
Her racing heart calmed a bit, they hadn't missed a would be assassin… "Testing out the long range projectors?"
Both twins nodded, and Wren tossed a piece of scrunched up paper at her.
She caught it and unfolded the piece, reading it out. "Sound isn't working yet. Ahh, why are you here?"
Aria tossed a piece of scrunched up paper to her, Kia laughed, how many pre-written notes did they have?
"'We knew you'd need the company' … Arien…"
Both patted the bed, and Kia realised they were already in their nightwear, silk semi-transparent spaghetti strap tops that left nothing to the imagination, and silken short shorts.
Kia huffed. "Trying to seduce me?" She joked.
It was a running joke, one that got silent laughs out of both twins as Aria waved her off.
They all knew the truth, they overheated easily in bed, as little attire whilst maintaining some form of decency was preferred over waking up half ready for a fine roast.
Of course, the holoforms weren't their human bodies, but habits like these weren't easily broken.
So, after a quick wardrobe change herself into a shin long night gown, she slipped in between the two.
Aria turned into her, curling up to press the top of her head into her back, as she in turn wrapped her arms around Wren's middle.
She took the time to look over the tattoo on Wren's back, the tattoo on the twins was the most expansive of all of them, the broad wings that stretched across their shoulder blades and down the back of their arms, the crest of the triage, and all the intricate details between, well over fifty roses filling in the gaps with their white pigment, standing out against the black gradients of the rest of the tattoo.
It was an impressive work of art.
It was a shame they had to hide it when the Autobots were present, the Cybertronian names etched into them would have been…
Kia paused, looking over the alien lettering… it looked, different now…
Kia could only guess, but she figured that the original tattoo hadn't been the correct spelling, and that it had now been corrected.
She'd ask the twins if they'd noticed it another time.
Right now, she had good company, and a lot of sleep to catch up on.
Yes it was only just gone six in the evening, but the twins were already there ready to call it a night with her, and that was reason enough.
With that thought in mind, she allowed herself to drift off, content surrounded by the two other holoforms.
She did miss the heat they put off in their human bodies though, it had become subdued in their Harpy forms, still hotter than either her or Ira, but not as much as they used to be…
Her thoughts faded away as she slipped into oblivion, dancing around memories from her youth as they merged with fantasy.
Rome, a few hours later
Touching down was tricky, the entrance to her tunnel was hidden in the side of a hill near the Coliseum, hidden from tourists by a high wall and higher trees.
She was glad a second, longer tunnel that led all the way out of the city was already well under way, holding herself up in the clouds until after night had fallen, after her already long flight gliding on thermals was an exhausting affair she had little to no intention of repeating anytime soon.
Eventually though, she slunk into the new bunker under her old apartment blocks underground parking, her wings stiff and sore and her frame wanting nothing more than to just curl up and rest.
So, she did just that, activating her holoform in the penthouse for a quick look around.
She looked to where her bedroom had been, and stepped inside.
There was a bed, not her bed, no desk, no monitors... no chair…
No pots painted with skulls, no paintings in the twins unique style of clashing colours, no posters of sports cars that haven't even been built yet.
Of course none of it would be there…
Looks like she was going shopping tomorrow…
Something smashed in the kitchen.
Going rigid for a moment, Ira processed the sound, it sounded ceramic, hitting the granite countertop…
Fury raced through her, that better not of been part of the crockery set she'd bought!
In only a few sprinted strides she was grabbing onto the kitchen's island, nails scratching against the polished granite to jerk her holoform to a stop so she could glare murder at the ars…
Oh… it was Glen…
Said teen stared back at her, open mouthed and stiff as stone.
Had… had he been standing there since she activated her holoform in the connected living room?
Apparently so, she leaned over the wide island just enough to look down at the spot his hands, still in the position of holding something, hung in there air.
Yup, that was one of her new bowls.
Great… more shopping to do.
Leaning back a bit she reached over and snapped her fingers in front of his face.
The sudden sound jolted him, and the teen let off a truly girlish scream as he ducked down behind the counter, hands over his head.
Ira rolled her eyes. "Rela', ah ain' gonna hur' yah." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yah hungry?"
Glen peered up at her, realising she didn't plan to kill him over a broken bowl. "Y-yes…?"
Ira huffed again but pushed off the island to move around to the fridge.
She opened it, sure enough, empty.
Of course it would be, she didn't have live in staff like the other Harpies waiting on her hand of foot, she'd kill someone if they tried to.
"Righ, give meh ah minute."
She moved over to the landline, typing in a number she still knew by heart.
Within a few minutes of back and forth, and one ask of Glen about his preferred toppings, the order and payment was made.
She made a mental note they'd have to go to the local market to get food in the morning. Leftovers only lasted so long.
She put the landline back down and turned her full attention back to Glen. "How lon' yah been here?"
