Heyyy! I don’t mean to be rude or anything but I was just wonder if Mr Love Ike’s Choice is ever coming back? It’s almost the one year hiatus anniversary so I was just curious 👉👈
Have a good day! 💕
That is a wonderful question! To be honest, I have no idea. It's been a bit since I've written anything BUT I do have quite a bit of it done so I could upload again...
alright. If this answer gets at least 10 notes, I'll upload the story again! Just to see who else would like it back :P How does that sound? :D
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse (just stories and old scars), Fluffff, also some angst but it’s like the last few paragraphs so don’t get your hopes up, ewwy googy baby high fives, and cliffhangers that will make you beg for more >:D
(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight here~)
((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))
Chapter three:
Part nine:
I crashed the moment I hit my bed. When I woke up I called Maria and told her everything that had happened. She was silent through most of the call, partially out of exhaustion from how early it was, and partially because of how angry she had been with me the night before. After hearing the story, she seemed to have eased up a bit but made me promise to call her right away if anything like that were to happen again. I also promised to try extra hard to welcome the new foster child, Adrienne, to the family that night. Maria accepted the proposal without hesitation.
Throughout the entire conversation, Bart hadn't uttered a word to me. I could tell he was angry, so I made it a point to call him later that day. But no matter how many times I had tried to call him, he never picked up.
I also made sure to tell Sam what happened that night when I picked him up from school. “I never trusted Lucien.” Sam growled over the phone, “If he ever tries to bug you again just let me know! I’ll teach him a lesson!” Sam’s adolescent voice made the threats adorable but I accepted his offer nonetheless. It was nice to know he would be by my side no matter what. Now I just had to convince the other members of the family to do the same...
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I tugged lightly at the tie around my neck as I approached the foster house. I had decided to dress semi casually that evening with a white button-up shirt, nice black jeans, and a loose red tie. I had also bought some pies for dessert that night. Hopefully, that would make Bart happy enough to talk to me again.
I rapped on the door. Hurried footsteps sounded from the living room then the door swung open. I was greeted by a wide-eyed and grinning Sam. He was carrying a giggly Lola.
“Look, Lola!” He bounced the baby and pointed at me, “It’s Sissy Ike!” Lola screeched and reached out for me happily. I took her up from Sam’s arms and held her close with my free hand. Sam took the opportunity to take my bags and peer inside of them.
“Hey!” I reached to take them back but Sam dodged my grasp.
“Pies!” Sam cheered, “I hope you got pumpkin!”
“What kind of a fool doesn’t get pumpkin pie in the fall?” I huffed, “Those were supposed to be a surprise.”
“Welp, you shouldn’t have taken Lola, leaving me free to be nosy.” Sam stuck out his tongue. I looked over to Lola who was sucking happily on her fist.
“I can’t believe I trusted you.” I booped the little baby on the nose. Lola giggled and booped me right back with her slimy, saliva ridden hand.
“Come in.” Sam said through a fit of laughter, “I’ll put these in the kitchen for Dad to warm up.”
“Is the newbie here yet?” I asked, walking into the house and closing the door behind me, “Have you met her?” Sam stopped walking.
“Yeah.” Sam laughed nervously, “She’s… a character.” With that, he sped off into the dining room.
“How reassuring.” I said to Lola, who cooed in response. Doors shut from upstairs and footsteps retreated from the bedrooms. Maria appeared at the foot of the stairs, obviously at a loss for words. As she descended, she looked to be lost in thought, completely oblivious of my presence. “Wow.” I said, making Maria jump, “I think I can see smoke coming out of your ears.”
“Evie!” She said sweetly, quickly bouncing down the last steps and into my arms. I moved to complete the hug but Maria had already pulled away. She reached up and held my face in her hands, “How are you feeling, Evie? Any better?”
“I’m ok, really.” I pulled her hands away and gave her a soft smile, “Our talk this morning helped a lot.” Maria gave me a look of shock. My smile dropped. “What?”
“I don’t know.” Her shock melted into curiosity, “You seem… different today. Softer almost.”
“Perhaps the leaky baby in my arms makes it look that way.” Annoyance trailed from my words as another slimy slap hit my face. Maria laughed and took Lola from my arms.
“Come here, you!” She cooed, rubbing her face into the giggling baby’s, “Sister Ike has to go greet Sister Adri and hopefully put her in a better mood!”
“She isn’t in a good mood?” I asked looking up the stairs.
