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Jo rolled her shoulders then took a deep, pain-free breath. She gave Clairburn a somewhat dubious nod of gratitude. He might have been a wizard and his spell worked... or the Tylenol had just kicked in... at that very moment. Riiiiight... She glanced down at the thing, the Skrill, in her hand, then tentatively set it on the ground and rubbed her hands clean, as though she'd been holding onto a piece of roadkill. Honestly, she'd have been more fine with roadkill than that damned thing.
"Right. Wizard. Fer real. Ain't many of yer sort about, Ah'm guessin', since Ah ain't heard 'bout no wizards bein' fer real real, 'fore now," Jo said, glancing about the woods, as though she might catch another wizard sneaking around. She glanced at the dead Oogie-Boogie, then at Roach, then back at Clairburn. "And yer sayin' Roach can do magic, too?"
In some way, that mollified Jo some. She might have failed at taking down the monster herself, but Roach had cheated using magic. She pursed her lips, and frowned, a fist planted on a hip. Wizards popping up, and monsters. What else had just shown up in their corner of Georgia?
"Hey! Mistah Clairburn, ya know 'bout a queer feller hereabouts called Mistah Yorushh? And some uncanny boulder with these here strange carvings all ovah it?"
Jo grabbed Hank's wrist as went to put the Tylenol away, taking the bottle and doubling the number of pills in her other hand before nodding her thanks and washing them down with the water in a single swallow. Took bad they didn't work like healing potions in one of Ben's games and worked instantly. It still felt like a spike was driving into her forehead.
Jo whirled around at the voice, only registering the sound and not what it sounded like or what it was saying, fearing another of the monsters showing up, hands coming up in fists, thought they hadn't helped last time... and then had to catch her balance as she staggered from a bout of nauseous vertigo. Then she stared at Mr. Clairburn. And stared some more, rubbing her forehead, wondering how fucked her head was from that thingamabob.
"Ah've run 'bout here plenty before, and Hank even more'n me," Jo claimed. Banner pressed his head against her thigh and she absently scratched him behind the ear. "It ain't no more dangerous than anywhere else and Ah ain't seen anything like these... these Oogie-Boogies ya said they're called? Ain't seen their like 'fore now. If ya know so much 'bout them, Mr. Clairburn, why they show up now? And what the bloody hell - pardon mah French - is this here bloody thing?"
She held out her other hand, the jewelry thing ripped from the bigger Oogie-Boogie's hand dangling from her fingers by the linking chains.
"And why are ya lookin' like a wizard? You one of those there big Harry Potter fans who want to visit Hogwarts for real?"
Sitting on the fallen tree, ridged back biting into her palm, Jo forced herself to be still as Hank checked her out. She kept her breathing slow and steady, though it felt like her heart was trying to hammer through her chest. The jewelry thing lay forgotten in her other hand bunched up in a fist. She leaned around Hank to give Ben a puzzled look.
'The stuff flyin' 'round Roach's head was brains and bone and a bit of hair, fur, whatever, Ben. Same as mine."
A ways off from the other two, Jo stood like a lightning blasted tree, listing worryingly as she absently tried to clean off some of the gummy blood off with the packet of wipes. Blurry blue eyes rested on the de-armed, de-headed monster. The heavy muscles under her tanned skin twitched and trembled as she washed the blood from her face, shoulders, and chest as best she could.
At her side, Banner alternated cleaning himself and his mistress with licks of his wet tongue, coughing some at the taste of the acrid blood, but continuing obstinately.
"That... hurt," Jo admitted in rough tone, like her tongue didn't work, or was too big for her mouth. "Still does." She glanced around, then slowly focused one the quick, piping voice. It took longer than it should have to recognize Roach, and Ben beyond her starring at the other dogmanthing. They couldn't tell if the blood under her nose and dribbling from her eyes was hers or the monsters. "Thanks. Roach. Ben. Didn't know yah can explode a head choppin' an arm off."
The gratitude was grudging, dragged out of the huge girl. She was practically as big as Roach and Ben combined, and she'd done nothing but get her brain microwaved. She hadn't been able to tackle the one dogmanthing. Hadn't been able to stop it from doing... whatever it had done to her. Ben had thrown one into a tree and Roach had chopped the other one down with a damned sword. Even Banner had contributed more than her.
