Run Away With Me

Chapter 37: The Act.

Morbid.

That's all I can imagine the scene being.

Invisible blood, calm masks and a sterile environment. The Wolf Bureau has better sense than to go on a mass killing spree because of their philosophy. Such an affair would draw in onlookers from every corner of the world and that would go against the oath that every supernatural is burdened with.

The Society's Confidentiality.

Never reveal who you are. Not because there would be panic if you did, but because that's just how it is.

That sentence follows every weird being around, the line having been taught to them from a young age. And that's what gave us reassurance that The Act that the WB dared put on the table would never be realized.

We were wrong.

They won't go into this guns blazing, or torches alight, or with brute strength. They won't take such a direct approach. Instead, they'll drive us into a corner, with nowhere to escape, manipulate us and get us to bend to their ways.

From there on, we would be transported elsewhere, away from prying eyes until we are eliminated. No need to get your hands dirty, no need to question your sanity. Just a quick inhale and the WB can sleep at night.

It scared me to death.

If this information hadn't been leaked, we all would've been none the wiser. We would all be going on with our day, unaware that a massive threat is looming over our shoulder.

Neither Claudette nor Gord have a clue who did it. They received the information and passed it along. They were suspicious that it could be a lie, but with a simple call to the S-Org, it came to light.

And like a fire that lit up too soon, it barreled over the community.

"I. Don't. Know, dammit!" I shout into the phone. "If I did, you think I would be talking to you?" And like always, if I don't get a break from my racing mind, I might double over and break down.

I shut the phone, take out the battery and let it fall to the ground.

"Why are they calling me? Am I the one who usually has all the information? I don't know anything, nothing, nada, and yet they insist I do. Well, that's a lie, I do know stuff, but if I were to tell them everybody would just panic all over again, and- and- and- how do they have my number anyway? I'm not a friendly person, and I have a new number, how- how- how-" I grab my head in fright, my eyes playing wacky imagery in front of me.

One body. Two bodies. Three bodies. Then it jumps to a whole lot of bodies. I need to come up with a plan. Emmyl rejected my last idea, called it too brazen and so we were all at a loss.

Nothing good comes to mind, and with the panic of others that I could feel deep in my bones, I couldn't think either. But it's not my responsibility who dies or lives, is it? I mean, for forever the rule has been everybody for themselves, right?

I lie.

That rule has always counted only for me, because wherever I go, I get rejected anyways. But what about Emmyl and his twenty members? And Maura, who's been busy giving out safe places for all sorts of children?

Damn my nature, damn my sensitivity for others despite my own past.

I sink to my knees and pick up my phone, reassembling it and holding the power button. If it comes alive again, there'll be a handful of people trying to reach me, asking for answers, because apparently, I have them.

The logo of the phone's company shines and flashes, signaling that in a few seconds my eyes and ears would be abused again. With every flash it counts down to my doom and as my lock screen's background comes alive again, the device is snatched out of my hands.