For Centuries: Book 2 Of The Godling Series (Sequel To Killing Garmin)

Chapter 15

Tristan's POV. (I don't do this often so enjoy.)

I start helping move the bodies out of the factory like Morgan told me to do. I think she walked away to help awhile ago, too. I don't know, though. I turned away for a few moments and when I looked back, she was gone. She's probably just helping, so I shouldn't overreact.

I worry too much. Ever since my parents died I worry about losing people I care about. Way too much. I shake my head to get out of my trance. I drag a body to where some random soldier told me to put it and set it down. This job is disgusting. I'm literally dragging dead beings into a pile of dead beings of who we just killed and now are going to burn.

I stare at the pile of dead bodies in disgust. I go back through the hole in the factory of which is being filled up right now. All the bodies are gone now. Maybe I should look for Morgan... Ugh, stop!

She's probably with Cal. Or helping the wounded, but she barely knows anything about medicine. This is my usual thought process. I need the people I care for in my sight or I'll have anxiety.

I need to get my mind off of her. Maybe I should help build the wall again. A hand lands on my shoulder all of a sudden. I spin around to come face to face with Cal. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Wha-" I begin.

"I need to talk to you," he cuts me off.

Rude.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Why," I question.

"Because," Cal snaps.

He takes a deep breath in and then out.

"Fine," I groan.

"Follow," Cal says.

I would've thrown back a sharp reply but he starts walking. I sigh then follow him down a hallway, away from people. He's gonna murder me. He's been planning for this for so long, and now that I'm not with Morgan, He's gonna kill me. This lunatic is gonna kill me and spread my blood on the walls of his apartment. This is the end. The end of my-

Cal stops walking and turns around.

"If you're about to kill me, can you at least give me a headstart?" I ask.

"I'm not gonna kill you," Cal replies.

He has a certain look in his eyes that say, for now.

"I'm apologizing," he forces the words out of his throat like they're poison.

"Aww," I say with a smirk. "Is this the first time you've done this?"

Cal narrows his eyes.

"You're making this extremely hard," he snarls.

"Then why say sorry at all?" I question.

"I'm doing this for Morgan," Cal replies with a sudden softness in his voice.

I raise an eyebrow.

"She said that she needed me to apologize to you and then walked away."

He sighs.

"This is your fault," he says out of nowhere.

"My fault?" I exclaim.

"Yes," he says. "She won't speak to me until I say I'm sorry to you."

Suddenly, an image flashes through my eyes. Oh no. One of my flashbacks is starting.

"So, it's your fault because-" Cal begins.

"Yeah, whatever," I cut him off. "You're forgiven. I have to go."

"Where?" he asks.

"Somewhere," I reply.

I start walking away but Cal puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you going to see Morgan?" he demands.

My vision is taken over by my horrific memories.

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We drove down the street on our way to the store. I stared out the window at the passing trees.

"Tristan," mom said from the passengers seat.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Did you... make any friends?" she asked.

I sighed and looked down at my hands.

"They don't like me. They judge me and bully me, even."

"I'm sure you'll make friends soon," dad reassured.

We drive down the road, talking at some points but mostly staying quiet. The red light turned green and dad waited some seconds before going. He was half way across the road, when a truck came out of nowhere.

It kept swerving and then hit our car. I saw the look of horror on mom's face when she looked back at me in the split second before I was flung from the car. I hit something that was hard yet soft and watched in horror as my car kept spinning and spinning, right into a construction machine. I ran towards the car, my balance off because I hit my head.

I fell down a few feet away from the car. I tried getting up but I felt dizzy.

"Mom!" I shrieked. "Dad!"

Tears burned my eyes. I got up and looked into the car.

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I hear someone talking. Probably Cal. My vision flashes to the scene inside the car. My parents impaled by sharp parts of the machine sticking into them, them blood covered, dead.

"Tristan!" Cal says. "What. Is. Wrong?"

I blink a few times, the memories still flashing across my vision sometimes. I look around, remembering where I am. But now I'm lower. I realize I'm sitting on the floor, my back against the wall. I let out a few of the curses from my dictionary full of them, then stand up.

"What just happened?" Cal asks.

"Nothing," I say quickly. "Memories."

He raises an eyebrow. I quickly walk away and head back towards the wall. I start to help them rebuild it and I do, until I decide to go find Morgan. I don't know why I worry oh so very much. Ha, yes I do. I start walking around the factory, looking for her.

I look in the cafeteria and kitchen. Not there. I look in the weapons room and training rooms. Still no sign of her. Inside the empty rooms and upstairs. I still can't find her. I look everywhere. There isn't even a small sign of her. I see Sam walking towards the weapons room. I quickly stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Have you seen Morgan?" I ask.

"No, I haven't," Sam responds. "Have you checked the weapons room?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "I've looked everywhere in here."

"Have you looked to see if her car is still here?" he asks.

"No," I say. "Thanks."

I rush off towards the door and quickly shove them open. I don't see her car in the parking lot. Maybe she went somewhere. My heart gives a jolt when I see the car parked a few blocks away. I run towards it. Maybe she's just sitting in it like the day I first met her. Maybe not. I get to the car to find it empty.

Except for one piece of paper.

I pull on the handle of the door. It's locked. Maybe Cal has a spare key. She trusted him, right? I run back into the factory and spot him almost immediately. I rush up to him.

"Do you have a spare key to Morgan's car?" I demand.

"Yeah, why?" he questions.

"I can't find her anywhere," I respond. "I looked everywhere in here, I looked for her car and found it a few blocks away. There's a piece of paper that might have writing inside the car but I can't open it."

Cal nods.

"Okay," he says, running for the doors.