“Oi, isn’t the end, bet ah’ll rue the day, sure, sure; get ‘n help the witch with her business…” Danny muttered quietly, watching the devil walk away. But the ghoul stayed behind.
Barrel’s manner was off, and that grin planted uncertainty in his stomach nicely. But for all the wrong reasons. Things that didn’t frighten Danny? Spiders, sharp teeth, removable limbs. Things that did? Dark parks at night, maybe large groups of bikers (who so conveniently wore the same smile Barrel was wearing).
“Uh…how’s Luna? Fine…They’re all fine…Yeh should go an’ ask her yerself, if yer curious. Yeh can bet she’ll give an earful…” A few more awkward moments of silence passed before the mutation suggested, “Well, aren’t yeh gonna go an’ help him?”
“Oh, I see.” There was a nonchalant nod, uncaring. His grudge for Jack may not be as deep as the other two, but at the same time he could care less what happened to him && his family. && speaking of the other two, he should probably head back, Lock was sure to give an earful; if they were lucky, maybe they’d conceive a terrible plan.
Barrel shrugged, “It’s not like he needs me to carry him.” A glance where Lock had gone, “Buuut, this is Lock. He’ll kill Shock before he helps sneak her out. See you round, Dan.”
Down the path towards the grounds where the witchs’ lived in tall, Gothic-looking houses, && all wore those dark dresses. Barrel stuck to the side of a house as he watched Lock smoothly strike a conversation with a not-so-very attractive witch. The ghoul scaled up the wall, slipping into a higher window. Shock didn’t even look surprised, dropping the load in her arms; with a smirk she set a couple of things up. Just as she && Barrel jumped out the window, her set up exploded, && the trio ran towards their run-down home before the witches came after them.
“ELLIE,” “--We’re starving,” “--can we eat what you made?”