“Nope!” Maria kept up her playful tone for Lola, “In fact, I think I made it worse! Hey, Lola. Can you say ‘good luck, Evie!’?” Maria waved Lola’s hand to me, wordlessly pushing me upstairs. I sighed and accepted her challenge, walking to the bedrooms carefully.
I approached the pink bedroom door quietly. Scuffling came from inside the room, guaranteeing the existence of the new occupant living there. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” An annoyed, high pitched voice welcomed me. I pushed open the door and looked around. The room was fairly simple but had a clear aesthetic.
Neon lights in spring.
Pale pink based every furniture in the room and neon displays outlined them with various colors. My eyes landed on a teenage girl sitting on a comfy looking bed. She was tall and lean, legs splayed out and body contorted uncomfortably as she hunched over the phone in her hands. She wore black leggings, red converse, a large band tee shirt, and an even bigger tan jacket that poofed nicely around her arms. Her hair was black, bobbed, and straight, framing her heavily makeup ridden face. Her style seemed sharp enough to cut anyone who approached her and it was clear that was what she intended.
Adrienne pulled her attention from the phone as I walked in. She let out an annoyed huff as she eyed me up and down. “You must be Ike.” Adrienne said in a disgruntled tone.
“I take it you’ve heard about me?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.
“The old man wouldn’t stop talking about you.” Adrienne rolled her eyes, “It was ‘Ike this’ and ‘Ike that’ with him. I’m surprised you didn’t walk in with a halo and wings.”
“So they didn’t say anything bad about me?” I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets.
“No.” Adrienne deadpanned, looking back at her phone.
"They didn’t mention anything about me being an emotionally distant adrenaline hog?"
Adrienne looked back at me, eyeing me in a way that made it clear that she was waiting for me to tell her it was a joke. Once she saw I really wasn't kidding, she straightened herself slightly, ".… I think one of the twins might have touched on it." She said cautiously. Ah, good ol Ashton. "The other twin made me a macaroni picture." Adrienne gestured to her vanity. I approached it to find a macaroni picture of a smiling dog that read, Welcome to your new home, A-Dog!!
"Sam and his macaroni pictures." I shook my head and picked up the picture, "I threw out the first one I got from him. When he saw it in my trash, he didn't get angry. He simply made me another one. I stopped trashing them after the tenth try. It's still hanging in my apartment as we speak." I had two of his works actually. The one he made me at the foster home and the other one he had made me when I moved out. They were proudly framed and placed by my bed.
Some macaroni started sliding down the picture. He must have just made it. I placed down the picture carefully and walked back over to Adrienne. I pulled her desk chair out and swung it in front of her bed. Straddling it, I leaned forward, placing my head on the palm of my hand. “Ashton would be the other twin. He tends to be blunt about things. Bart and Maria could learn a thing or two from him. Now, allow me to introduce myself correctly.” I held out my hand, “Hi, I’m Ikamara Bikira. But you can call me Ike. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” Adrienne hesitated a moment but eventually took my hand. She shook it limply, making my grasp seem like that of a giant’s.
“Adri.” She murmured slightly, withdrawing her hand rather quickly from mine, “So.. you aren’t the super prissy heiress they make you out to be?”
“Nope.” I deadpanned, “In fact, most of the people I work with hate me. Say I don’t have any human decency or manners. They’re right, of course, but it still hurts.”
“But, the folks made you out to be this super caring person who only thinks for the people around her and never herself.”
“They tend to do that for the people they care about.” I sighed somewhat happily, “They only talk about the redeeming qualities so you seem so much better than you are. In fact, Maria did it for you.”
“She just barely met me.” Adri huffed, trying to catch me in a lie.
“You’ve seen Maria. Do you really think time will stop her from deciding whether or not to love and adore you?”
Adri seemed to be at a loss for words. She huffed and looked down at her phone. I took the opportunity to admire the poster hanging over her bed.
“You like Kiro?” I asked, staring into those familiar eyes on the poster. He was singing into a microphone and smiling charmingly at the camera.
“Who doesn’t?” Adri scoffed, keeping her eyes on her phone, “I have all of his albums on my phone.”
“Me too.” I found myself saying, as I got lost in his eyes.
“What?!” Adri laughed, snapping me back to reality, “Really?! I didn’t take you for the type!”
“What is that supposed to mean?!” I eyed Adri.
“I mean, Kiro’s music is full of emotion! You’re,” Adri looked me up and down again, “Not.”
“I’ll have you know Kiro’s music got me through highschool.” I said, redirecting my eyes to that dazzling smile, “He also connected me with this family.”
