Monday, February 16, 2009

“Why are so desperate to meet the people who went to the high school?” Gabe asks, narrows his dark eyes at the intruding men. Carrington focuses his jet black gaze on to the tall man.
“We just…we wanted to make sure the luno’s were really there.” He tells them. Gabe pulls a face,
“According to the information you’re sending out, you knew they were there, why not just go there yourself?” He asks, there are plenty of good reasons to be nervous around new people, you never know their intentions, and just what it is that they really want with you.
“It was horrifying.” Greta’s light voice adds into the mix and now Carrington, all the men’s eyes go wide.
“Grets, you were there too?” The pseudo leader asks, the blonde nods.
“I killed one of them..”
Carrington is tugging her into a hug again, whispering. “Grets, god, if we knew you were gonna go, we’d never have….we would have never sent that thing out. We never wanted you to see.”
Again William does nothing but Carrington’s words do spark something within the rest of the group.
Carrington looks back at the other men in his party before he glances at Greta and then focuses back on Gabe. “We were sure that if the luno’s were there then it would surely be a suicide mission to go there. No one in their right minds would willingly walk into a luno’s den.” He states. Gabe, no, everyone looks taken aback by Carrington’s words.
“Are you-are you trying to tell us that you fucking used us as guinea pigs?” Pete spits out from his position next to Ryan, Carrington’s eyes dart over to the small man. “Are you saying that you sent that information out knowing how dangerous it could be but you did it anyway just so you could be sure?” Pete’s voice is rising steadily with each word spoken but Carrington doesn’t seem affected by it.
“We stated just how dangerous we thought this mission was, it is by no means our fault if any of your people got killed.”
“None of them did.” Andy interjects; he’s calmly leaning against the back wall, face unreadable. “But that doesn’t mean that there weren’t casualties in another sense.” It almost feels like a small wave is passing around the room, wrapping tight around those who were hurt at the mission, highlighting them, letting Carrington see firsthand just what that send out did.
“Wait…” Gabe starts, he’s digging around in his back pocket, pulling out a crumpled and creased white paper, he unfolds it and yes, it’s one of the faxes, probably the one Carrington had sent out. “This fax,” Gabe says, “The fax about the high school it’s from a guy named Mikey.”
Carrington frowns deeply, soft face crumpling in on itself and the small group of men behind him seem to go stiff. “Mikey,” Carrington starts, voice void of emotion. “Did send that fax out but…he’s dead now.” Equal silence on both parts of the room, no one is spared of a casualty these days, no, that’s the norm. It’s unusual to have so many people come back alive. This house itself happens to be one of the larger groups of people, usually, usually the groups are as small or smaller than Carrington and his men.
“Now that you know the luno’s are there…what do you intend to do about it?” Brendon is asking, arms crossed tight across his chest.
“We’re gonna go there and burn the place to the ground.”



“What?” Ryan says, he seems surprised at his own outburst. Carrington and the other men focus on the frail body of Ryan Ross.
“We know that the luno’s might’ve switched locations by now.” The black haired leader starts, “But either way we figured it’s for the best that we just burn that building down, that way they can never return to it.”
Ryan stares on with a slackjawed expression but Carrington continues. “and if they are in there, that’s all for the better, we can burn those bastards alive.”
These men, Carrington and his cohorts, they don’t know about Jenny, about Patrick. They probably wouldn’t care even if they did. They didn’t know them and to these men all luno’s are the same, no matter who they used to be. Ryan is shaking his head, “no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He whispers out, he’s looking down at his gloved hands.
“Why wouldn’t it be? It really solves two problems here, it’s perfect.” Carrington replies.
“It’ll work perfectly,” The man named Remy states, “See, all you have to do is take gasoline and put some in these bottles, soak some rags with it and stick those in there too.” He explains, as if the sole purpose for them thinking this was a bad idea was for safety reasons. “Then you make sure you throw it into the rooms that have the heaters and the paint and all those other nice flammable things and boom, Instant luno bonfire.” The small man, Remy, he almost seems to come alive as he explains the plan and just how it will all work.
“Remy is an expert and this kind of shit.” The other black haired man, George, explains.
“No, that’s not what I mean.” Ryan points out; he’s less than amused at these men and their words, their plans. “I...We have friends living in there.”
“No one lives there but luno’s….” George states, his eyes widening. “Carrington, I think these are some of those hybrids…those, those…halfbreeds.” He whispers to the leader. Brendon makes a face and maybe a small disgruntled noise.
“We’re not.” Jon says as he comes out into the kitchen, Cassie wavering behind him. Jon’s good at situations like this, explaining and calming people down, he really has a knack for it. “We’re all human.” He doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he says it, showing just how little this group cares about Brendon’s situation.
“Then why did he-“George starts but Jon cuts him off.
“There are two luno’s that live in that high school, they used to be our friends…you know, before they were changed.” Jon explains, he glances back at Cassie who urges him on with a warm hand at the small of his back.
The small group of men is silent before Carrington clears his throat.
“I’m sorry for that, really I am but if you don’t realize by now then I guess I’ll have to explain it to you. Those ‘friends’ of yours, they’ll never be those people again. They are all they can be now, they’re lunos and they’ll kill you in a flash without a second thought.”
“But they’re still-“Ryan tries to cut in but Carrington seems aggravated
“Look, “Carrington starts, “We didn’t come here to ask for permission to do what we planned.”
“No, you only came to see how your experiment turned out.” Pete scoffs, Carrington ignores him.
“Regardless of what kinds of morals you people have, it’s about damn time that you realize that this world isn’t what it used to be. You can’t always do what’s right, sometimes you gotta do what you can to survive.”
With that little advice Carrington turns and his group follows, like sheep right along behind him. He turns back once he’s at the door, “Grets, good to see you darling, I hope we get another chance.” He says and then they’re gone, filing out the door and down into the darkness from where they came from.
The people who live in the house, they turn to one another and a silence fills the expansive room.
“We can’t…” Ryan begins, promptly breaking the silence. “We can’t let them burn down the school!” He’s looking upon his companions with wide brown eyes and a slightly deranged expression.
“Ryan,” Brendon whispers and the first boy turns to the second.
“No, Brendon, no,” Ryan shakes his head. “Don’t give me that tone; don’t tell me that you think they’re right!” When Brendon doesn’t change his expression Ryan turns to the others in the room, desperate to find someone, anyone who thought the same as him. Of course he turned to Cassie. “Cass, please, please tell me that you feel the same. Patrick might be in there Cassie! You don’t want them to do it do you?”
“I-“ Cassie opens and closes her mouth uselessly, her eyes are downcast and her hands are still on Jon. “Ryan, maybe that guy…maybe he’s right.” She says softly and the brown haired boy can hardly believe his ears. Of all the people in this house he thought that she would agree with him. It was Patrick and it was Jenny, it was them and he couldn’t, he just couldn’t let that get destroyed.
“I can’t, I can’t let them hurt her.” Ryan is mumbling, “Just like you shouldn’t be able to let them hurt Patrick.”
“Like he shouldn’t have been able to hurt me, Ryan?” Cassie shoots right back, eyes hardening slightly. Jon turns towards her and slides his hand into the girl’s. Ryan’s face goes blank before he picks up where he left off.
“Imagine if it was Jon in there.”

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