Blue Eyes, White Lies

Chapter 12

(I have no clue what it's been so long- I almost forgot I even had a wattpad-)

For us, yesterday was the calm before the storm. The laughing and giggling of last night was far gone when I woke up that morning. It felt like the tension had been lifted, but just as it had, another danger had become present. 

Never once in my life had I woken up with the threat of a supernatural hunter. Or a gang. Even normal ones didn't exist anywhere around campus for me. Danger wasn't my strong suit. 

If you must know, logic puzzles and nights curled up in the library are my strong suit. 

I'm half dressed when someone's fist (or head) hits the table downstairs. I button my shirt up, bolting down the stairs. 

For once, nothing happened. Besides Eric head-desking, that is. The clutter of pens and pencils is littered all over the kitchen table. Julian rolls his eyes at Eric. There's a mess of papers under him too, a fresh cork planner on a spot on the wall. I question how there's already several thumbtacks in it, despite it having been here less than eight hours. 

"Are...You alright, Eric?"

He sticks his thumb up, not lifting his head. He mumbles through the papers .

"Get... me.... a... red...bull..."

Exhausted. Got it. 

I throw him a can, which he catches with one hand, popping the lid. 

Julian rolls his eyes again. "While he's busy drinking that, I've got a few updates for you. Updates and plans."

He takes one of the sheets down from the board on the wall, setting it down on the coffee table for me to see. 

"We have reason to believe we have a lead. It's not much, but it's a lead. Now tell me, have you ever seen a symbol like this before?" He asks. 

There's two of the same symbol, one connected and one not. Three dots, very simple. At first, you see a triangle. On the connected side, it looks more like a throwing weapon. 

"I can't say I've seen anything like it."

I run my hand around the pattern on the paper. It has to be more than just a weapon.  My gut is telling me it is. The symbol theory is definitely correct. It can't simply be coincidence that it looks so strange.

"Neither have we. None of us can place it. Eric says that's what they want. Confusion."

"It would certainly aid them."

It was too early to tell. Madmen were madmen. It was never as simple as the movies made it look. (I should know, I took criminology.)

Julian tacks the papers back to the board. I run back upstairs, grabbing a jacket and my dagger. Something tells me I'll need it tonight. 

I know why we're going out. I know the symbol is too simple. I know how they mark coordinates.  Neither party is going down without a fight. 

I open up the laptop, deciding to contribute a bit on my own. It might lead me no where, but it's always worth a try.

I'll only be able to find something vague with what we have. A few common parts of their crimes, that's about it. Even the symbol is vague. 

I figure it's best to start with spikes in crime. 

Surprise surprise, nothing in our county in the last year. The next county over has some basic shoplifting cases, but nothing we'd need. Nothing for another few after that.