Red Project

Part 12: New Ally

The next couple of nights, Brooklyn was limiting his food supplies, and he hadn't had as much as before and ran out. He was now running on adrenaline for a while. He managed to make it to the Carolinas. He was just straightaway wanting to get home.

But by the time Brooklyn was nearly to Virginia, his hunger and the movement from the twins was wearing him out. "Oh, I want to get some food for you two, but I'm worried about if we'll get spotted again." He told them.

Without food and drinks to help keep his energy going, and with a weak baby inside him, he feared he would lose it. He put a hand on the right-side baby. "I hope I don't lose you, but I've gotta stop now." Brooklyn moaned. His wings were tired, and his stomach had terrible hunger pangs.

Brooklyn soon saw a farm that was a little close to Virginia Beach. He saw a barn where he could rest. Besides, there was a storm that was approaching too. It was well after two in the morning and Brooklyn was exhausted. His wings burned.

He set down on the land and looked around for anything that might have said anything was dangerous. He saw there were some cattle and horses out in the field. He didn't mind. He went into the barn to see what was available. He just wanted a quiet place to settle down for a while.

Inside the barn, there was a horse in a stall that whinnied in alarm. Brooklyn wasn't the biggest fan of horses, but he just ignored the horse as it kept whinnying in alarm. He saw the hayloft. He climbed the ladder and went up there to get into a soft bed of sorts. There were square bales of hay up there. He moved some around so he could make a comfy bed for himself for now. He needed rest. He wrapped his wings around himself and sitting down and leaning on some bales, he fell asleep.

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Closer to dawn, a mid-aged woman was coming to the barn to check on her pregnant mare in the barn. Even though she had cattle, they were all steers. All the other horses she had, which she had three more of them, weren't pregnant. The mare was a beautiful black with a white star on her forehead.

The woman had grayed out short hair, indicating her seventy-two-year-old look. She stood about 5'5. She had on a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans on. She had gray blue eyes.

"Good morning, Dolly, are you getting closer to having your baby?" The woman asked her horse.

The mare snorted in response. The woman saw her horse seemed restless, but she didn't appear to be in labor. It could be anytime.

Brooklyn woke up at the sound of a voice down below. He should have been waking up for sunrise soon anyway.

"I'll get you some breakfast." The lady said and she went to the grain wagon and got some grain for her mare. She poured it into the grain bowl and put it in the stall for her, but Dolly didn't feel like eating.

Brooklyn's stomach growled at the mention of food. He put a hand over it. 'I just hope she doesn't find me up here.' He thought.

Next, the woman went up into the hayloft to at least get her mare some hay, along with it for her other horses. The light was on in the barn. Brooklyn gulped. There wasn't really much he could do at this point.

The woman was going to grab some hay bales when her horse neighed out loud. The sound startled the woman, and she was near the edge of the hayloft. Brooklyn was eyeing her, and she got startled and nearly started to slip. "Whoa!"

Brooklyn didn't want to be seen but he couldn't let her slip and fall. He was still fast on his feet, and he made a mad dash to the edge of the loft, and he grabbed her hand. "Let me help you." He said and pulled her over away from the edge.

The woman was taken by surprise that there was anyone at all there to help her. She might have died if hadn't been for Brooklyn's effort. But she saw her savior and she was suddenly afraid.