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Dreamslaughter - Ch. 20CHAPTER 20Dreamslaughter - Ch. 20 by ~Moonlightauthor
Either out of fatigue or unbridled hesitation, the three of us decided to stop off inside a small, suburb one-story home just on the edge of the land-rise which gave birth to the valley within. It wasn’t even halfway through the night; in fact, if I looked closely, I thought I could still see flecks of sunlight spattering the retiring horizon. Wicka didn’t object to our pulling off extra early. Maybe she didn’t want to confront the Richets in the dark, I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t want to, but it wasn’t up to me.
The house was pretty much empty, as most usually were. Iz gave it a quick look-through and returned only with a workbench-type saw from the car-space…what did they call that? Geez, I felt like I was losing my mind. Hmm…
Dreamslaughter - Ch. 19CHAPTER 19Dreamslaughter - Ch. 19 by ~Moonlightauthor
Iz wasted more water than he should have trying to clean up my arm for me while I sank into the couch and zoned out on the bullet hole in the agitated upholstery. Wicka watched—or at least I thought she was watching—from the top of the couch as he wrapped my wound with a shred of a blanket from the only bed in the house.
“Why didn’t you just keep the gun?” I grumbled, clenching my jaw as he knotted the fabric and placed some extra strips of it into the duffle for later.
“I won’t use it,” he replied stiffly.
“We might need it sometime…you never kn—
“I won’t use it,” he repeated in a voice unlike his own—gruff and irritable…bear-like.
“Okay, sheesh,” I murmured as I tested out the extent of my arms range of