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01/01/2015 01:01 AM 

A Town Divided

Middletown is reeling after the murder of the bank owner, Mr. Serafim [SMAUG] and the attempted murders of Daric King [THORIN], Keegan McNeil [KILI] and Phillip McNeil [FILI]. Yet before the investigation can truly get underway, the town sheriff, Leo Forrest [LEGOLAS] has disappeared under suspicious circumstances. Tara Forrest [TAURIEL] finds herself as the acting sheriff in his absence and must contend with the suspicious nature of her father, Trenton Forrest [THRANDUIL], as he turns his sole focus unto the town pastor, Alexander Orton [AZOG].
 
Meanwhile the Guardian Angel's Hospital goes under lockdown at the request of Edward Nightingale [ELROND] who leaves matters in the capable hands of his daughter, Adele Nightingale [ARWEN], while he checks in on the patients in a secret ward reserved only for the elite. There, Grace Goldbloom [GALADRIEL] awakens from a coma-like state of which she has been in for the past two weeks. In spite of the hospital being on lockdown, Brad Orton [BOLG] has disappeared from the hospital without a trace.

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:17 PM

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(ALESEA- ORCS. EPISODE TWO BEGINNING)

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The minutes spiraled and coiled into black by the time that he was able to strain to open his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed or what had happened, but the images surrounded him in a faint hazing blur of memories. The rancid taste of copper in his mouth caused him to furrow his brows into a harsh line and when he did so, his jaw ached horridly. In fact, his entire body felt sore and he was cold. The faint sound of an engine rumbling beneath metal caught his senses and the rancid scent of decaying flesh struck his senses, he recoiled as he lifted his head, blinking slowly. Blurs and misshapen images was all that he could make out, but that loud roar of the thundering engine, he recognized. Memories came flashing back to him and they were moving over the rough mountain road, it wasn't paved from the feel of it, and that meant ... they were being held captive.

THEY... he lifted his head then with a huff of slow breath escaping from his lips, his amber hues searched the darkness, focusing on the slumped shape that was nearest to him. It felt like his hands were being crushed in some kind of vice or something and he twisted them, which caused the restraints to zip tighter and he winced, turning his wrist a fraction of an inch to the right. Whatever it was that they had bound him up with wasn't metal, it was hard plastic and it rubbed right into his skin, biting into his arms. He moistened his lips with his tongue, feeling the split on the bottom plush tier, he exhaled slowly. His gaze was focused upon the figure across the way, he swallowed slowly once more and tried his voice, but it was a low whisper, hoarse at that.

"Allie...? Hey... "

Some loud music was playing from the front of the truck and he glanced that way, his eyes watering from the cold, but he shifted his weight slightly, trying to get closer to her. His leg stung like a mother lover, but he set his foot against the side of the truck bed and pushed himself forward toward her. "Allie! Hey.. wake up.."

His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest, because he feared that she was seriously hurt, but they were in the back of some disgusting truck, traveling some no name mountain road. Except, it wasn't entirely true, he knew ever niche and pass in this forest, he had spent the boon of his childhood in this forest, so if they could just get moving, while the other two were in the front, they might be able to get out of this mess that they were in. When his shoulder came nearest to her own, he rolled over onto his side, trying to keep his hands from being crushed underneath him. He bent one knee forward and leaned in closer to her, pressing his cheek to her own. He did this to check the warmth of her body, to hear if she was breathing, and to speak to her without the a-holes in the front hearing him. He sighed out a breath of relief, hearing her inhalation and exhalation, her cheek was cold, but she was alive. This gave him the momentum to press his lips closer to her ear, he spoke louder to her then.

"Allie, come on, wake up.. we have to get out of here. Come on.. "

He shifted his gaze to the tailgate of the truck, even with his hands tied, at this rate of speed. It was a risk, but if they timed it just right, they could possibly strike one of the snow banks, maybe. A few broken bones, possibly, but their feet weren't bound, they could at least get some place they could hole up until daylight. It was better than the other option, because already his mind was running rampant on who these people were and what their plans were for the two of them. Or for her. His stomach twisted sharply at the idea and he grunted softly speaking a bit harsher to her.