Glen glanced at the clock on the oven. "Err… woke up… like… three hours ago…"
Ira nodded, made sense, she'd requested he be dropped off at her apartment. "A' leas' tell meh yah wo'e up in ah be'?"
Glen seemed to take a moment to understand what she said before it seemed to dawn on him. "Oh! No… I woke up on the Sofa…" He pointed to the large item of furniture, it's orange and yellow woven outer layer pristeen, unlike the one in her original apartment, sullied over the few years she had it by the things that had occurred on it.
"Betta than tha floor ah guess, yah pic'e' ah room ye'?"
"Err… no?"
"One a' tha en' is mine, there ah four others, ta'e yah pic'."
Glen nodded, and immediately bolted down the corridor where all the bedrooms where.
Ira shook her head. He'd have to get used to her, they were living under the same roof now.
That would come with time, that she knew.
If the twins could have the patience for her, she could have the patience for Glen.
In theory.
She was tired, she wanted to sleep, but that bed wasn't one she wanted, she'd have to just sleep in her actual frame tonight.
Not something any of them enjoyed.
With a groan of begrudging acceptance, she de-activated her holoform, the feeling of her actual frame laying on the recently laid concrete causing her to squirm in an attempt to find a spot that her aching frame would find comfortable.
Something told her… oh, an invite?
Oh the twins were testing out the long range holoform generators… She went over the diagnostics, the sound needed to be worked out, but there'd been no other issues.
Wren recommended a relocation to the twins bed in Monaco, given it was closer to Rome than Barcelona.
She accepted the invite and booted up the long range generator, it was a side project she'd worked on, on and off for the last year after Wren brought up the suggestion of being able to generate their holoforms at a further distance than the range provided by the generators in their frames.
So far, the long range generators had only been installed in their homes, and in the warehouses that Kia and the twins now owned, but she was looking to change that soon.
Soon enough she was curled up between Aria and Kia, legs intertwined with Kia in front and Aria holding onto her shoulders at the back.
The twins bed was massive, arguably able to fit a twenty strong orgy without anyone falling off.
The pitch black mattress cover, pure white duvet, and a veritable horde of plush silken, goose down filled pillows that gave under her head just right.
It was all finished off with a silken quilt, not the same that the twins had made, but one of high qualities nonetheless that was used to hold the duvet at the bottom of the bed in place until someone wanted to stay a bit warm when they went to the kitchen for something to eat.
Not far from the end of the bed, she spotted the silhouettes of the twins dogs, Nuit and Noir, curled up together on their own bed, cute.
On the other side of the room, the fireplace crackled with dying embers, the room slowly cooling whilst they remained warm, laying together for the company they all so desperately sought in their slumber.
It had saved their lives more than once sharing a bed after all.
She couldn't say anything, but she could fix that later, right now, she was in a comfy bed, and she could just… sleep.
"Ira… put some clothes on." Aria mumbled.
Ira rolled her eyes but heeded Aria's request, generating a pair of sweatpant short shorts and a two sizes too big T-shirt.
Not long after, she slipped into oblivion with the rest of them once more.
Her and Kia would return to their own cities in the morning, likely after they'd had breakfast, and then, she had some shopping to do.
The Gates
The Gates of Hell, for centuries, a sight that has wrought horror from every soul that has arrived at it's flaming form.
The guards were no more than statues now though, there was no need to force souls inside, they all knew there was nowhere else to go.
It was a bitter truth.
The guards only moved to bow their head as the form of Grim manifested, her ethereal black tendrils dancing out from around her, billowing like a low sitting cloud of noxious gas.
She bowed in return to the guards and strode inside, the souls around her parting like a sea to allow the one who brought them here to pass, many whispering to others, others they'd never known in life, would never of had the chance to meet in life, now linked in their whispering, their wondering.
Their questioning simple, their curiosity greatly peaked, after all… what had had to of happened for death herself grace Hell?
What could possibly convince her to put her soul harvesting the multiverse on hold?
How much more royally fucked could they be?
She ignored them all, taking her time, yet having an urgency to her that outpaced all those around her, who parted like an endless sea, their soul forms instinctively shifting away from that noxious cloud and skeletal face.
Demons, monsters and spawns of the ever-burning pits looked just as the souls did, though they did not question why she was here, they knew why, so instead, they hoped her presence was the good omen they wished it to be.
Lakes of magma bubbled, becoming rivers fast and fierce beneath the bridges she crossed, all moved aside as she continued onwards.
It was only at the gates of the centre circle did Grim stop, her unseeing eyes staring up at the guards, who sent on the message of her arrival, the heavy gates opening to allow her to slip through.
Before her, the centre circle, and the grand hall of Hell loomed even higher than the gates did, they'd redecorated again she was last here… the style was an… interesting choice, renaissance gothic, with flying buttresses and a thousand and one gargoyels, all spewing magma from their mouths, straight onto the backs of the foulest souls she'd ever had the displeasure of collecting.
