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ALEX CASEY
Should Saga have been back by now? Jash hadn’t been able to get an exact timeline of events since things could change ever so slightly in each loop.
I wanted to check up on her but I couldn’t. She could be in the middle of a fight and my call would get her killed. The only thing I could do was to trust Jash in his belief that there was no possibility that Saga would die.
In his mind we were far enough along in the spiral that Alan would have worked out all the kinks. If I didn’t trust my husband then I could potentially **** everything up.
I looked at Alan to distract myself. The writer looked like he was debating saying anything. Maybe some conversation would help calm my nerves.
“I know you were lying about the prequel series.” I said. “I did some research into you when the Cult of the Word targeted me. Didn’t see anything about a prequel show. I’m not angry you lied about it. If I was unable to handle a little teasing then I wouldn’t be able to work with Saga.”
“I don’t regret making the joke.” Alan said as if some weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
I stood up quickly and felt the pleasant weight of a gun in my hands. The Cult of the Tree had come and wanted Alan dead. They would have to kill me first and I did not go down easily.
“Stay down.” I snapped and Alan went on his knees. “Under the table.”
I went to the side of the window so I could both see out and avoid a bullet. With a glance I saw that Alan was under the table. When Jash was in Bright Falls before, Scratch had been using Alan like a bus. That meant Alan was safe but now there hadn’t been any sign of Scratch since Cauldron Lake.
Could Alan die now?
“We just want Wake.” A man yelled. “We don’t want to harm anyone else.”
“**** off!” I retorted.
“I need a gun.” Alan said as I began to run out of the room.
“So do I.” I apologized.
It was utter chaos once I left the lodge. There were the cultists who were easy to non-fatally shoot. If this was over quick enough they wouldn’t even be in danger of bleeding out. It was also easy to dodge the shots of people who weren’t properly trained.
The most death these people had endured was killing through a ritual. They waited until a Taken came out of the lake and stumbled towards them. Each time a bullet came close to me I winced in embarrassment.
As soon as I got into a rhythm disarming various cultists the Taken appeared. I turned to avoid various hatches thrown my way. I then started to shoot them and forgot about the cultists. Even they would know to prioritize the Taken over an agent of the FBI.
“Why won’t you die?” I asked as a Taken split into two people upon being shot.
I heard a bullet go by my ear and then watched as it lodged itself into the Taken’s head. Before I could turn to see who had nearly killed me, I heard the cultist scream and then go silent. I turned away from the now dead Taken to aim my gun at yet another of those monsters.
The Taken decided to turn back towards the lodge.
“*********, Alan!” I cried out.
As I aimed my gun at the Taken, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Was tha-I turned to see what appeared to be a black cloud running towards me. My heart beat faster as my goal was now to outrun Scratch.
It was either become possessed and be a nightmare for everyone or let Alan defend himself. Maybe I should have given him my gun.
A cruel bit of hope crept into my mind. If Scratch was able to be here then Jash must also be around. Was he alive? Had Scratch been unable to kill him or was he dead? I had to put my husband out of my mind.
If he was actually alive I could kiss him later.
As I continued to strain myself past my limits, I heard very human screams. If I turned to look at Scratch mercilessly killing people I would be dead. So I forced myself to only focus on running away.
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