"For the love of EVERYTHING holy! Alesea! Wake up! "

His cheek fell against her own for a moment and he sighed, hoping that she could hear him, that she would wake up. He couldn't grab her and pull her to the tailgate, or ... could he? He lifted his eyes to the glass, seeing the two figures in the front. They were laughing raucously and shoving one another, paying no attention to their two captives in the back. He turned his head slightly and peered over Alesea's shoulder, piled up in the back were what looked to be elk or deer that had been killed. Some recently, some not so recently. He huffed out a breath and twisted his lips, rolling over onto his back, and it happened just the way that he thought that it would. His hands were crushed beneath him and he twisted his lips slightly with a look up to the snow covered trees that were rushing overhead. Each time that he moved, his head pounded and every muscle in his body ached sorely, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. Anyone that could haul around a truck full of half mutilated woodland creatures and kidnap two people wasn't quite the kind of people that he wanted to stick around to find out what their hobbies were. He kind of had an inkling of what that might be anyway.

Without much more hesitation and quite a bit of pain involved, he gave another glance to the back glass and he rolled over onto his opposite side with a low groan of pain. A silent prayer went up to the powers of that be, just to let them get out of this, alive. Settling his foot down and using his body as kind of leverage, he pushed himself backward, until he felt the warmth of her body behind his own. He huffed out a slow breath and listened to the rumbling of the truck engine, some whooping and hollering from the front caught his attention as they struck a particularly large dip in the road. This caused everything to shift and his head struck the metal rather hard and his muscles protested the motion. He grunted softly and the laughter from the front gave him the idea that they had done it on purpose, while the voices were chattering, he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. And he found that he really didn't care, as long as they kept driving and not looking in their rear view mirror. As the haze cleared from his eyes, he turned his attention back to the tailgate, finding that it had come unhitched slightly, only held on by one set of chains on the right, which were wobbling. A smirk drawled over his lips , how did you like that? Even a blind squirrel caught a nut every now and then. He mustered his strength and reached back with his fingers to grasp onto the front of Alesea's pants, something that wouldn't rip. He twisted his lips and struggled for a moment, working himself backward, until the tips of his bound fingers found the leather of her belt. He gritted his teeth and sighed for a moment, it would be really great if she woke up right now, but since she hadn't, he worked with what he had. The tips of his fingers slipped around her belt and he shrugged his shoulders, working his forearms, until his fingers were, completely beneath the belt. He shifted his body slightly until his palms were around it and he grasped the leather, just like that. A leap and a prayer would be next, if they could make it.

His head was killing him, his muscles ached, but his focus, his willpower wasn't going to let him stop, not in this life or death situation. He grasped onto her and listened, the music was cranked up in the front and he began to work himself forward then. Settling his elbow against the grime covered truck bed, he dug his foot into the groove, and dragged them both forward. It wasn't as fast as he would have liked for it to be and it took every ounce of strength that he had. His wrists screamed in pain, but he didn't let her go, the plastic that bound him was biting into his skin, stinging, and he felt the fresh warmth of blood filling his palm. The truck slowed once and he stopped, but it was only to take a steep curve, which aided in their descent toward the tailgate. Six more inches were gained from the jackass driving hitting the accelerator and going up a steep incline. The only issue was that when they moved, so did the pile of dead animals behind them and all the grime that was beneath them. He sucked in a deep breath and focused on anything but that, inherently upon their freedom that was nearly in sight. It was pitch black in these woods and if he could make it just in time, then the landing would hurt like a beast, but they might be able to just survive this after all. He'd rather take his chances with the snow covered road and the incline of the mountainous terrain.

