Crossroad to Purgatory
Of course he hadn't been able to stick around the police station. After Detective Knight left and the lights went off, shit began to collectively hit the fan. John slipped away unnoticed by his "new friends" and as soon as he was out of the station, John began to run. He texted Jessica along the way, not quite sure what to make of the apparent allegation that she'd kidnapped Matt and taken him to this Midland Building. Knowing Matt he tended to get in over his head; knowing Jess, she tended to do whatever she needed to do to get the job. Bad situation all around, really. John desperately wished Matt had given him more details about this great danger. Though he'd hated making the transition from a simple, no frills mobile phone to a smart one, John had to admit it came in handy as he needed the directions to his destination.
He could walk faster than the pile up traffic, so he did, taking side streets and as many short cuts as possible. John still felt like he was going too slow. His heart ticked down every minute one every block. A sinking feeling was coming over him, and he knew never to ignore his intuition. So he began to run, sprinting in spurts until his lungs burned. The ground beneath his feet started to rumble as the building came into view, along with a small crowd of people.
John's eyes widened in horror as the building's lower levels began to collapse. Beneath his feet the tremours were worse, turning his sprint into an ungainly jog toward the figure of Jessica Jones and two other men. Neither of them were Matt. As he got close enough that he might be heard over the cacophony of steel bending and mortar being ground down to dust, John shouted her name.
"Jessica! Jess, where's Matt?" He had to bite his tongue not to demand what she'd done, but he had to hear her out. Maybe he'd just been hurt. Was loaded on to an ambulance. That sick sense of knowing that something was very wrong, however, was only getting worse.
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