Don't judge a book by it's cover

Back in your grave

After 30 minutes of designing, I had found out I had already made this plane. I closed my notebook and took out the book I had been currently reading. I could hear footsteps coming.

It had to be Jeremiah and Bruce. Right now, Ecco was taking a break after the Jerome breakout-in. I hadn't seen her in a week, but she deserved a rest.

The door of the library opened, revealing Jeremiah and Bruce. I smiled at them expectantly.

"I just wanted to take Jeremiah to the cemetery. To show him that Jerome is dead." She looked at Jeremiah for some moments. Lately, she had noticed he had been a bit shifty lately. Maybe this was the reason. Jerome had come back from the dead once, can't he twice.

"That seems like a good idea. I'll join you." The young woman stood up, eager to spit into that bastard's grave. Both looked comfortable with her coming. She grabbed my coat and they went into the car.

...

During the ride, Bruce and I tried to talk about old memories we had from when we were younger, to try easing 'Miah. Once we got to the cemetery, I walked straight to my parent's grave. It had been a while since I came here. The flowers had already dried out. It made me feel bad. My parents had never given up on me, but I couldn't take the time to bring fresh flowers.

Jeremiah and Bruce joined me. Bruce placed a hand on my shoulder, understanding how it feels to lose parents you were close to. I turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Wasn't Alfred coming?" Bruce took out his phone and dialed his number. After three failed attempts, Jeremiah got nervous.

"Something has to be wrong. We should go." I grabbed 'Miah's hand to keep him in place.

"He must be in a car. Alfred is extremely against the phone while driving." Jeremiah looked at me unsure.

Bruce and I kept walking towards the grave, me pulling my husband's arm. Our boots made crunching noises when they smashed the leaves.

"What was that?" Jeremiah stopped abruptly to stare into the land. I turned around and replied: the leaves, he didn't seem convinced by that.

" 'Via, 'Via." I stared back at him. "I'm not sure if I can do this." I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear:

"It's okay. He's dead Jerome. You and I aren't doctors, but we saw his body. I'm sure he can't resurrect in that state." We kept walking until we reached the grave. 

There was a hole in the ground where the coffin should have been. No coffin. No trace of a body. Jeremiah stopped immediately.

"He's still alive." I turned around to stare at my terrified husband. "Jerome is still alive." He turned around and ran. Bruce and I followed behind, trying to catch up with him.

...

Jeremiah was hiding in the small house that also contained coffins. Bruce and I looked around the place, trying to see any type of shadows.

"Jeremiah! We have to leave, it's not safe." I stood beside Bruce ready to run again if he decided to escape. 

"Jeremiah, honey. We have to go now, we don't have any time to lose." We heard the voice of the man, but we still couldn't see him.

"Do you believe me now? Jerome's alive." We kept walking forward. The way you walk when you're trying to catch a small bunny that ran away from their cage.

"No 'Miah. His followers dug him up, only to scare you." My voice was as gentle as it could get. I couldn't even try to pretend that I understood his fear. But I had to be empathetic.

"How can I trust the both of you if you don't believe me?" That broke me. How could he say that?

"You can trust me because I'm your friend, and 'Via loves you deeply. We wouldn't want to hurt you in any way." The silhouette of Jeremiah came out from one of the walls.

"I want you to be my friend Bruce." He looked at both of us with nothing but fear. "You don't know how it was. Living underground, then I met Olivia." He smiled at me. "But she already had plans, plans that I nor she could stop." I knew he meant the company. "Now you come along and offer me something I've needed for a long time." 

"Because I believe in you Jeremiah, we both believe in you." Bruce was handling this better than I had expected. Fear can do a lot of things to a person. We both had gone through that.

"Jeremiah, we just need to leave the cemetery." Jeremiah looked at me.

"First, all we had to do was to come here, now we need to leave?" The way Jeremiah was acting gave me shivers. He had never been like this. Curious, yes. But not whatever this is. "This is very confusing Bruce. Why did you bring us here?"

"I thought it would help." Bruce took a step forward. Jeremiah took out a gun and shot the ground near the Wayne. I immediately took my gun out of my trench coat.

"What the hell 'Miah!" I looked at him angrily. I understood that he was scared, but Bruce had been helping, not messing everything up. I stood in front of Bruce in a defensive matter.

"You don't think I know why you suggested for us to come here?" My gun hand was shaking. I was scared, angry and worried. "Stop trying to fool everyone, especially Olivia. I know you made a switch."

"What the hell are you talking about Jeremiah?"

"Olivia, he is Jerome. He is lying to all of us, he's Jerome." I looked at him straight in the eye.

"Jeremiah, drop the gun. I'm serious, drop it. Drop it now:" Jeremiah shot once in our direction.

"You killed our friend Bruce, and now you are lying to my wife to take your side. Everything is going to plan. Well, I know who you are, and you can't hide from me." Jeremiah shot again. I dropped the gun from my hands. Making a loud noise. "I'm going to put you back in your grave."