Survival 101 - (Return to Mike's Residence)
Survival 101 - Return to Mike's Residence
March 18th 2006
Blog Entry 8
When Alice voiced going back to Mike's place to see if anything had been missed, no one objected to it. They had nothing to lose after all, except maybe Mike, but going to his hometown was most likely one step closer to finding the old man.
Ryan drove the pack back to Boulder. The ride was quiet. The road was clear, the sky grey and threatening to rain at any given time. A few drops of water splashed over the windshield, but that was as far the the bad weather went all day. Ryan concentrated his gaze on the road with his lips tightly shut and thinking as silently as he usually did. Mike was gone. Their tribute to Muraco kept being delayed. Things sure weren't going his way. He was not the type of man to show his utter emotions, even speak of them, but it was obvious the events troubled him. Of course, would anyone ask him, he would shrug it off as he always did.
However, as he drove, he caught a glimpse of something rather unusual from the corner of his eye. Miguel, as usual, sat in the back of the SUV, while Damien's large bulk sat in the backseat with his head lowered and his body slightly crouched. Alice was sitting in the passenger's seat next to Ryan, rubbing at her temple with her eyes closed. Her skin had gone from its pretty tanned bronze to a grayish complexion. A glimmer of sweat had appeared above her brows as well. Ryan slowed the pace of the SUV, giving her a few more glances, until finally, he asked her if she needed him to stop by the side of the road for some fresh air. The woman shook her head faintly, inquiring it was not necessary... but it only took less then a minute until she asked him to stop the vehicle. She stepped out in a hurry, ran by the ditch about ten feet from the group, fell to her knees, and threw up. After long minutes with her head down to stare at her lap, she finally stood back up, going back to her seat and not looking at any of the passengers. Not looking at Damien's whose frown betrayed worry and wonder. He decided to keep it to himself for the time being.
"Will you be alright?", Ryan asked her.
And to this, she replied she was fine, that it was nothing to worry about, and that they should be on their way.
Miguel snorted from the back of the SUV, "Heh, can't bring women anywhere, they always get in the way."
"Fuck you, Miguel", she spat back at him, to which he made a shark like mocking grin back at her in the rear view mirror.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
But she only rolled her eyes and set herself deep into the seat once more, looking outside as Ryan followed the road to Boulder again. By the time they got to the town, Alice had gained back her colors.
Upon finding Mike's house, it seemed to have been untouched since Damien's last investigation. Still, from the outside, the residence looked clean and undamaged, but as soon as the group entered by the door inside the garage door, they found themselves taking a deep breathe, finding the mess. Unfortunately, not only was the blood Damien had found gone, but there were no more clues to explain what could have happened to Mike. Obviously, had there been any, it would have been wiped out and away just like the blood.
And so they were at an impasse once again. There was nothing that could help them find clues about Mike's disappearance and obvious attackers. But they were not about to give up. The newspaper was brought up again, and although there was a lot of unease concerning the issue, it was obvious they would find the answers in the newspaper. It would be a good way to find out if, also, only the newspaper brought back to Denver had been cursed - if it was at all - or if all the newspapers to the date of the previous day were bugged. It was soon agreed that going to the local library would enable them to find previous newspapers archived, such as the Bolder News.
They found a large, old building, with bronze statues of random important people on each side of marble stairs. They were probably early Maire's, or the founders of Boulder, standing proudly with their chest puffed in their expensive clothes. On top of a large clock and tower was the American flag, flowing wildly with the wind. There were plenty of people going up and down the stairs, most of them university students, some children with graphic novels, others just plain people looking for a good novel of their choice.
Ryan pulled the SUV by the side of the road and by the entrance, looking at the two sets of wooden and metal doors. Everyone stepped out of the car, and Ryan stepped forward, looking back once before disappearing in the library. When the doors closed behind him, a thought most likely occurred to the pack and the woman. What if, by any misfortune, it sent Ryan into Death Rage as it had Miguel? This time, there were plenty of innocents to slay, not just a few people who knew of Ryan's real identity. There were children, elders, men and women, innocent bystanders not even looking back at the man with the green coat and the jersey shirt hanging lose over his jeans. He looked no different then they, like this, looking for archives... looking for something that had nearly gotten him killed.
When he stepped out of the library again, he had not gone into Death Rage, nor had he lost his mind. But when he looked at them, his gaze looked empty for a moment. When Damien asked him if he had found the paper, all Ryan did was glance at him strangely, saying "Found what?"
Damien shook his head and sighed. So the other newspapers were bugged as well. Sending Ryan back inside was out of the question, as the risk of seeing him turn into a wild, dangerous beast had gone a notch higher. Was there no way to read the newspaper at all?
"Maybe normal humans can read it fine", Alice inquired, "for all we know, supernatural beings could be the only ones affected. Humans wouldn't give a shit for this type of thing. If they did and found out about it, imagine the uproar. Besides, if it affected humans, we would've known already. News and gossips go by fast. This place would be infested with reporters from all over the country."
Ryan and Damien agreed it was most likely the case. Humans were fast to go to conclusions, and if Luna's Avatars had noticed something was odd when you read a part of the newspapers, other people were bound to have noticed too. Not everyone read their newspapers alone at peace. So what they needed to find was a human to read the obituaries aloud. Simple enough... or was it?
Damien scratched his bald head, looking at the doors with a sigh, and stepped forward, saying he would be back; that he had an idea.
The pack and Alice blinked at him, and watched him disappear behind the large, heavy doors of the Boulder Library.
