Grey covers the rows of boys as they lie together in silent lines.
A string of skeletons,
their names etched in the book of sorrow,
the book of death.
Violence their last memory,
as they sleep in deadly peace.
Ship the next batch of boys overseas,
...
The police, fire department, and every other emergency service in existence has now shown up to where the wreckage is. I help around a little and get a child to his mother before walking back to Ned who is still freaking out a little bit.
"You know, I used to think my life was weird but now I think I might just be prone to odd disasters that are either supernatural or horrifically paranormal," he says with his wide eyes stuck to the ground and his hands nervous.
I almost chuckle. "You haven't seen anything yet, cupcake."
He looks up at me—well down at me because of how tall he is—with a worried look. "'Yet'?"
I don't reply but just look over my shoulder at the men cleaning up the mess left from the ship and examining it. Luckily the fire department didn't get here until late so the flames burned away any remains of the monsters in that vessel... "Come on. We should move away from the wreckage..." I tell him before pulling his arm and walking down the sidewalk.
"And where are we going?" he asks.
I don't respond, my eyes scanning around in front of my dizzily. I have a head ache and my body is stiff from being thrown from the shuttle. I just keep walking, back to where the Pie Hole is.
That's where we stop and I think about what to do now, panic in my head just a little. I look down at my palm that's shaking and then over at Ned's blaster he still has. "You should hide that or S.H.I.E.L.D. will be on us. They used to have agents everywhere..."
"How would I—?"
"Give it here," I take it from him and zap it with my circular device, pulling it back into nothing but data inside a piece of equipment. I slip the little thing on my belt before covering my arms with my hands. "I should go for now. Find somewhere to sleep..." I start walking again but the dizziness returns and my hand clutches the post of the building beside me and I lean over, breathing.
"Uh, you should probably go to a hospital," he stutters and walks to my side, looking down at me with concern.
"No, I'm fine," I lie, my eyes scanning the rock as they blur a little. I blink to make it clearer but my head is heavy on my shoulders.
"Max..." he says with disbelief.
"I can't go to the hospital. I can't have any records. Not while in the past. Eleven's orders."
"Then at least come in—oh sh—crap, Max, you're bleeding."
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"What?" I ask suddenly. An open wound means it's in danger of being infected and that means death for me. I look around and see where he eyes my upper back but I can't see it. "No, no that's not good it has to be cleaned now," I say shakily, my hands mimicking my voice.
"Come on, come with me," he says, his hand taking my arm to help me walk. He takes me down the road and to the Pie Hole. Once inside, the woman named Olive looks up from writing something down and her eyes widen. "You look like you've been through the chimney. Where were you?" she asks with confusion.