Those next few inches felt like miles as their bodies finally reached the tailgate. He blinked at their surroundings through the tailgate and pressed his back against her chest, he had to wait for just the right moment to kick that tailgate, so they wouldn't hear the crash of it falling open. He couldn't catch it and this was the only chance that they had and he knew it all too well. And he waited impatiently, adrenaline firing his heartbeat rapidly in his chest, he held his breath for a moment, nearly six minutes passed, but he felt like it was hours. In his mind, it had to be, but as they began off the edge of the graveled road, he had his chance. The truck was rolling hard through the potholes and natural landscape of the forest, the dirt road that they were on wasn't excavated very well at all, obviously. His teeth jarred from some of the impacts, but as he felt the front tires dip into a particularly steep incline, he heard the four wheel drive whirl on for the off road capabilities, and he made his move. Settling most of his weight against Alesea's torso, he ground his teeth together and gave the tailgate a kick with all that he was worth. It jarred his senses and he groaned softly through clenched teeth, twisting his lips once more, and he kicked it again as they hit another pothole. He struck the edge of it and the tailgate slammed open and he didn't wait a second more, this was their chance... and they only had the one. He took it.

Making for certain that his hands were wound tightly around her belt, as they rushed up the steep incline, he drew in a deep breath and tried to relax, because it was going to hurt. He steeled his nerves for it and focused on anything else, like the warmth of her body, the sound of her breathing, anything else. He pushed forward then dragging her along and they were falling. Along with a few of the deer carcasses that were resting against their bodies. He wasn't mistaken, for the second that his body struck the cold snow, her petite form struck him on the back and they were rolling. The air was knocked completely out of his lungs and stars ensconced his vision . Sparks of colors rolled before his eyes addling him, but he was gasping softly, slowly, focusing on that breathing. He had to catch his breath, but for a moment he gulped the air slowly, until his boot dug into the snow, he couldn't pick her up, not like this and he wouldn't leave her. He struggled to his knees and tugged her toward the edge of an overhang. One of the bloated carcasses had ruptured and was oozing a foul dark liquid over the snow, but it would mask the marks of their bodies against the snow. His ears were ringing and he began to unwind his fingers from her belt, managing to get one hand free. He listened for the engine of the truck as it roared up the hill, and he shook his shoulders, trying to wake her.

"Damnit! Allie! Open your freaking eyes! Wake up!"

He growled softly in desperation as a loud clanging sound was heard. Loud enough that it shook the silence of the forest and he knew what it was. The tailgate had come loose from the chain and was slamming into the back of the truck. He hissed and his eyes darted around like a caged animal then. He pushed her body toward the thick pile of snow that had filled a small culvert and began to struggle to free his other hand. It wasn't a big drop, maybe two feet, but it was dark, surely.. it wouldn't hurt her, much. Or he hoped..

He heard the tires spin on the truck and the echoing of it slamming into reverse caught his ears, increasing his desperation. He managed to tug his other hand free from the loop of her belt then and he let her go. She fell limply below into the snow and he heard her body hit. He had to be fast, because atop of his head, he saw the headlamps of the truck sweep over the forest ahead, indicating that the truck had swung around. He rolled over onto his back and set his boots to the snow, pushing piles of it off and hopefully on top of her. Waking up with hypothermia was better than whatever they had in mind. Raggedly he was breathing as he turned his head to peer down upon where she was, it looked like just a pile of snow, only a bit of her black boot was sticking out of it, but it could have been mistaken for a limb or something else in the dark.

"Sorry, Allie.." He mumbled and he struggled to his knees then, he captured his chest upon one of the frozen stones there, and pulled himself up to his feet, staggering with dizziness. He pitched forward and knew he had to get as far away from that spot as he could, so they wouldn't look for her there. He rushed forward, staggering, pitching slightly. It literally hurt to breathe at this point, but he pushed through the pain and kept moving .

'Hey! I see him! There he is! Look! Get him, now!'