To be Continued...
March 18th 2006
Blog Entry 8
When Alice voiced going back to Mike's place to see if anything had been missed, no one objected to it. They had nothing to lose after all, except maybe Mike, but going to his hometown was most likely one step closer to finding the old man.
Ryan drove the pack back to Boulder. The ride was quiet. The road was clear, the sky grey and threatening to rain at any given time. A few drops of water splashed over the windshield, but that was as far the the bad weather went all day. Ryan concentrated his gaze on the road with his lips tightly shut and thinking as silently as he usually did. Mike was gone. Their tribute to Muraco kept being delayed. Things sure weren't going his way. He was not the type of man to show his utter emotions, even speak of them, but it was obvious the events troubled him. Of course, would anyone ask him, he would shrug it off as he always did.
However, as he drove, he caught a glimpse of something rather unusual from the corner of his eye. Miguel, as usual, sat in the back of the SUV, while Damien's large bulk sat in the backseat with his head lowered and his body slightly crouched. Alice was sitting in the passenger's seat next to Ryan, rubbing at her temple with her eyes closed. Her skin had gone from its pretty tanned bronze to a grayish complexion. A glimmer of sweat had appeared above her brows as well. Ryan slowed the pace of the SUV, giving her a few more glances, until finally, he asked her if she needed him to stop by the side of the road for some fresh air. The woman shook her head faintly, inquiring it was not necessary... but it only took less then a minute until she asked him to stop the vehicle. She stepped out in a hurry, ran by the ditch about ten feet from the group, fell to her knees, and threw up. After long minutes with her head down to stare at her lap, she finally stood back up, going back to her seat and not looking at any of the passengers. Not looking at Damien's whose frown betrayed worry and wonder. He decided to keep it to himself for the time being.
"Will you be alright?", Ryan asked her.
And to this, she replied she was fine, that it was nothing to worry about, and that they should be on their way.
Miguel snorted from the back of the SUV, "Heh, can't bring women anywhere, they always get in the way."
"Fuck you, Miguel", she spat back at him, to which he made a shark like mocking grin back at her in the rear view mirror.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
But she only rolled her eyes and set herself deep into the seat once more, looking outside as Ryan followed the road to Boulder again. By the time they got to the town, Alice had gained back her colors.
Upon finding Mike's house, it seemed to have been untouched since Damien's last investigation. Still, from the outside, the residence looked clean and undamaged, but as soon as the group entered by the door inside the garage door, they found themselves taking a deep breathe, finding the mess. Unfortunately, not only was the blood Damien had found gone, but there were no more clues to explain what could have happened to Mike. Obviously, had there been any, it would have been wiped out and away just like the blood.
And so they were at an impasse once again. There was nothing that could help them find clues about Mike's disappearance and obvious attackers. But they were not about to give up. The newspaper was brought up again, and although there was a lot of unease concerning the issue, it was obvious they would find the answers in the newspaper. It would be a good way to find out if, also, only the newspaper brought back to Denver had been cursed - if it was at all - or if all the newspapers to the date of the previous day were bugged. It was soon agreed that going to the local library would enable them to find previous newspapers archived, such as the Bolder News.
They found a large, old building, with bronze statues of random important people on each side of marble stairs. They were probably early Maire's, or the founders of Boulder, standing proudly with their chest puffed in their expensive clothes. On top of a large clock and tower was the American flag, flowing wildly with the wind. There were plenty of people going up and down the stairs, most of them university students, some children with graphic novels, others just plain people looking for a good novel of their choice.
Ryan pulled the SUV by the side of the road and by the entrance, looking at the two sets of wooden and metal doors. Everyone stepped out of the car, and Ryan stepped forward, looking back once before disappearing in the library. When the doors closed behind him, a thought most likely occurred to the pack and the woman. What if, by any misfortune, it sent Ryan into Death Rage as it had Miguel? This time, there were plenty of innocents to slay, not just a few people who knew of Ryan's real identity. There were children, elders, men and women, innocent bystanders not even looking back at the man with the green coat and the jersey shirt hanging lose over his jeans. He looked no different then they, like this, looking for archives... looking for something that had nearly gotten him killed.
When he stepped out of the library again, he had not gone into Death Rage, nor had he lost his mind. But when he looked at them, his gaze looked empty for a moment. When Damien asked him if he had found the paper, all Ryan did was glance at him strangely, saying "Found what?"
Damien shook his head and sighed. So the other newspapers were bugged as well. Sending Ryan back inside was out of the question, as the risk of seeing him turn into a wild, dangerous beast had gone a notch higher. Was there no way to read the newspaper at all?
"Maybe normal humans can read it fine", Alice inquired, "for all we know, supernatural beings could be the only ones affected. Humans wouldn't give a shit for this type of thing. If they did and found out about it, imagine the uproar. Besides, if it affected humans, we would've known already. News and gossips go by fast. This place would be infested with reporters from all over the country."
Ryan and Damien agreed it was most likely the case. Humans were fast to go to conclusions, and if Luna's Avatars had noticed something was odd when you read a part of the newspapers, other people were bound to have noticed too. Not everyone read their newspapers alone at peace. So what they needed to find was a human to read the obituaries aloud. Simple enough... or was it?
Damien scratched his bald head, looking at the doors with a sigh, and stepped forward, saying he would be back; that he had an idea.
The pack and Alice blinked at him, and watched him disappear behind the large, heavy doors of the Boulder Library.
To be Continued...
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