Terror

Chapter Twenty-Five

In the destroyed plaza, Angel let out a long sigh. Everything was still demolished, whether it was the buildings being knocked down or burned, the streets being uneven, or hydro poles knocked to the ground.

"What will happen? Could Cassandra and Divina beat Ashley?" Mallory panicked, waving her arms around.

"From our information, we defeat Ashley from all the harm she has caused," Angel said acidly.

There was much harm that Ashley has created in this place. He remembered the holes and fires in the beginning where she created one nearby the daycare when he still volunteered to help there. There was also the storm that caused an illness, burns, cold temperatures, and no electricity.

Thinking about his time at the daycare, there were barely any of them still alive that volunteered. Ilya and Layla were mostly the two who took charge. He felt his chest ache, remembering what happened to the both of them.

"Do we wait around until someone comes, because we have to figure out what's happening?" Mark inquired.

"It probably has to do with whatever Jason is doing," Angel sighed.

In this place, Greyson and Jason were out trying to track down Ashley. However, this might result in them coming back to deal with her final endgame.

"So, we watch more people die?" Mallory asked.

Angel didn't want to see more people die, especially with what had happened in this horrible place. He wasn't even the one who saw those with the illness die—just the attack on the daycare, Ilya's overdose, and all the children with the flu.

"Then come charges, court hearings, and jailing," Mark said flatly.

Angel looked around the dark plaza. The black sky didn't make it dark, with the bodies that had been placed or dragged to be buried near the park. This whole place was filled with its own darkness, and it felt like they were stained with it.

"Wait, will I be charged for the microwave incident?" Mallory questioned. "Because I blew up a microwave and threw it off the island."

"I thought you guys cleaned it up?" Mark inquired. "Or did you leave it because River said it's okay to keep the place trashed?"

"We did put another microwave in place. River didn't seem to mind," Mallory said, taking stiff steps backwards and stopping a fair distance away from them. "I know that you have to poke a fork in the potato."

Angel spotted the dim headlights of a car as Mallory ran toward them. Nevaeh leaned out the window with her tongue out as Emma pounced out of the car like her life depended on it.

"Merry Christmas!" Nevaeh laughed.

"But it's March?" Mallory inquired with knitted eyebrows.

Emma held up a box of fireworks, staring at it as if it were going to explode. Angel hoped these fireworks weren't made to be set off.

"We're hosting a beautiful fireworks show before more of us die," Nevaeh said with strain. "The sky is dark and..."

It appeared pitch dark, with small stars in the sky. River shone his own light, making some measure of light.

"I think she's making it harder for Ashley to see. However, there is still the struggle of actually finding her," James said.

Angel pinched his lips together, picking up one of the sparklers in the narrow boxes. They kept unloading more boxes while trying to come up with a direct solution for what would happen in the next few hours or days.

"Wait, we could have set off fireworks?" Mallory exclaimed.

"Wouldn't you blow up the house?" Mark teased.