Jo wasn't used to losing, not in anything physical at least. But she felt like a total loser right now. At least the others didn't seem hurt any. Everything of hers throbbed. After a long moment, she realized she was staring at her long pale blond hair and realized it was a total lost trying to clean it. Gaze wandering again, she dropped the ball of used wipes, blue eyes pulled toward a glinting.
Staggering, she took a few steps, hesitated, then leaned over, using a tree for balance, then shook the metal jewelry thing free of the de-bodied arm, wondering how it had did what it did, debating if she should stomp it.
"We should go," she muttered staring at the thing in her hand, though she had no clue where. Was the rock place or home closer? "Maybe Mistah So, Mistah... that there weird guy knows 'bout what these are..."
Jo was an athlete. Arguably the best athlete in school. She was used to pushing herself, pushing herself through the pain. But she had never felt any pain like this. It went far deeper than skin deep, past the muscle, deeper than bone, inside her head. It felt like her head was going to explode, pieces of skull and brain to scatter through the woods like shrapnel from a grenade.
She tried to raise her arms, to pull away from the monster, to push him away, to push the thing away, but her arms won't respond. She wasn't even sure she had arms anymore. She tried to shout her defiance, but only a gurgle escape her slack lips.
Banner tore his jaws from the creature's wrist, blood and saliva flying in an arc. The big dog crouched with a ferocious rumbling growl, then sprang again, jaws opening wide to snap on the foul smelling animal-man's other hand, the one hurting his mistress.
Jo blinked, shaking her head as she sat up, not sure what had happened. Had the monster landed a punch she hadn't even seen? The jewel, glinting under the fading sunlight, blinking like a baleful eye, reminded Jo of something from one of Ben's roleplaying games. Some sort of magic item an evil wizard might wield, the creature's harsh voice the command word. She wasn't entirely sure, she mostly played barbarians and fighters.
Jo gave grunt springing to her feet, teeth gritted. Teeth flashed when she saw Banner still had the wolf-man-thing's arm that held the axe. "Good boy! Hold on to its arm!"
Jordan pounced, keeping low, juking one way, then the other, trying to dodge... whatever it had done, going for the jewel, to wrest it out of the thing's grasp. If she could take or break a few fingers due to the interlacing jewelry, so much the better. Banner bit down even harder, head shaking as he tried to worry the creature's arm from the socket, his hind feet scrambling on the dirt.
Kangal Shepherds, despite the name, did not guide herds. They were herd guardians. They had a three step process for warning off threats. First, they barked. Second, they roared, a loud, deep sort of growl. Third, they attacked.
Banner didn't hesitate. As soon as the third creature appeared, the huge dog was off like a tan-coloured missile. Several powerful strides, then he was airborn, long, white teeth flashing in his dark muzzle as he went for the towering creature's arm, to worry it and bring it down.
"Banner!" Jo screamed in fear for her beloved pet. She thrusted MC into Roach's arms. "Get her away, Roach." She caught Hank's eyes as she spun to face the other two... two whatever they were. Werewolves. Gnolls. Whatever. "Hank, I got the one on the right. You get the one on the left."
Her dad had taught her to box a little. She had played football a little. She wrestled a little, but stopped as she kept flying through weight classes. With her size and build, Jo could easily have been a bully. Maybe to some, she was, she was imposing without doing anything. But she would always defend her friends.
With a wordless roar of her own, the teen Amazon rushed her opponent to take it down, only looking at it as an armed man-shaped figure rather than an actual, real, fantasy creature. She was bigger than it was. If she could tackle it to the ground, rip the sword-thing from its hand... she could save her friends and her dog.
Jo's head whipped back and forth, from the growling dog to the hissing cat and back. She'd rarely seen Banner in such a state. His low, rumbling growl was growing louder, deeper into a sort of roar. That was the second stage of a Kangal Shepherd's defensive posture. The next stage, the final phase, was attack.
The big girl's hands balled into hard, tight fists, anxiety building with her dog's ferocious demeanor. Then her deep blue eyes widened, showing white all the way around when MC floated off the ground and began to speak in a voice not her own.
The brawny blonde's mouth went dry, stunned at the sight. Banner's roaring barks faded into the background of the rushing sound in her ears, the thunderous beating of her heart. So bewildered at the sight, Jo didn't even think of moving until MC collapsed on top of Roach and the slighter girl groaned for help. Then Banner's barks and the cat's hissing blossomed back to full volume.