“How so?”
“Sam and I would listen to his music together all the time. I even used Kiro to communicate to Ashton while I was mute.”
“You… were mute?” Adri asked, hesitantly. My eyes unfocused from the poster and became large. Dang it, Victor. I thought to myself, Now you’ve got me spilling my guts to a seventeen-year-old. I hope you’re happy.
“Yeah.” I replied slowly, unsure about what to say, “For three years.”
“So it was selective.” Adri crossed her legs and sat in front of me, making me straighten my posture in response, “Why did you choose to be mute?”
“Since when did you become so interested in me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Since you stopped being a prick and actually became interesting.” Adri answered eagerly, gesturing to me to start talking. I looked blankly into her eyes. Victor’s words swam through my head.
“...I don’t blame you for needing time to ready yourself for the world, but you can’t stay in your head forever.”
Maybe talking to Adri about this stuff could be the step forward I needed to take.
I unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves to my shirt. “My mother left me and my dad when I was a baby, and my dad had important business to attend to… business that didn’t involve me. So, my dad put me in the foster program when I was just a child. Since then I was admitted to six different homes, counting this one. The first home sent me to a sort of Bootcamp, the second home neglected me, the third home gave me too much of the wrong kind of attention, the fourth home made me lose parts of myself; Including the feeling in my left arm... and my voice; and the fifth home… was featured on the news.” The scars on my arms radiated strangely in the neon lights, “By then I was discouraged. It had been ten years since my father had promised to come back for me and I was still in the system, bouncing from house to house. From one family who didn’t want me to the next. When I had arrived at this home, I was ready for it to be the same way…
“But it wasn’t. I was greeted with a macaroni picture, a hug from a large friendly man, a bright smile from a kind lady, the cold shoulder from a strange little boy, and a large welcoming meal. It still took me a month until I was sure I could trust them, but that was thirty-one days I wish I could take back. I wish I had started speaking to them right away. I wish I told them everything I felt and exactly how thankful I was that they didn’t hate me. That they wanted me around to love and welcome me as their own. Their love means more to me then they will ever know… which is why I want to ask one thing of you.” Adri had been transfixed on my arms as I spoke. I took her chin and pulled it up so she would match my gaze, “Give them a chance. Before you know it you will be out of here and reunited with your family. Let them love you the way you deserve because, whether you like it or not, they are going to do it anyway. And they aren’t ever going to stop doing it. No matter how badly you mess up. Trust me, I know. They…” I paused, “...we are your family now. We’ve got your back. So there’s no need to fight us.” Adri stayed silent, staring blankly at my face. I let go of Adri’s chin and stood up from her chair. I held out my hand, “Now, why don’t we head downstairs? Bart normally likes it when we set the table for dinner.”
Adri ignored my hand as she looked up at me. She had a clear sparkle in her eyes. Many emotions filled them. Sympathy, sadness, regret…
... but also realization, adoration, and above all, respect. Adri raised a shaky hand to mine.
Before she could take it though, the door swung open. Sam stomped in, worry and anger brimmed on his face. Those emotions morphed into awkwardness as he realized what he had interrupted. “S-sorry!” He said sweetly, “Did I ruin a moment?”
“I’m sure there will be more to come.” I smiled at Adri. She smiled back meaningfully, “What’s up, kiddo?” Sam’s face returned to the state it was in before as the topic returned to him.
“N-Now, don’t kill the messenger.” Sam spoke slowly and shakily, “But we have a visitor.”
“Who is it?” I asked, bracing myself. One knowing look from Sam made the answer clear. “No.” I wined slightly, “Please be joking.” A familiar laugh came from downstairs. Anxiety rushed into my stomach as I groaned. I hid my face in my hand.
“Who is it?” Adri asked warily.
“Oh! He is just delightful! Super fun!” Sam smiled sarcastically. Then his smile dropped, “and also a son of a-” I held a hand up to Sam to stop him from contributing to the swear jar.
“Why don’t we go meet him.” I groaned, moving towards the door, “There could be a chance he got amnesia within the few hours we last saw each other and he could have completely forgotten about me.”
“What, hold on, tea?!” Adri jumped up from the bed and grabbed onto my arm, “Spill it! Is this guy an ex??”
“He wishes!!” Sam spoke up again and jumped in front of Adri, “Go on down, Ike. I’ll be the one to catch Adri up to speed.”
“What, so I can go face him alone?!” I scoffed, “No way! I’ll stay here. You go.”
“How about we all stay?” A low melodious voice came from the doorway, “I would like to hear what happened as well.”
