Lenny checked the roses again. The crimson-red of his blood dripped on them. He grabbed a rose, ignoring the spikes and stormed to Storm's hideout.
"Help! Help!" Lenny dropped the rose. "Hel—!" The cry of help was cut off. Warily, Lenny checked the area; he was so close to Storm's hideout.
Who was the person crying for help? What happened to them? The grass was cut. Weird. It's supposed to be long until Spring. Lenny shriveled his nose in disgust.
"Lenny, you're here!" Lenny turned around. Putting his hand over his chest, he realized it was Storm.
"Storm, did you hear that scream? I think someone was calling—" Storm gripped his wrist. His grey eyes darkened.
"No one heard anything. That person just needed a little... trimming." Storm smiled creepily.
