Static Reflections: Book 1 of The Mortal Guard Series

Chapter 19 - Tyler: Accomplice

Chapter 19 - Tyler: "Accomplice"

Tyler drove down the dark and curving road, past flatlands, and looked for somewhere he could stop and calm down. Boris was back there, in that house, with Amaranthe. He was all alone with what was most likely a killer.

The German shepherd gripped the wheel as the golden weight in his mind constantly shifted on either side. Think, damn it! You could just run away from all this, leave him behind, steal his car, and he could die. Or, you could go back and what?! What can you do?! Go in there and be a hero?! With what fucking weapon?! God damn it, god damn it, god damn it! He smacked the steering wheel multiple times.

Why him? Why did this have to happen to him of all animals? And why did Tyler keep having this fight with himself in his mind? He had already told the otter he wouldn't leave him.

This was insane. There were two killers back there that, legally, should be in custody. He had a phone and the power to do that. He could pull over and call right now with his data.

But something inside Tyler just kept his foot pressed on the accelerator, driving down the ominous asphalt with only the light from Boris's car to guide him. The further he got from the situation behind him, the more nervous he got.

Up ahead, the white lights from a gas station could be seen, calling out to him. The canine's eyes flicked down to check the gas meter, unsurprised to find that it was near full. He would be surprised if Boris even let it get half empty, to be honest. A little down the road, Tyler pulled into the gas station and parked in a spot off to the side. He let go of the wheel and sat back, tilting his head back against the headrest.

Deciding to try and calm himself with the power of music, he reached his hand up and fussed with the fancy radio. As soon as he pressed the power button, a classical piano tune began playing. Tyler closed his eyes, trying to relax himself to the sound. He had always enjoyed piano, sure, but knowing that Boris played it and what was going on, well, it certainly wasn't helping.

Go back, Tyler. Find something that can help you. If Boris dies, it will never leave you. That's what you told him, isn't it? Fuck.

Tyler sighed, eyes flicking open. The dog began searching around the car for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. He even opened the glove compartment to check if maybe his murderific companion had any spare knives he kept in there. It's not like he knew how that mirror portal blade thing worked.

Just his luck. No weapons. He shook his head as the song continued to play, and he put the car in reverse, pulling out of the generic gas station just as soon as he had pulled in and sped down the road. Hopefully, Boris wasn't already--

Fuck. Faster and faster, the car careened down the empty street in the dead of night, Tyler hopefully going quick enough to make it back in time. He decided that he would just find a weapon there. The reason he had even driven off in the first place is so that the wolf didn't suspect anything.

The small white house quickly came into view, and Tyler rushed to park on the side of the road, despite the lane being only big enough for one vehicle. He sat there, looking at the creepy golden light leaking from the windows.

Alright, game time, Ty. You just gotta go in there and hope Boris is still alive and if he isn't-- He sighed, leaving the car to idle as he unbuckled, opening the door and stepping out, shutting it slowly but firmly so it wouldn't make a loud noise.

Coming around the car, the canine slowly got closer to the property, dreading what was to come. That is until he saw a large lump in the grass that definitely shouldn't have been there. A sinking feeling rose inside of him, and he sped up his movement, going over to the strange form and kneeling. Using his hands, he rolled it over and gasped at the sight.