Derek left the hospital, feeling bored.
Bored, bored, bored.
He needed something to cure the boredom.
But what?
Maybe he should start looking for a new job.
He could be a fast food worker? Surely no one could mess THAT up.
But with the pay you get for that…
As Derek pondered this, he failed to notice thevan nearing him. By the time he did, it was too late. Armed men jumped out of the back, and dragged Derek in. Lily was watching from her room however, and DID see what was happening.
It's too bad the only person that seemed to notice had a bullet wound in their leg.
Lily waited until nightfall, when there were less people in the hospital. She threw on her white hoodie and jeans, grabbed her bag, and climbed out of the window. She ignored the pain, as she couldn't allow an innocent to be harmed. Not if she could do something about it. Down she climbed, lower and lower, until her feet touched the ground. She sped along the sidewalk, in the direction the van went. She really had no idea where it could be, but she had to try.
"What do you want?" Derek asked, as guards tied him to a metal chair, which was, in turn, bolted to the ground.
"We want information. We know you have it. Where is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That's what they always say. Look, you can make this easy, or make this hard. It's your choice."
"Wha-I don't have it! I think! I don't even know what you're looking for!"
"The sword, Derek. The Sword of Eden. We don't have all day."