The voice sounded like it came from far away, but it truly didn't. They were nearly on top of him then, the roaring of the truck's engine catching his ears. He took a hard right and skidded down the edge of an embankment. The loud roaring of the engine rumbled in the darkness above him, but the fall addled him, the weight of dirt and snow coming down atop of him. He heard their boots rushing through the snow and they weren't harmed, he was, and he was exhausted. Yet, the will to survive came in droves and adrenaline caused him to propel himself farther away from where he had left her.

'Find the bitch! This punk here is mine..

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:17 PM

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(LEO. ALESEA. INTRODUCTION.)

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It was a well laid plan of mice and men, mostly of mice, and monsters. They were the mice. He was the monster. All he had to do was bide his time, a few intricate designs here later and viola. Alexander had enough time in this church to plant a few seeds of hatred here and there, having spent time in the confessional, the church felt cozy..admittedly. Sermons were preached, vows were taken, sacrament was passed out. It was the life, because if you wanted to be in the middle of corruption, guiding the lost, and sewing seeds of mistrust, this was the place to be. The other Pastor had met an unfortunate accident and he had been brought in from the diocese. Transferred straight into Middle-Town. He hadn't been here terribly long after all. Just under a month.

Pity. Such a shame about Father Flanagan, his beautiful young daughter was strewn up on that roof. How she had screamed, over and over and over again, praying for God to Help her. For her Father to save her, there was no disgrace in dying a meaningless death. She had served a purpose, one that was well wrought, and perfectly designed. It had served it's purpose, because the police had already blocked the Church itself off, they were calling in medical examiners, the heavy crime squad. He had perfect alibis and he had taken in the weak, the weary, the faint of heart all the day long, since the news had hit the media in perfect tandem, with his constructed wares, the souls had been pouring in.

Tsk. Tsk. What about those stabbings? What a pitiful shame. He'd mention it on his Sunday sermon. The downfall of man. The wickedness in their hearts. Atone. Atone. Atone.

It kept him in the loop of things. In the middle of the religious recantation of circles upon circles of those seeking answers. It helped that Elves were spiritual. Very spiritual. They toiled to their beloved Valar like children coddling safety blankets. Why wouldn't their 'mortal' selves cling to their God in the same fashion? Unassuming as snow in winter. That was his goal. It kept him in the knowing of social standing. He was the face of the Lord, after all. The Dark Lord.

He was preparing for the sign to come. Of the one that would bring him word that it was time to move, that their preparations had not been in vain. He had obtained the proper tools, the skills, the abilities, and the maneuverability to do as he must to cross the planes in existence. Each person here, each soul here, was born to die. Each shadow that traced it's length and ran into the places that only it could go to knew of it's worth, it knew of it's depth, and it knew of its purpose. They grew restless, they grew hungry, they grew ready. He took up the place that he needed to, a prominent name for himself in town.

He waited, he listened, he watched, and he spoke that he had seen or heard nothing, deep within his chambers in pious contemplation, working on his studies, his sermon for the following Sunday. Such a pity he'd said, to have to close a place of worship, and that they wished no more media attention than they had to have. Satanists, they had called it. A gang specialist had been called in to seek out mediation on the crime. Might as well invite the whole force at once and he would have a hero-roast, as it were. No, but, he could bide his time. Poor pathetic lambs, all drawn to the slaughter. Slaughter them he would. Slowly, decisively, with impunity. He smirked. It was all too easy. In retrospect, it wasn't even a challenge.

Until now.

Sulfur burned his nostrils as the striking of a single match against a stone illuminated the features of his face for a moment. He lifted the small flickering orange flame to the end of his cigarette. He waited, impatiently, with a look at the military grade watch on his wrist. What was taking so long?

Everything took so f-cking long here. In fact, he hated this place. He hadn't been sent with an army, but a few select soldiers. Tossed into some wayward dimension of magic and apprised prose with those fish in a barrel. Ignorant Elves. He cracked his neck to the side, sending a loud echo against the stones. He sighed, his breath washing in a steamy wave. He almost didn't even need the soldiers at this point. He just needed the right weapons and time. That's what this game was, but one had been peeking their head out and around. Looking to things they shouldn't. It was his job to smack them back into place. So he would. They were due ten minutes ago. It's ten minutes they didn't have.

