It was a quiet afternoon. To quiet. Suspiciously quiet, and we all know that we're not supposed to be suspicious!
Cyrus was reading on the couch when he noticed the unusual silence. He got up, and went to see if Holiday noticed it too.
"Hey, Hols, did you notice that it's like, suspiciously quiet today?" He asked her, puzzled. "Hmm...now that you mention it, wheres Birdie?" Then they realized that their sister was doing something bad.
They walked to her room, knocked on the door. No answer. "Birdie?" No Answer. They finally got smart, Cy went and got his lock picks, and they opened the door.
They saw Birdie, Cam, and Badger standing in robes that looked an awful lot like the robes from The Society of the Blind Eye (if you know you know).
Adam was tied up, gagged and unconscious laying on the floor in a circle of candles, and, most troubling of all, Birdie had a knife.
"Bird, what the actual fuck?!" Holiday was horrified, and Cyrus looked more proud that he ever had.
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