Warnings: Guns (that literally are useless), Bombs (that are less useless), Mentions of stalkers, New discoverings, Plot twists, Gavin fluff, Ike fluff, Fluff fluff fluffitty fluff and a pinch of fluff... also a dash of angst but that’s not till the end ;D Oh, and don’t forget the big hEAPING serving of cliffhangers :DD
(Chapter two’s prologue, parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine here :))
((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))
Chapter two:
Part ten:
The warehouse was extremely run down. The walls were crawling with vines and cracking in places and the windows were barred and broken. The entire building creaked in against the steady wind as the light of the day steadily fell and was replaced by the night. I leaned against the side of Bart’s car, staring at the building, taking in the breeze, and letting Gavin finish his phone call in the car. As I stood there, I thought over the case.
Hickman got a letter at his door to go to “Hills, Warehouse, Wall.” After getting the address wrong and going to The Wall by mistake, Hickman spotted a warehouse not too far from the pub. He met the person who sent the letter there, and was promised bail money if he were to out me as an Evolver. But who sent that letter? What did the letter mean by “Wall?” And why, of all Evolvers, did the hitman want to out me?
The car door opened and Gavin stepped out of it with his phone still in his hand. He was looking down at it seriously. “I told the chief about the situation.” Gavin said as he approached me, “The warehouse is abandoned so we don’t need a warrant, but he advised that we wait for backup.”
“Noted.” I nodded and moved from the car.
“Why am I not surprised that you’re just going to risk it?” Gavin sighed and moved to follow me.
“You don’t have to come, Mr. Goodie Goodie.” I teased, turning to face him, “You can wait for backup.”
“We don’t have any weapons. How do you expect us to fare there?”
I stood a moment in thought. He was right, with Gavin in the condition he was in and no real idea of what we might be facing, charging in without backup wouldn’t be reasonable. Let alone without a weapon. It’s a good thing I had thought about that before. I walked to the back of the car and opened a trunk. I pulled a piece of loose paneling from the floor to reveal a secret compartment. Inside sat a gun.
“You have a gun inside of your dad’s car?” Gavin scoffed as I pulled the gun out from it’s hiding place.
“Did you forget that I used to be a bounty hunter, Birdcop?” I said as I checked the gun to see if it was still loaded, “I have a gun almost everywhere! I thought a cop would be just as careful. Especially when under cover.” I gave Gavin a judgmental glare.
“And where did you think I’d hide it? In my pocket?” Gavin gestured to his tank top and jeans. As he did so he pulled at an injury. He swung his hand to grip his side and grunted. I reached out a hand to steady him but he caught it swiftly. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” He reassured, straightening his posture, “Just, got a little carried away.” I arched an eyebrow, worry obviously written on my face. Gavin knitted his eyebrows and opened his mouth but before he could say anything. I shoved the gun into his hands and walked around him.
“Hey, what about you?” Gavin asked, turning to catch up with me.
“I don’t need it.” I turned to him as he approached my side, “Not when I have these guns.” I flexed. Gavin gave me a look. “Don’t give me that!” I shoved Gavin playfully, “I’m not the one injured here!”
“Whatever.” Gavin smirked, “Let’s just see how your ‘guns’ can get the doors open.”
“What do you-” I stopped at the front for the building. The doors were padlocked and boarded up. I huffed in annoyance, “How long did you know?”
“The chief told me.” Gavin smirked. His voice sounded as if he was holding back a laugh. Though his smile made my cheeks burn, my face was as steely as ever. He kept his grin and gestured to the door. “Well? How is the great Cicatrix going to take care of this-”
I kicked the door down.
The boards became splinters and the chain snapped in multiple places as the kick I threw tore the doors off their hinges. The doors clanked loudly as they hit the ground and the chains and wood soon followed it. The sound radiated through the empty building. I clicked my tongue and looked at Gavin.
“...situation.” Gavin finished, astounded at my action.
“That looks pretty taken care of to me.” I chimed. Gavin snapped out of his trance and glared at me.
“Could you be any more careless?!” He whisper shouted, “What if the perpetrator heard you?!”
“What is he going to do? Jump out the window?” I teased, stepping over some debris, “Come on, we should start looking.”
“Idiot, the doors were locked tight. They probably had a different way in.” Gavin hit the back of my head as he followed me into the warehouse, “The loud noise of the door hitting the floor probably sent them running.”
