Two Worlds V

X

"So, we got the FBI on our asses, again. We are being hunted down," I named off as I paced, "And we still haven't found the Book of the Damned." I sighed, "Well that fan-fuckin'-tastic." I rubbed my eyes as I sat down.

"Something's happening," Vincent said, and we looked at him, "Those, things, the shadow things."

"Cith?" I asked.

"Yeah, those," He said, "They had caught me when I had gotten back here. They locked my in some kind of maze, and then, and then I pulled a lever." He looked at him hands, "Then there was this orange, light, and something did this to me." He pulled down the collar of his shirt and showed us his tattoo of the black pistol.

"I noticed that, but, the Cith did that to you?" I asked, and then looked to Guy, "You have one of those, don't you?" He pulled down his sweater and showed us the tattoo of an axe, "What does that mean?"

"I don't know," Guy said, looking at it.

"Did the same thing happen to you?" Jack asked.

"No, but the light is white for me."

I thought, "Has anything weird happened with them?"

"No," Vince and Guy said.

"Okay, well, if anything does, tell us," I told them, "Alright?"

"Okay," Guy said, nodding. He hugged me as he went to the kitchen. I breathed heavily as I rubbed my eyes.

"What's first on the to-do list?" Vincent asked, "FBI, or the Book?"

"I don't know," I said, "We can't stop the FBI, and we can't go out and find Regina without the FBI on our asses."

"Then what do we do? We can't just sit here," He said.

"I know," I said, "We could try to erase ourselves again, but we don't have a good enough Informer."

"We might be able to get one though." Jack said, and we looked at him, "We could get Ash back."

"Oh yeah, cause we're just peachy with angels." I said sarcastically.

"Not angels," He said, "Reapers."

"Oh well you're just dying to write us a death sentence, aren't you?" I asked, "I killed frikin' Death! I'm not exactly on friendly squares with them."

"Well, Cas, we don't have any other choice," Jack said, "We have to do something, or we'll end up killed, or shot, or locked up."

"And being torn to bits by reapers is any better?"

"Well, it's something," Jack said. I huffed and looked to Vince.

"You up to it?"

"I guess I have to be," He huffed, looking away, "I meet up with you guys and my cover's blown after ten years."

"Shut up," I told him, "Guy! We're going somewhere, come on!"

"Where we going?" He asked, looking in with his swirly straw in his mouth.

"To talk to the reapers to try and get someone to help us out of this situation."

"Okay," He came around the corner with a cookie and his shake.

"That doesn't scream diabetes." Vincent said.

"What's diabetes?" Guy asked, and I just sighed, looking to Jack.

Jack flashed us to the Veil's Gates. Aziraphale looked at us from looking around.

"Jacob, Cas," He said, looking at us, "You two aren't supposed to be here."