Jo quickly glanced from side to side, looking for whatever had the animals on edge, sure they were about to be attacked. She'd worry about whatever MC was saying later when they had the time. Then she rushed forward several long steps, almost knocking Ben aside, as she reached down, knotting hand in the back of MC's coat and hauling her up to her feet with brute force. With her other hand, she grasped Roach's flailing arm, braced a foot on the ground, and pulled her up, too, almost hard to leave the ground.
"Dunno what's goin' on, but we all gotta go, somethin's comin'," Jo said. She glanced down at MC to see what condition she was in. She let go of Roach when it seemed the smaller girl found her feet, and shifted her weight, preparing to heave MC over her shoulder if necessary. "Can ya walk? Or ya need me to carry ya?"
Jo smiled her thanks to Ben over her shoulder as she casually opened the bottle with a twist of her hand. Sipping at the odd but invigorating Moxie, the teenaged Amazon listened to Warren Clairburn explain what he did. She tried to look interested, but... Well, she didn't much like reading, school books, fiction books, most books really. She mostly looked at entertainment and health magazines and blogs, some Instagrams and Twitters. It was a concerted effort for her, being somewhat dyslexic. Though it was better than it had been.
And she had to agree with the old man, she find history dry and boring. And she didn't think adding Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings to it would make it better, not when you still had to read it. But whatever, it didn't hurt her none if the boys and Roach were into that stuff, though she supposed Roach would prefer Science Fictiony stuff more than Fantasy.
Finishing the second bottle of Moxie, the overgrown girl rolled smartly to her feet, brushing off her yoga pants. Banner stood up, sensing his master's intent. She nodded at Warren, then the pair of bottles sitting together on a crate like a pair of brown glass soldiers.
"Thanks fer the hospitality sir - Warren," Jo said. "If ya need settlin' in or fixin' the place up or whatnot, mah brothers and me live next to the drive up here." She figured while offering her help, she might as well offer the help of the twins. "And mah Da and eldest brother, they work up at the steel mill. If you need something made special, they can help get yah a good price."
She grinned as she rolled her shoulders and stretched up on her toes. "And don't worry none 'bout them hills. Ah've been up in 'em plenty and Hank here is a God's honest boy scout." No need to add that there seemed to be more to the hills than they actually knew. But if you wanted to win, you had to believe you would win. Doubt, and you had no chance. "We'll be fine."
Not quite trusting the boxes, the overgrown girl sprawled out on the floor, one leg half crossed. Jo twisted off the cap of the unfamiliar soda with a callused palm then took a sip. She took a look at the bottle again then chugged down half of it. It didn't really taste like root beer to her, but she couldn't think of anything else to compare it to. She'd heard people say something was bittersweet, but this was the first time she actually tasted something she would call bittersweet.
She rather liked it. She just wished it was cold.
When Roach mentioned Mister Yorushh, and then kept on talking about him, Jo gave her a disbelieving look. What was she doing? Things were already weird, they didn't need their new neighbor Warren Clairburn thinking they were weird too.
"Um, so, M - Warren, what y'all do up there in Maine 'fore retirin' and movin' down here to Blairsville?" Jordan asked, both curious and trying to distract him from asking more about after who she was growing convinced was some sort of elf.
Her father - and her eldest brother, she supposed - were part of the union at the Steel Mill in Ivy Log, and had pretty good retirement benefits. She knew little about taxes, so didn't know what would make someone of retirement age have to move so far, unless they got hit by medical bills or something. A free house might've done it, if Warren hadn't known how much work the Clairburn Place actually needed.
Jo went to take another sip of Moxie, but a faint expression of forlorn crossed her face when she found it empty.
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Something Wicked 2.0
This is an alternate version of the world of Something Wicked it is the same…only different.
You still live in the quaint Georgia town of Blairsville in Union County Georgia nestled in the blue ridge mountains.
Located in the Appalachian Mountains of north Georgia, Blairsville is the land of clean air, friendly neighbors, scenic mountains, quality demographics, low crime, and a thriving local economy. And something else... something in the shadows, hidden in the hills, Something Wicked.
The heart of Union County Georgia, the city of Blairsville is small, its city limits are about 1 mile in diameter in the shape of a rough circle. The city itself has a population of only around six hundred and fifty souls but that is somewhat misleading. The county as a whole with a population nearing twenty-two thousand, live and work in the small unincorporated communities like Suches, Ivy Log, and Owltown, which lie around Blairsville. They attend churches, shop, and send their children to school in Blairsville and when they are outside of the county and are asked where they are from, they invariably answer, “Up around Blairsville” or simply “Union County”.