“Hey, you challenged me!” I protested rubbing the back of my head slightly, “Besides, if they really left in a hurry then they’d leave more evidence behind for us to catch them again. Also, hey, I give you ‘Bird Cop’ and you give me ‘Idiot?!’ Seriously, how long did it take you to think about that?! Two seconds?!”
“Keep it down.” Gavin lifted the gun and prepared it in front of him as we walked, “Did you forget why we came here? We came to stop a potential Evol threat. Some quiet and focus would go a long way.” He was right. I was acting pretty childish since he and I became partners again. It was probably because I had energy to burn after that fight. I must be releasing energy through quips and comebacks. That door also seemed to be nothing compared to the amount of force I have had to use on previous doors. I should be channeling that energy into finding the perp. No funny bus-
“Besides, I wasn’t even trying.” Gavin broke the moment of silence, “Give me an hour to give you a good nickname.” A small smile crept onto my face.
“You’re just trying to hide the fact that it took you all night to come up with ‘idiot.’” I pursed my lips slightly, stopping the smile from spreading.
We came up to a fork in the hallway. In front of us was a giant door made of metal that seemed to lead to the main storage room of the warehouse. On the other side of the door were two hallways, leading to a dead end on the left and the rest of the building on the right. I studied the door in front of us. Though I trusted my Evol to get through the door, I didn’t want to waste my energy trying to bust it down. Besides, it would be much easier to check when backup arrived. The more people the better with a space that big. With that, that only left us with one option. I scanned each hallway quickly and made a decision.
“You take right, I’ll take left.” Gavin and I said at the same time. We stared blankly at each other. I raised my eyebrow.
“Wait, why do you want left?” I asked.
“There are less doors down left.” Gavin responded, “I could finish sweeping and then help you look.”
“What makes you the superior room-checker?”
“I’m a cop. This isn’t the first time I’ve done a search and clear of a building.”
“What makes you think I haven’t?”
Gavin raised an eyebrow.
“...fine. You take left.” I caved, slumping my shoulders slightly, “But we’ll see who ends up helping who here.”
“Just remember to tell me when a room is empty.” Gavin rolled his eyes but held a slight smile, “So I know you’re ok.”
“Whatever.” I grumbled, heading down the right hallway. Gavin turned down the left hallway and held his gun at the ready. I breathed deeply as I approached the first door. The door was unlocked. I braced myself and thrust the door open. I looked in the room. Empty. Completely empty. Not even a desk or a chair. “Clear.” I called grumpily as I left the room. It was the first door and I was already bored out of my mind.
The room search was going as well as you’d expect in an abandoned warehouse. There was the occasional room with rotting desks and chairs or the random piece of graffiti that strung along the walls. Other than that the rooms were devoid of people or evidence or anything suspicious. Gavin and I cleared each room with the hope of anything pertaining to our case quickly being diminished.
I cleared yet another empty room and sighed. This was getting us nowhere. What were we expecting to find? A masked man in front of a wall with pictures of Evolvers with Xs on their eyes? Whoever dares to target Evolvers would be smarter than that.
I huffed and tapped my chin. The words Hickman said echoed in my mind. “Hills, Warehouse, Wall.” My posture straightened. The evidence we were looking for wasn’t in a room, it was in a wall! I hurried down the hallway, ignoring the unopened doors I passed. I kept my eyes glued to the walls surrounding them, hoping to find some sort of evidence of a disturbance or opening.
I somehow found myself in the cafeteria of the warehouse. The room was large and open. Circular tables were thrown haphazardly around the room with a few chairs littered around them. Vending machines sat on the right with it’s contents still inside. I dared not try anything in them. The back wall was completely made of windows, framing perfectly the lake below. The sun had completely set and the night sky reflected perfectly in the water. The sight made me stop in my steps.
“What kind of company would pass up a view like this?” I found myself whispering as I watched the lake ripple in the wind. I sighed and looked down the hallway that I had left behind. Loads of doors had been left unopened and I could see Gavin was nearly finished with his hallway. I sighed. “My theory is coming up cold.” I said aloud to the empty room, hoping it would sympathize with me, “Maybe I shouldn’t have trusted my gut. Ugh, Gavin isn’t going to let me live this down, is he?” Hearing no response, and unwilling to wait for one, I slumped my head to the ground and moved to go back to my fruitless search and clearing adventure.
I stopped in my tracks as I spotted something by the wall. Trails of scratches seemed to be trailing from it. As if something had been moved from the wall. Continuously.