The main hall was filled by a table, one so long the end seemed to narrow into a point sharper than the scythe she used now akin to a walking stick, every tap of its end jarring the souls of the dead within every circle of Hell.
At the very end though, there were three chairs, the centre one filled by the only individual currently sitting at the table set for thousands, flanked on either side by two of his generals, who stood a few paces behind the table, weapons ever at the ready, just in case, their grotesque, demonic forms hardly phasing her, she's seen hagfish.
Within a moment she stood to the left of the one sitting in the chair. "Lucifer."
"Grim… I suppose you have news?" The king of Hell enquired, looking up from the never-ending scroll that was slowly rolling down in front of him before re-rolling on the other end.
Grim nodded. "I found them."
The fallen angel was upon his cloven hooves in a moment, the chair slamming into the wall behind it from the force of his rising, the generals didn't even twitch as he took Death herself by the cheeks. "WHERE?!" The look of pure elation on his features was telling, two years of fretful worry and inability to search himself had taken its toll on the already over stressed king of demons.
The three serpents he had coiled within the golden cage that hung next to him from a chain on the ceiling, hissed in unison at the both of them.
Grim grimaced. "They have been taken from us… claimed by a god of another reality… it is doubtful we will get them back…"
To see the joy on his face warp into despairing horror was painful.
His hands dropped from her cheeks to land on her shoulders. "Where? Grim… please… where are my girls?"
Grim bit into her lower lip, the ink like markings on her features shifting to show her own worries and anxiety over the situation. "It's easier to show you…"
She reached out, and pressed a single skeletal finger to his forehead, between the set of horns that sprouted from his head were.
She shared the memory, of sensing an abundance of white roses, the twin's method for summoning her.
Finding herself jumping her sentience across the dimensional rifts, to land on the front porch of a familiar villa in Monaco, gliding through the doorway and up into the familiar greyscale manor until she stood in the office he knew as well as she did, looking over the sea of white roses.
The doors had opened, she turned to face the sound, and there they were.
The noise Lucifer made at the sight of them, both of them, flanked by two pure black hounds, gave her a repeat feeling of the mix of joy and surprise she'd had at seeing them, finally split apart.
They'd long believed they wouldn't get to see them like that, until their mortality came to an end.
But she also didn't miss the sliver of oil that leaked from the corner of his eyes.
She showed them talking, interacting, how they were scared, how she could touch them, but there was a barrier, one they couldn't see, but one that danced across them in a way that was distinctly not of Earth.
"They're projections… their true bodies are… well… Primus is the one who has them, so one can imagine they're not made of flesh and bone anymore."
Lucifer's jaw hung slightly agape, his grip on her shoulders tight. "And.. and the deal?"
Grim shrugged. "He wants them to merge with the relics of his created species… Kia already has, she's immortal… and I highly doubt it will be different from the others."
He was shaking, and she gestured subtly for the chair to be brought back as she eased him into it, his head already buried in his hands. "Luci…"
"My girls… my sly… conniving… lethal girls… and I can't even go see them…"
Grim shook her skeletal head. "No… you can't… Whenever I can, I'll check in on them, and let you know how their doing…"
"I knew something was wrong… I knew they'd been stolen… but I kept denying it… they were just lost… just lost… instead… they were stolen… I fear that… without them… the earth as we know it will be lost…"
Grim nodded, Lucifer wasn't wrong.
By all accounts, their last hope at saving this Earth, Lucifer's Earth, from the sickness that plagued it… was gone…
Now it was just a matter of making Hell… liveable…
After all, after Heaven collapsed, alongside the other 'good' afterlives, Hell was the only one left.
Mostly because she had a soft spot for Lucifer, and hadn't slaughtered him like all the rest.
The souls of her favoured Earth had to go somewhere.
She patted his shoulder. "I must return to my duties."
Lucifer nodded, bidding her a farewell before slumping back into the chair, the scroll no longer interested him.
He looked to the inhabitants of the cage beside him, the three snakes, one with a broken neck, it's head off to the side, one, listless, the colour of its eyes gone, one only needed to slice it open to see what horrors remained of its internal organs.
And the final one, it had no scales, but coal black flesh, charred to the point it could barely move.
All three looked smug.
He huffed and smirked. "They will sit beside me, one day, and when they do, I'll finally be rid of you."
All three hissed again.
Ooooh, the plot thickens, again, heads up, if I have like, the mental strength left, I'm gonna go through all the up coming chapters and get them ready to post in the next week, I'm honestly looking forward to being at 30,000+ feet again flying to California now, and that's, really saying something.
Honestly I just wanna sleep now, so, signing off for now, toodles!
Moon.