It is in many ways an idyllic community, with its low crime and beautiful rural location nestled in the Appalachian Mountains it defies the stereotype of the poverty-stricken white trash country hicks perpetuated by television and movies. Most of the residents are comfortably middle class with nice homes and an automobile or two for the family, those with more wealth are rarely ostentatious with it. While there are a few very wealthy families with long history in the region few of them have the ego of those gentry from say Atlanta, or Savannah.
The county has all the amenities of a modern city, internet, airport, a Super Walmart, the city of Blairsveille itself, retains a quaint look at its center of a mid-twentieth century town. You are just as likely to see a 1955 Chevy Bel Air in pristine condition on the road or in a driveway as you are a 2020 SUV. There are the usual Fast-food restaurants as well as many local ones, plenty of mom-and-pop shops and everything you need within the environs of the city or nearby. The only thing it lacks is a robust nightlife and it must be kept in mind that Union County has Blue Laws in effect, meaning among other things, no alcohol is sold on Sundays. For nightlife and other big city adventure both Athens and Atlanta are only 2 hours away.
Our protagonists in this alternate universe are four friends who grew up on Walsh Street. Once they numbered seven, but time and parents have whittled that down to just these four. Jo, Hank, Roach, and Ben. Silas and Hannah both moved away during the summer, Hannah to Savannah and Silas to New Orleans. Quinn who was best friends with Silas has drifted away from the others after he left, spending more and more time with her beloved horses.
The others probably would have drifted apart as well if not for the circumstances of Jo’s love life, or rather the sudden end of it last year.
You see while these kids grew up together and shared all the crazy adventures of mountain kids from this area, they were inseparable, but they each had their own things as well, Roach had her computers and her dads fix it business, Hank was the epitome of boy scouts and was often helping his dad with his Wilderness Guide business or his mom with his sisters, and Jo, well Jo was a sports fanatic and a very popular girl with loads of boy interest. Then there was Ben.
Ben Thompson was the smallest of the group a slight nerdy young boy who didn’t fit in, not that any of them did really. Ben had developed a crush on Jordan Johansson long before she blossomed first into an attractive young lady then into the massive amazon she now resembled. But being the shy and insecure young boy, he never let on his feelings or heaven forbid, acted on them. What Ben did do was keep them all together as they grew older.
Ben was the intellectual of the group even more so than Hannah, he was the most well-read of them all and he was totally a fanboy of science fiction and fantasy and as was the usual case with kids that didn’t quite fit in he was an avid gamer, not only on computers but the old fashion kind, war games and role playing games and he got his friends hook on them too. They cut their teeth in junior high on DND and Pathfinder and played regularly until high school and Jordan's sudden blooming into the school’s fem fatale.
Jordan became a beauty just when all of them were discovering the first pangs of sexuality, but Jordan (due to a then undiagnosed genetic condition) had seemingly become an adult siren overnight and was launched into the social stratosphere of Union County Highschool. This sudden disruption almost derailed the Walsh Street Kids own social hierarchy and Ben struggled hard to keep things going, but to the rest of kids the weekend gaming sessions were losing their luster and what was weekly became semiweekly, then monthly, until by the last semester of their freshman year everyone had begged off.
And then it was the last day of school of their freshman year, and Jo’s boyfriend, a graduating senior who had taken advantage of the much younger girl, dumped her. Jo was alternately furious and disconsolate, and Ben knew what he had to do.
He cajoled the rest of the kids and brought them back to the gaming table under the pretense of cheering up Jo and thus began what was to be the twilight of their gaming, their last campaign. The summer started with all seven but soon things began to sour. At the end of June Hannah moved away and while missed she had never been a cornerstone of the group but then in August, Silas Walsh told them that his dad had took an offshore job and that they were moving to New Orleans. Once Silas was gone Quinn lost interest and then it was just the four of them and as school started back up, the interest in gaming waned, and once again Ben Thompson’s word was falling apart.
The end of September came and went and there it was, October, the beginning of Fall, in a few weeks it would be Halloween. But first there was the Sorgum festival and then the fall festival, football games and dances. Dances that everyone would be going to with or without dates.
Ben paid for his lunch and balancing his tray one handed scanned the cafeteria for his friends. Jo was easy to spot she was towing over the other girls who did sports with her all of them up by the stage where the boys, and there were plenty of those, were ogling the girls. He felt a pang of longing and quickly shoved that back into its cage. Ah there was Hank. Ben headed that way and arrived just about the time Roach showed up with her brown bag lunch.
