Recovery

Play Date

Ryker

Ryker stepped up to Tim's house, frowning as his eyes scanned the exterior for any sign of a security system. For all the man seemed to preach about the stuff, he sure didn't seem to have any. But even as he was thinking about it, he felt two very distinct waves of power running over him, sending shudders down his spine as he knocked on the door.

His phone buzzed first, and he grinned as he looked down at Tim's message. What are you doing at my house?

Picking up Meriwa.

Right.

Who needed video surveillance, alarms, and armament when you had enough power to rip someone to smithereens remotely? Ryker shook off the shudder at that thought. Tim was Tim, Ryker didn't consider him as anything other than his vampire boss. He didn't want to be pragmatic about it, either.

Ryker was just raising his hand to knock again when the door opened, revealing Urdu standing in front of him, glaring. "What?"

"Here for Meri..." Ryker frowned despite his words, knowing just from the scents coming out of the house that Meriwa wasn't there anymore.

"Sammy and her just left." Urdu turned from the door and walked away, leaving Ryker to follow as he pulled out his phone. "They said they'd be back soon."

The house wasn't much different from the last time Ryker had been in it, an eclectic mix of Tim's blandness and Samantha's random love for things colourful and cuddly, though there wasn't much in the way to tell anyone a third person lived here as well. Urdu disappeared down the hallway, leaving Ryker to text his missing baby mama.

Where are you, Princess?

Busy. Sam and I are fine, but we'll be a bit longer.

Ryker frowned down at his phone, scowling for a moment. With Carbry gone for the next couple days and Daryl engrossed in some sort of upgrade building project at the centre, he was supposed to be spending the night with Meriwa. She had even told him that she'd be ready to go at this time.

Still, he tried to temper his disappointment. Right. So Sam is going to take you home?

Don't pout, Ryker. Just wait with Urdu.

"I'm not fucking pouting." Ryker shoved his phone back in his pocket and sighed softly, glancing back down the hallway Urdu had disappeared into. "What the fuck am I supposed to do in Tim's house, with his snarling demon?"

Resigning himself to the fact that he would just leave and come back to pick Meriwa up later, he found himself walking down the hallway, though the demon was thankfully not in the bedroom. Instead, she'd stepped into the spare room. He knocked on the open door frame, his eyes scanning around the spare room that was obviously for the pink loving witch, before they fell on Urdu, sitting at the desk, sketching.

"What?" Her words were the only thing that acknowledged him, and he frowned as he stepped into the room, seeing the sheets of paper scattered around on the floor and all over the desk.

Some pictures were downright frightening, showing people, creatures, all with the same cruel expression and razor sharp rows of teeth that didn't quite fit what he was looking at. He only realized that the expression was worn by different people, when he bent down to pick up a picture of Timothy and those sharp teeth, making him a monster out of children's nightmares.

Hell, an adult's nightmares.

Some of the other pictures, however, were eerily, hauntingly beautiful, sketches of battle fields, warriors, demons, angels and scenes that looked like they were not quite normal enough to be from earth.