Behind closed doors

Bloodline Pt.2

CHAPTER 2: How the past clicks with your future

Recap:
Carmen is kidnapped by a foreign secret agency she believed to be German. She escaped with amnesia, and the line we left off from:

"Who the hell is Carlotta Valdez?"

The motel creaked and moaned, the howling wind snarled against its glass obstruction, with enough force to make penetrating sounds against the bedroom walls.

Shadowsan stayed in bed, his eyes wide open.

Carmen had gone for a walk 3 hours ago. Her record was 4, but he was open to possibility.

After attempting to shut his eyes and cease his stubborn repelling against the needs of sleep, Shadowsan found himself shooting up into a seated position at a particular noise.

They'd been in this hell hole for the day, but Shadowsan could recognise that sinister creaking of their front door from down the hall instantly.

He crept from the bed, reaching under his pillow to conclude that the blade often concealed there had been gone.

Shadowsan came to the foolish realisation that he had once lost this dagger under a foreign pillow in Austria.

He approached his own door in a silent stalking manner. The floor boards hardly creaked despite his best efforts. Armed with his own wits, Shadowsan stepped out into the hallway, simply to run into Zack, coming to the same conclusion of an intruder.

He heard the kitchen cabinets rattle. A desperate thief.

Shadowsan made a silent motion with his hands, trying to communicate that he would lead, only for Zack to shrug in an over exaggerated manner and for the man to loose his patience.

They leaned against a wall, stalking closer until they made it to the end, the rustling getting louder. The light in the kitchen was on, just dimly shinning on the back wall.

The two of them heard said thief stomp about the bar, potentially about to spot them.

Shadowsan raised his fist, counting down from 3.

3

They were closing in.

2

1

0!

The both of them lashed out, Zack howling a strange cry that could be someone drowning.

The thief froze up.

It was a young, scrawny teenage boy; clearly looking to loot some houses.

Honestly? He'd expected Carmen.

Shadowsan dropping his fists with an aggravated sigh, "Lassen Sie diesen Ort hinter sich."

Translation: "Leave this place behind."

The boy jumped in surprise, taking his backpack and running for the door.

They had to stop booking cheaper residents in sketchy areas.

The door shut quickly, and Zack turned to him. "What did you say to him?"

"To leave." He replied gruffly, moving toward the kettle.

"Why did you let him go?"

Shadowsan didn't respond, putting on the tea kettle as Zack claimed a stool. "I have been in his place."

Zacks eyes widened, but he said nothing more.

That night they shared an (awkward in Zack's opinion) cup of camomile tea and retreated to their respective rooms. Shadowsan tried to lock the front door but it had clearly broken off years ago.