“Hey Y’all,” Ben started before he even sat, “I was thinking if y’all were gonna skip the dance I got a great Idea for a new campaign. We can do session zero Saturday. What do y’all think?”
Something Wicked: Another Brick in the Wall
Summer was over just like that. The Kids had spent a good portion of their time together as they always had but, this year it had been tinged with magic.
Their together time had been spent mostly either at the lake house or the secret forgotten house in the woods near the cave.
That house had become their clubhouse so to speak the place they went to practice, where Evelyn showed them secrets, where the magic lived.
They never went to the cave.
At the lake house it was just fun time. Kids being kids. But somethings started to take on new shapes. They were getting older and there was a new order to their relationships. Things that could only grow more complicated as the new school year dawned.
They had not seen Ms. Solart again during the summer. All of them had had a bit of fear when it came time to register for school that they would be in her home room which would be terrible, but fortune smiled on them, this year, all of them were assigned home room with Mrs. Blum, one of the most well-liked English teachers in the school. However not all was roses it seemed that all of The Kids would have at least one class with the new teacher and not all of them together.
And now it was the first day of school and the Kids were in their seats waiting for Mrs. Bloom to arrive. At precisely 7:50 Am the homeroom bell rang and Mrs. Bloom came into the classroom smiling pleasantly at all of the young students.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, I am Mrs. Bloom and welcome to your homeroom for this school year, I hope that we can have a good a productive time even if its in a short homeroom class. Now,” she gave Quinn and company a direct look, “ I see that all of you have chosen your own seats instead of waiting to be assigned and I’m not going to change that but I know how you kids are, after all I was one myself a long long time ago.” She smiles even more pleasantly. “As long as you keep your talking at a reasonable level and don’t disrupt everything will be fine.
Now I know almost all of you, but I do see a few new faces that I am not acquainted with and I am sure some of your classmates are curious as well. Let’s start with you, young man.” She indicates Dylan with a wave.
Dylan caught off guard looks at Evelyn and then Silas. Evelyn mouths ‘stand up’ and he does, “Umm,” he looks around at the other kids in the room then at the teacher, “umm, my name is Dylan… Coventry, I’m Evelyn Clairburn’s cousin and I live with her and my uncle out at Clairburn house, I moved here this summer from Richmond Hill , outside of Savannah.” As he finished, he shrugged and sat back down.
“Well welcome to Blairsville Dylan.” Mrs. Bloom set her gaze upon Evelyn, “And you must be Evelyn Clairburn. My condolences for your loss and I hope we can make you welcome and comfortable here in our little corner of Georgia.” Bloom’s smile turned sympathetic as the other young boys and girls who didn’t know Evelyn’s story, craned their necks to get a better look at the new girl.
After Darryl introduced himself and he was subjected to the rest of the classes scrutiny Mrs. Bloom once again took center stage.
“As most of you know Homeroom is from 7:50 to 8:30 Monday thru Friday. While most of the teachers let it be a free period, I am a little different, no you won’t have assignments But I hate not having anything to do so I, being an English literature teacher, will be do a little teaching while we spend our time together. But we will not be doing that today. I know some of you have a lot of catching up with one another so I will leave you to it until the bell. Just don’t get too noisy.”
The next three days were a whirlwind for the Kids. Despite the revelations of the slumber party, normal life still went on and that meant summer jobs to attend for some, and chores for others. They saw little of Evelyn as she was helping her uncle with preparations for the big Fourth of July party, and due to that many of the questions about being a witch and about what they were going to do to find the missing Devil’s Book had to wait.
The Party, which all the Kids parents had been invited to as special guests of the Clairburn’s, was bigger than they had been led to believe. In fact, Clairburn’s little party was taking place at Meeks park and was folded into the Annual Fourth of July event which the county held there every year. Apparently, Warren had approached the mayor and volunteered to foot the bill and bring in some entertainment and a much larger fireworks display than the norm. His way of saying thanks to the county for welcoming them back with open arms. All of the prep and arrangements had Warren and Evelyn working hand in hand with the county’s events committee and most of them were older women and Warren quickly charmed them all, still it was a lot of work and kept Evelyn and her uncle extremely busy.
Back at the Clairburn property there was also plenty of work to keep Dylan and Silas, who had been hired on as a parttime grounds man, busy and even Quinn found herself being called upon to come over to the big house on the third. Dylan wanted her opinion on the best places for the horse trails they wanted to clear.