“Scuff marks.” I gasped as I looked up at the wall in front of me. All of the walls in that warehouse were cracked and falling apart but the cracks on this wall seemed to differ. They circled the wall and split it in half, like a gate into a foreboding passage. The kind of passage that only belonged in fairy tales. Most of the walls were also covered in moss and dust. Not that wall. That wall looked practically as good as new. I quickly scanned the wall for a way to open it. A place to push it or a hidden key or-... there, in the middle of the wall, was a hole with finger prints ridden all over it. My heart jumped. Evidence. I looked down the hall to Gavin. He seemed like a spec from how far he was from me. He wouldn’t be able to hear me if I called him over… and he wouldn’t be hurt if something dangerous was behind this wall. Making up my mind, I turned back to the wall.
Using my tanktop to stop myself from smudging the fingerprints, I put my hand in the hole. I felt around and found a spot where I could pull at the wall. I braced myself and pulled roughly. The section of the wall that was mapped out by the cracks surrounding it popped out of place, sliding perfectly into the scuff marks on the floor. The noise it made was earsplitting. “Well, at least I don’t have to call for Gavin.” I cringed. I braced again as I placed my other hand in the newly opened space. I pulled the wall apart, causing the noise to sound again. The strength I had to use was unsettling. I took a mental note of it as I looked in the space I had opened. The blood vanished from my face. I didn’t expect to be so right but so wrong at the same time. The room was just a wall full of pictures of Evolvers, but every picture contained only one person.
Me.
The pictures covered the small space of the room. Pictures of me getting off of my bike, me working at my desk, me picking up Sam by the bus station, me at the meeting I held just the other day. That wasn’t all. A map sat behind the pictures. It was riddled with pen, graphing various places in Loveland. My apartment, the office, St. Richards, Bart and Maria’s house, my favorite restaurants, all mapped out by a red pen with the normal routes I used to get to each destination. Sticky notes scattered the wall as well. Chicken scratch filled them, made of handwriting that only a doctor could read. But, above it all hung a large black banner with the words, “Operation Montu” written in neon green and perfect cursive.
I felt my hands shake as my body involuntarily moved backwards, away from the horror show in front of me. The scene was too much. The idea was too much. Whoever was behind all of this didn’t care about destroying Evolvers, they cared about destroying me. They worked so hard to destroy me that they had a full operation behind it. They knew every move I was going to take before I took it. My eyes frantically searched the wall further, scrounging for clues about who could be behind this. A thin table was crammed in the space between the wall and it’s door. It was mostly empty… except for…
“Ike!” Gavin called me. He was running to me with his gun raised. The shock of the scene in front of me gave me no time to realize how close he had gotten. He was already in the cafeteria and approaching the wall rapidly, “What have you-”
“Stop!” My voice was hoarse as I raised my hand hurriedly. He stopped just short of the door.
“What is it?!” Gavin’s voice mixed with curiosity and worry. My words held themselves in my throat. Gavin, anxious at my silence, raised his gun and inched closer to me.
“Bomb!” I managed to sputter in fear of his steps. I watched the blood drain from Gavin’s face. I quickly looked back at the device on the desk. Wires portrayed from a piece of hardware on a small black packet that was wrapped in tape. There was no knowing what was hidden inside. A green light was blinking on the hardware.
It had been activated.
My heart and head raced as I tried to find solutions but there was only one thing that mattered. I could survive the bomb going off, but Gavin couldn’t.
“Stay put, Ike.” Gavin inched even closer, moving past the door and reached a hand out to me, “Take my hand.”
“No.” I desperately tried to warn him, pushing away his hand, “Gavin, you have to-.” It was too late. A rapid beeping came from the device. Without thinking, I grabbed Gavin’s arm and threw him to the windows of the cafeteria.
The sound of the windows shattering was drowned out by a bright light and the earsplitting roar of death.
Did you (Chapter 4 part 3) just completely and totally rip out my heart stomp on it cut it into slices and put it into a paper shredder, yes. 𝕐𝔼𝕊 you did ╥﹏╥ but guess what I love it it hurt so much but it was a masterpiece ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ
This is PRECISELY the feeling I'm going for. The:
"UGH I can't beLIEVE you would throw my beloved characters into such a pit of despair and agony!! And then take me WITH THEM!! I AM HURT AND CRYING AND I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT WHEN IS THE NEXT PART COMING OUT!!"
And thus begins my ever growing progress in becoming the Queen of Angst. B)
Sorry new Ike's Choice is stalled for a bit. The power went out and I didn't get time to edit. I'll post the next part as soon as its done! Thank you for your patience :)
