Foggy was lying in his hospital bed and I was sitting next to him. We were both watching the news as things went from bad to worse.
"Kyle, authorities have cornered the suspects in the bombings that occurred earlier this evening in Hell's Kitchen." The newscaster reported outside of a run-down building in the middle of the city. "Believing they may have taken a police officer hostage. While the hunt down the name of the police officer in question..."
"Matt, its Karen again. Uh, where are you? Would you just please give us a call when you get this?" I said again into his answering message.
Foggy and I have called him so many times I had lost count. Neither him or Luna were answering and I was really starting to worry that they were hurt.
"There still not answering," I told Foggy.
"Did you try his apartment?" He asked me.
"Three times. His and Luna's. They're not answering." I answered him.
"All right, let's not jump to things people jump to." He told me not sure of his own words.
"Well, he's a blinde guy in a war zone, and Luna is unpredictable. Seems like jumping is a pretty reasonable option." I reminded him.
i
YOU ARE READING
The Devil's Moon (Finished)
FanfictionI left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big...
