Ignite [Book Three In The "Fire And Lightning" Series]

Chapter Fourteen- A Dark and Stormy (K)Night

Forward: Tammy is a name that has actually been selected for a hurricane in the Atlantic in 2017. BAM, THANK YOU EARTH SCIENCE!

November 30, 2017. 00:16.
Wayne Manor, Gotham City.

The house is all aglow. Of course, only this house is awake after midnight.

He creeps beyond the treeline, across the gardens, toward the house. The wind picks up, raindrops hammering against his exposed cheeks. The winter wind nips at him, even through the insulated suit.

There are six bedrooms along the second floor back wall. Four of them occupied. The second room from the right has both its windows lit up, and he can see a dark-haired almost-teen dancing around the room with her friends.

He smiles, watching his innocent little sister have fun and be happy. She deserves to.

The third bedroom, the one next to hers, is dark. He looks at the windows of the room next to that one. Also dark.

He approaches the base of the house, and takes out two sharp-edged bird-shaped projectiles. Digging them into the cement between each if the bricks, and with every muscle in his body screaming for rest and relief, he slowly begins to climb.

November 29, 2017. 12:34.
Nightvale.
~~Emma~~

I sat in my rental car, hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead.

Almost an hour since it happened, and I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

"What the heck just happened?" I whispered, staring at the red light.

Mr. And Mrs. Grace, Connor, Willow...

How was I supposed to know she hadn't told them?

The angry words, the shouting, I got sick at the suggestion that we had done that to each other. Us- Willow and Emma -Best Friends Forever.

No more.

"Told you it would go wrong."

"She's right, you know."

One single tear slowly fell down my cheek, splattering on my pants leg.

"I know."

I felt so bad. Willow was right, and the voices were too. I should have given her space, should have called her- called and actually talked to her -ahead of time.

I was impatient.

And I missed her.

"Guess it was a good thing I didn't tell the others about this." I muttered as the light turned green.

My phone began to ring, and I stepped on the gas. I kept my eyes on the road and steered with one hand, while I searched through my bag with the other. The caller ID showed a rare picture  of Bruce smiling.

"Yeah?" I sniffed really loudly and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Emma, where are you? Alfred said you took the plane this morning."

I looked out my window and tried to hide the tears in my voice. "Um...right now? I...I'm...driving."

His next words sounded doubtful. "Are you coming home?"

I sighed. "Yes Bruce, I'm on my way home, but I'll be a couple hours."

"Alright, but be careful. The hurricane's getting closer."

About a week ago, Hurricane Tammy formed over the Bahamas. Many people were confused that a hurricane could form this late in the year, but water can hold heat for a very long time. Today is actually supposed to be the last day of hurricane season.