Here We Come

The Plans

(Tim's POV)
   The ride back home from the funeral was long and quiet. I kept glancing over at Sam to make sure she was okay.

Her recently cut hair was hanging in front of her eyes. Her fists were curled into tight balls on her lap. She bit her lip as it quivered.
  
"It's okay to cry you know." I told her putting my hand over hers. She looked at me.

"I know." She preceded to get quiet again.

It's been a long past few weeks for the both of us. We lost our parents on the same day, and the killer escaped our grasps.

  "Hey don't worry, we'll make him pay for what he did." I promised her vengeance lacing in my voice. Her lips perked up at the sides slightly before falling down.

  I sighed. Guess that's enough talking for one day.

I pulled into our driveway the large Victorian house seemed almost torturous. It's big black exterior frowning almost as if it felt what we were feeling.

A small drop of rain landed on my nose. I pulled my jacket closer to my body, Sam mirroring my actions.

" Let's get inside, the gang will be here any second." She just nodded and walked ahead of me opening the front door and stepping inside. I followed quickly behind her.

Though the blood on the carpets were gone, and the wood was no longer stained cherry, the memories would never be able to be washed away.

I took a seat on the couch next to Sam, her once vibrant emerald eyes now a dull shade of olive. I wrapped my arm around her bringing her in closer to me.

A loud knock at the door interrupted or sibling moment.

  I moved my way to the door and opened it to see a huge crowd standing there.

"Come on in everybody!" I tried to act cheerful, but no one was feeling very happy today.

" Hi Tim." Wade greeted walking in with his daughter and Molly. I was greeted by many more families and soon the entire house was crowded with people.

Some chatted to themselves while other came up to Sam and I telling how they were sorry for our loss though not very warmly. I couldn't blame their awkwardness or lack of empathy though, most of them were serial killers.

I clapped my hands together startling everyone. Now to get to business.

"As you so know we are going after the man that killed our fathers." I gestured to Sam and I," If anyone has any ideas on how we take him down please don't be afraid to say it." No one raised their hands.

"Please, anyone?" I questioned. Suddenly I saw Cry's hand​ shoot up, the other hand holding onto the shoulder of a 11 year old boy.

"Yes Uncle Cry." He smiled pushing up his mask so that I could tell that he was.

"Please call me Ryan."

" Nope sorry, I like Uncle Cry better." Everyone chuckled at that.

"Well I don't really have a plan to get Thorin, however I was looking through some of my scrolls and I found one that was particularly fascinating." He pulled a scroll out of his coat pocket unraveling it.

  He murmured softly to in it in a language I couldn't understand. All of a sudden the scroll rose in the air and projected it's image onto the nearest wall. Everyone awed with wonder.

I couldn't understand the language it was written in and looked to him for help.

He chuckled seeing my confused face.

" It's a resurrection spell."

"Wait does that mean, what I think it means?" Sam interjected.

" Yes, I have found a way to bring Mark and Jack back"

Thank you all for reading the serial!! Hope you all are enjoying it! Stay tuned to figure out the mystery.

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