Tyranny of Darken Shadows Faith's Adventure

Chapter 27 Vandalised

     Days passed by and we were at the campfire huddled around. "Hmmmmhhmmhmhmhmhmhhmhmmhhm," a song plays out. I look over to see Cookie playing on his harmonica. The hymn and rhythm are soothing to the ears and mind like an angel's grace. It was the most beautiful sound I've heard in my life. We were left speechless, especially Dynamite. His jaw on the floor.

"My father's harmonica was given to me when I was a child," Cookie said gracefully gripping the harmonica. He then put it in it's dark leather case. 

"I... Never knew a well dressed boy with a suit and tie could be so gifted in music and mastering the ropes on a farm," Cross said, practically green with envy.

"Back in my days we played that old western music," said Papa Speed, glaring in amazement.

"We have western music here," Twobits pointed out, visibly confused.

     Morning came. We were sleeping in our beds peacefully until Grandma Turtle barges into our room distressed and upset. Her face says it all. "You need to come to the meat market. It's terrible," Grandma Turtle says, clenching her fist in anger.

     Grandma Turtle drove us to the meat market quickly. She was eager to show us the wrath that destroyed Twobit's store. 

"What the heck?! Who would do such a thing! Now we have to work on this again," Nina's voice raised into sobs.

     Spray paints lined virtually every surface inside and out, covered in profanities and vulgar language. Eggs everywhere, glass shattered, doors ripped off their hinges, food thrown out of the fridge, registers stolen out of, and merchandise stolen. The entire store looked as if Satan himself had visited it and destroyed everything in sight. We nearly fainted at the unsightly scene. It was at least going to take us a week to get the store back up in order. Grandma Turtle's teeth clenched so tightly and she ground them with such force, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd shatter.

     We got to cleaning. Cookie went around putting items back on their shelves. Nina mopped the floors. Cross scrapped the spray paint. Twobits threw out any unsalvageable products. Papa Speed swept broken glass. Dynamite scrubbed the outside. Grandma Turtle recorded evidence to report to the authorities. I helped however I could. That certainly killed the mood.