Destined: 2 Be Continued

28. Silas' Rest Stop

"Alright, we've been on the fly for a few days, do you think we lost the crocodile?" Silas asked. He and his three monkey stooges had been running from a Harbinger of the ocean for a few days. As one could find from his latest sentence, the Harbinger had been turned into a crocodile person by TG, one of Silas' least favorite people. The crocodile person--Raymond, Silas thought his name was--had been chasing him with a strange determination, as if TG was going to pay him in small dead animals if he brought him a skinny guy and his three monkey friends.

"I haven't seen Raymond in at least four hours, so we should be fine," Herman droned. His voice was always sad, but it was never depressed enough to get annoying for Silas. It also helped that Herman talked the least. Otto talked the most, if one ever wondered. "We can relax now!" Otto cheered, making sure to stay quiet. "Perhaps we could find a roadside diner and get something to eat! We haven't eaten in days!" Otto was right. Now that Silas thought of it, he was pretty much starving. Maybe it would be a good idea to fly out and find a diner.

"Do you see anything? Raymond the crocodile, in particular?" Silas asked Wind. He felt a mild gust of wind that indicated Wind was shaking its head. He smiled, then turned back to his monkeys. "Let's go find a place to eat. I'm starving." The monkeys cheered, sighed in attempted happiness, and growled in attempted happiness. Otto even clapped. Silas asked Wind to fly them up, and Wind complied. They were in the middle of the wilderness, probably Ohio, but Silas knew that there had to be a diner nearby. Soon enough, they found a humble little restaurant, one called Easy as Pie.

Silas slowed down, landing right in front of the diner after making sure that no one was watching. Herman, Otto, and Malarkey hid, as one was not used to seeing flying metal monkeys in their diner that was seemingly proud of their pie. Silas walked in, and the smell of cinnamon and bacon overtook him. The beautiful smells, including but not limited to those listed in the sentence prior, were so deliciously overwhelming that Silas nearly fell down. Instead of doing that, however, he just walked over to a booth and sat peacefully in it. A waiter noticed his presence and stepped over to him.

"Good morning," the waiter said.

"Is that what it is?" Silas asked legitimately, too lazy to know what time it was. The waiter ignored him and continued. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"You said it was morning, right? So I'll have some...chocolate milk." It had been a few years since Silas had drank chocolate milk, as Castle didn't really eat things. It was a nice change of pace to have an actual gullet, one would find if they had been turned into indestructible-except-for-that-one-time-two-years-ago metal. The waiter nodded, then dashed back into the kitchen. Silas picked up a menu and immediately knew he wanted waffles--another thing an almost-indestructible metal man-creature never found the time to enjoy.

When the waiter came back, Silas asked for the breakfast food he so desired. He was only going to eat most of it, as Herman, Otto, and Malarkey, though based on caloric energy, only needed a little bit to continue to run. Silas sipped his chocolate milk while thinking of his teammates--the other Destined. Once Silas shook off the Harbingers, he might re-join those kids. They probably needed his help, but those kids would be endangered if the Harbingers came after them--though Silas could dispose of them with a single point of his index finger, the kids definitely couldn't handle them. It had taken that long for them to defeat Locust.

The waiter came in with the waffles. It had been sprinkled with chocolate chips, drizzled in syrup, and had some bacon on the side. Silas ate hungrily, but made sure to save a little bacon and a waffle for his monkey friends.

Once he was done, he thanked the waiter, paid with a tip, gathered his food in a take-away box, and left. His monkey friends quickly dashed from the bushes and snapped up at his food. They ate just as hungrily as Silas had and were satisfied. The four then, with help from Wind, lifted from the ground and began flying aimlessly through the air.

"Where do we want to go?" Otto asked happily. 

"No idea," Silas answered. "Maybe we could go to New York."

"Maybe we could set somewhere and go incognito," Malarkey rudely suggested. That sounded good to Silas, and he combined that with his idea of going to New York. 

"Let's set down in New York. Malarkey, you'll know if the Destined are in trouble, thanks to your Sense, so we can swoop in if they need it. Let's go." Wind heard their discussion and sent them flying towards New York. There was no changing their minds now, as Wind hated needing to change direction when it was going as fast as Silas and the monkeys were.

They crossed the country extremely quickly. It wasn't the fastest Wind could go, for Wind could send things flying beyond the speed of sound, but it was quick enough for The Castle Crew(or whatever one wished to call the four). Trees, hills, trees, mountains, and trees dashed from underneath them.

"We should be reaching New York in a day or two, considering we were most likely in Ohio," Silas mentioned. The monkeys nodded in satisfaction, the one emotion all of them could correctly communicate. 

"Well, I suppose we'll stop to eat a few times along the way," Silas remembered. The monkeys nodded again.

"But nothing of importance will really happen," Herman droned in apparent disappointment. Silas thought that was a good thing, but the only control over Herman's emotions that he had ever had was making them all sad.

"Well, I bet things of importance are happening to the other Destined," Silas said suddenly. "I wonder what."