The third of July dawned bright and sunny, Hank and Jo, both had to work that morning and so had set off to their separate jobs together on their bikes, and by the time Quinn and Silas finished the morning chores at the stable the sky had turned cloudy and grey with the smell of rain threatening, though there had been none forecast. The two were to meet Dylan at the back of the house and take the horses into the back country to spot trails to clear, and had just ridden out of the stable and paused to study the sky before crossing the road. Down the street Roach saw her two friends leading a third horse saddled but no rider, she waved and they waved back, just then a car came down Gumdrop rd. and went around the corner passing the Clairburn road. It was not a car Roach recognized as belonging to anyone in the neighborhood, it was a bright red town car, Roach thought it was maybe a 2004 or 5, with very dark tinted windows, and Georgia plates. It slowed as it passed roach and came down the road toward the two horse riders, by the time it got to Quinn and Silas, it was moving maybe five miles per hour and then without signaling the car turned onto Walsh road and coasted down to Hannah’s old house where it stopped.
Jo and Hank had ridden off to work together and chatted animatedly as they rode until they came to the highway where they had to split off with each going the opposite direction to their jobs. Hank was closest and as he waved at Jo’s receding back he started pumping the peddles to make up time. He wished his dad would let him drive all the time instead of just occasionally. He was old enough had a learner permit and if he could get his father to sign off could probably get a work hardship exception. Lost in his grumbled thinking he almost ended his driving career but some sixth-sense tickled his mind and he glanced over his shoulder at a yellow missile headed right at him. He swerved had skidding to a stop on the shoulder to keep from getting hit by the dirt covered yellow jeep that had careened past him and on into the parking lot of the Dollar General where he worked.
Checking his bike to make sure it was not damaged he then peddled up to the jeep where he saw the driver had gotten out of the vehicle and was standing at the still locked doors. The girl was tall, not as tall jo but she was taller than most but unlike Jo she was skinny as a board, flat as one too. She was wearing torn jeans and a tank top with no bra not that she needed one anyway her short brown hair was cut funny to Hank’s eye and messy. Her name was Danielle Church, though she went by Dani mostly. Hank knew her from school though she was a year ahead of him and his friends they had a couple of electives together and he had seen her working out with the track team although to his knowledge she wasn’t on the team.
“We don’t open till nine,” Hank said to her reprovingly.
She turned and he saw that she had a tattoo on her arm which was new to him, he did not know anyone with a tattoo, any kids at least. Maybe it was one of those fake ones. It looked cool it was a dragon curled around a guitar.
“Hey,’ she said and gestured at the jeep,” sorry I almost creamed you the stupid thing wobbled and I almost lost control. Fucking jeeps man.” She spit off to the side. “You okay?”
“Yeah, no harm. I have to go around back, but we’ll be open in a little bit.” The harsh languages wasn’t something he was used to from a girl.
“Didn’t we have a class together last year,” she asked as she dug a crushed box of Marlboro’s with a lighter out of her back pocket and proceeded to light one up?
Hank nodded as he started toward the side of the building to go around back “Yes, we were in Mrs. Blum’s Mythology class, 3rd period. I liked that poem you wrote about the kraken. I got to go; I’ll see about opening up so you can get what you need.”
With that Hank darted around the corner and headed to the back to lock up his bike.
Jo peddled fast and made good time arriving at the nursery ten minutes early. She had time to run across the street to the quickmart and grab an energy drink. She didn’t even glance at the motorcycle parked out side but to the side away from all the other cars. She ran inside and headed to the back glancing around taking in the other occupants of the store. As her eyes passed over a boy probably about her age, she felt a throb not unlike the silent pulse from the other night, just not as sharp or pronounced.
Daryll had gotten up early and headed out he had snatched a couple of twenties from his moms’ purse and he intended to stay away from the crappy house as long as possible. He had ridden the crazy backwoods hill country roads all morning and then decided to head to the lake. On the way he spotted a convenience store and decided to stop to get something to eat. He had been checking out the goods on the various isles wondering if he could get away with some five-finger discount when a girl came in and he could not help but stare. She couldn’t have been much older than him from the looks of her face, but damn he had never seen a girl like her she was huge and not fat huge but rather she hulk huge. As he stared she looked at him and they made eye contact and he felt a strange sensation deep in his chest like listening to a huge bass note blast from a fifteen inch subwoofer, but there was no noise just a silent pulse which left him breathless.
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