Hell Hole

Disaster

White clung to his brother a little bit more before he composed himself. It was hard to watch his father use him like that. He declared him dead in front of the whole nation, played heartbroken parent and wasn't even ashamed of it. 

"I am alright now. P'Gumpa, can you give me your notes?" White asked. He leaned on Black, hoping his presence would calm his furious brother down. He could feel his anger through the bond. Gumpa reached for the folder, handing it to him. White opened it curiously. He needed distraction from the fact he was dead. 

"So, White is dead?" Yok asked confusedly.

"Per his father's stunt, yes. We can assume he won't look for him for now." Gumpa nodded. 

"That's sick." Yok huffed.

"No offence, but your father is a piece of shit." Sean declared, and White could only agree. 

"I know." He admitted. 

"He's worse than that bitch." Black snarled.

"I think you need to get some steam out of your body." Gumpa stood up, gesturing for his twin to get up and follow him. 

"And let White focus on the notes." He added. Black reluctantly let go of him and stood up. 

"I will be right there." He pointed at the mat not far from them, and White had a feeling the statement wasn't meant for him. He nodded and got back to the notes. He settled comfortably on the couch and started to read. He got through every page multiple times. It was hard to read about his brother fighting the creatures and getting injured. He sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his irritated eyes. The couch sank next to him, making him look up. 

"How is it going?" Sean asked, handing him a cup of coffee. White accepted it with a smile. He inhaled the intoxicating aroma and took a sip. The hot brow liquid burned pleasantly, warming him up from the inside. 

"I found a thing or two." He spoke up. 

"Really?"

"Can I ask you a few questions, though?"

"Go on." Sean nodded.

"You tried the fire and fireworks. It had some effect on the creatures. Can you tell me more?"

Sean frowned, thinking. 

"When we shoot the fireworks, they backed down for a moment. The fire had a similar effect, though they didn't seem to get injured by the fire itself." 

White hummed in understanding. 

"Maybe it's not the heat they are afraid of but the light itself. They do come out when it's dark or not sunny."

"But there are street lamps and car reflectors." Sean pointed out. White considered Sean's comment.

"Did you see them come closer to them, though?" He asked.

"I don't think so?" Sean's eyes widened. 

"I think we need something more powerful than street lamps or car reflectors." White assumed. If his hypothesis was correct, they could end this disaster.