"Get the truck. "

His voice was colder than the ice that hanged from the edge of the moss choked stone. Modern weapons. Modern dress. Modern everything. He could deal with the guns, the violence, the town of sheep. Another deep drawl was taken from his cigarette. Smoke curled from his nostrils, along with steam and he flicked the edge of the burning ember into the snow. His heavy boot crushed down atop of it. Over his right shoulder an AK-47 was grasped by the strap. He had the SUV outfitted well with whatever weapons he needed. The layout was the same. The premise was different and the illusion balked the mind. Only, he wasn't the one blind, they were.

Snow kicked up on the road as he dragged his fingers to the edge of the lift. He pulled his muscular body into the seat. Without waiting they spun along the path. It shouldn't be taking this long to lure the boy out of his comfortable home. Or snag the brat sister. Idiots did what they did best. They f-cked up. He had almost expected it. He had anticipated correctly, because when they were on their way down that mountain pass, he spied headlights. In the abysmal night, they were there, and moving. Erratically on the ice and snow. A zig zagging line down the road.

"Idiots.. "

He seethed and gestured with his hand forward. Their own SUV picked up speed. They didn't have time for hunting games. They were already trying his patience with their poaching. It would bring them undue attention, but they needed to kill. The flesh was fresh and it was better than picking off townsfolk. For now. Freaks would be freaks. Appetites of the flesh needed to be sated. Killing a frigging deer now and then, who cared? Ten or twelve and people took notice.

Five more precious minutes and they were on the scene of the discord. Leo Forrest. He couldn't help the grin that crept over his lips. His pearl white teeth glinted in the dim lighting. He snagged an eye patch and threw it on, pulling a hood on over his head. He remembered the boy. He remembered him well, just like he knew his father and his mother. He hadn't had the pleasure of delivering her death blow, but how he wished that he had. He was on the trail of a bigger fish to fry on that particular night. Reaching behind the seat, he pulled out a large rifle as the Sheriff struggled to be free. He set his arm on the edge of the window and took aim with the scope. The headlights on this vehicle were off, because they didn't need them. He certainly didn't, the night vision on the rifle gave him eagle accuracy.

"Four. Three. Two... " He grinned, clicking his tongue against his teeth, "One.. "

He pulled the trigger and a loud -HISSING- sound broke the monotony of the engine's song. The calibrated silencer on the end of the barrel gave him the stealth that he needed. He could break the snow off of a branch without breaking it at least eighty feet. And he hit his mark this time too. He flicked the switch on the side of the gun and automatically another round chambered. He didn't hit him to kill him, just wound him, at least for now. The bullet struck Leo's left calf, throwing him off his rushing balance.

He whistled out a haunting little tune as they continued up the mountain pass. He reached down into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulled out a large handgun. He turned it in his hand and looked at the cartridge in it. The tune was something akin to 'TIME IS ON MY SIDE'

Oh yes it is. Yes. It is. The SUV came to a halt and he popped the door open near where the young Sheriff was floundering, no doubt. His boots sank heavily in the snow and he looked at his quarry. Leo Forrest. What a prize. The son of Trenton Forrest. Prized. Protected. Coveted. He now belonged to him. He whistled a bit louder and jammed the cartridge back into the gun, pulling the hammer back. He stepped calmly toward him, ignoring the blood in the snow as he stepped through it.

Without a second thought, he dropped his heavy timberland hunting boot down on his torso and aimed for his neck. Two shots were taken, silenced hisses emitting from the gun. Not bullets, not this time. It was a tranquilizer. He wouldn't be running again, no escape for his clever self. Fast acting though and enough to take down a bear. It would be awhile before he'd open his eyes. It was when he turned his gaze to the other two buffoons.

"Where's the girl? " He snapped at them with thin patience. Failure was not an option in his company and they would be dealt with.

'She must have ran off, boss. She was in the back with him.'

