Eric Bridge And The Locket Of Blood (BOOK 1)

Retro Getting Cooked

'come the target is down!' Hellas said,

We bolted to the shadowy figure as fast as we could, it was facing up and it had shinning eyes.

'Who's there?, Show yourself!?' I shouted with my staff already set to exterminate at the first subtle movement the victim does. The face was familiar, fidgety with circular spectacles like Harry potter but without a scar but with same bright blue eyes. He stayed down, conveying growns with an angelic face.

'CONNOR! , What were you doing? We thought you were some sort of crazy ballerina? Tee-Hee!' Giggled Hellas and he continue to laugh without stopping, his eyes teared and his face was a glow, I never seen Hellas enjoying himself like this before except maybe in my childhood but Hellas was a new person now.

'OWWWHH' groaned Connor,

'What were you doing here, running all alone?, do you know where the other are?' I aked him,

'Oh, Retro is getting Cooked' Connor said with all the calmness of serene oceans while still laying face up as if he was relaxing on hay in some sort of barn.

'What in the blazes do you mean?!' shrieked Hellas with fright in his eyes. A chill ran up our spine and we feared the forest for what it was, it was night time after all, what if some sort of giant snake is devouring Retro, What if a big black bear has got hold of him tight in his lair. Rodolfo plunged himself to Connor, licked his glasses as if by licking he would know who you are, he sniffed his hair and licked his spectacles making them misty.

'WOW. WOOW, Where did you find this Wolf' screamed Connor with a gleam of joy in his face, yet also of pain.

'It's a long story' I say,

'Anyways where is Retro and Natalie?'

'We came by a troll and Natalie teased Retro that he couldn't take him on. Retro challenged the beast and told the troll fuck you'

'Typical Retro' Hellas said,

'Go on... what happened then?' I said to Connor. Connor had a puzzling face and was almost embarassed to say how the thing went out.

'Well..., after Retro Told the troll:Fuck you, the troll cried and was offended and it became pretty mad- it swung at Retro while licking it's teeth to eat him. The troll got Retro and when the Troll came to run after us, Natalie striked me with her magic, so by that I can become a distraction, giving her time to escape safely. Unbeliavable.' Connor told the story while he was angered at Natalie and couldn't wait until he finds her again to tell her about how everything transpired, Connor even felt happy for giving his first report to me – his Leader. It was strange the way he talked, he usually stumbles in his words when Connor talks but now he didn't, maybe the fear got on to him and he spoke perfectly.

'Poor fellow, he was stricked twice in one night' Laughed Hellas

'Very funny' bellowed Connor, still in dismay.

'Do you have anything of Retro's?' I asked Connor,

'Y--es, hi-s hand-kerchie-f' Connor stumbled on his words again. The perfect speech he delivered was only temporary which sucked, I wished to see Connor no longer disabled; sometimes he even has trouble walking with his left leg. Other times he feels very happy and some time other he feels like he wants to die and leave in peace. I snatched the handkerchief from his hand, Connor put an eyebrow up and he tried to gues what I wanted to do next. I handed the handkerchief to Rodolfo the wolf.

He sniffed it troughly, like a true detective he gave a guessed looked on the location of Retro.

' Can you track this scent, boy?' I asked gently to the wolf. The wolf nodded and understood as if he was capable of humanoid intelligence. It creeped the hell out of me- how easily he understood me. The wraith had an excellent companion for his eternal voyage in the forest- the wolf stomps with his paws as his sniffs all around and tracking like a real proffesional. Every time we got closer to the target. We spotted a fire getting more clear in to our vision. Now we were close-up; we were wronged it was not a fire, it was a huge pyre pilled up with lumber, surrounded and constructed with rocks and the depht of soul to give a huge fire climbing upwards like a bunsen burner, it released packed amounts of ash and amber. A massive couldron sat on top of the burned up wood. Retro was attached on a trunk slightly above the boiling couldron. He was jailed in with a rope and a knot, he had a handkerchief tied up to his mouth so that he wouldn't talk or make any sound. Although the troll wasn't there.