His gaze narrowed the song gone from his lips then. He bristled, his form seeming to grow bigger, if it were possible. His shoulders squared and he cracked his neck once more. His alert hues washed over the area and he took a deep inhalation of the air. Most mortal females worse that floral scents, especially in this day and age. He listened for any strange noises.

"She's here. She's not far. I can smell her." He tapped his finger against the bridge of his nose, "Find her. Bring her to me. "

He threw the pistol into the chest of one of them, "And sedate her, you morons. Don't come back without her."

He paused as he began to turn and looked over his shoulder at the one that spoke. Reaching into the folds of his black coat, he brandished another pistol and pivoted. Without warning the trigger was pulled and the body of his own help hit the snow face first. Blood spatter was strewn across the snow from the bullet that was put between his eyes.

"No excuses. You know the price of failure. "

Turning, he reached down to grasp onto the tall form of Leo. He grasped him by his arm and dragged him through the snow, smearing the blood along the way. Already the back of the SUV's hatch was open and the seat was rolled down. This left the empty storage compartment beneath the carpet. He grasped onto him hauling him up into the back of the vehicle. Unceremoniously, he shoved him down into the compartment and pitched a blanket over him. Once it was shut and latched, he put the seat back in place. The other two were fumbling around in the snow, looking for the female.

"And clean this shit up! " He snarled at them, looking at the rotting deer carcasses. " We leave no trace. You're running out of time. They might be blind, but they're not stupid. Hurry it up. "

He climbed into the driver's seat then, leaving his right hand man to oversee the production. He had the Sheriff. The rest of this could be cleaned up on a dime. Finally, it was time to put their second strike into action, and it started on this night. There would be no peace in Middle-Town when the sun rose.

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:16 PM

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(LEO. TARA. ALEX. ALESEA. )

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

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Silence does strange things to people. It warps their mind. It triggers the darker parts of their heart. Just like regret. There's no cure for that. Just like worry. What can you do to alleviate worry? What would you pay for five seconds that you could take it all back? What would you give to have just one moment back? He knew the answer.

Anything. He would have given anything. Even his own life. There was nothing as important as the lives of his children. His family. Let them take it all. His fortune, his stature, his title, his land. None of mattered. It amounted to an ash pile in the aftermath of the inferno of destruction that was coming. The hell that he would bring with him.

Voicemail. Tara's. It came over the line time and time again. And it didn't matter. He dialed it again once it clicked on. When he left her, she was at home in the bed. With any manner of luck, she still was. The last thing that he wanted was to wake her from the repose of her slumber. Then again, the last thing he wanted was for her to be in danger. With the final clicking of her phone to voice mail, his thumb ended the call. A click switch of his finger against the steering column and it ended. Silence rushed through his ears. The roaring of the beating of his heart in his ears that he could feel. He'd calculated the proper global positioning satellite coordinates into his navigation system. With one goal in mind; finding his son.

And he would. If it had to move heaven and earth to do it. His white knuckled grip on the steering column and steel focus upon the road in front of him did not falter. He was tense. His muscles ached in his jaw from the hard clenching of his teeth. Anger seethed through him at a slow and steady boil, percolating his blood. He could not help but feel lost on the way. As if the shadows on the side of the road were spewing out the past. The trees looked the same. The same snow fell upon the road. The night was as harrowing. It was as dark. Miles to go and hours before he slept. Simultaneously with the enraged venom in his veins, was a chill. A defined and cold sensation that rolled through him. What if he were too late? Again? What if the last sound he was to hear was the gruff, brutish voice of a kidnapper across a crackled line? What if the last words he spoke to his son were in anger? What if...

He shook his head and shifted his weight in his seat once more, his lips twisting. He wouldn't be too late. Not this time. He couldn't be. His heavy boot pressed the accelerator and he sped rapidly upon the back mountain road. Until he touched tire to gravel and was off the beaten path. He did not slow down, even as the back of the car skidded in the ice. The engine growled like a wild cat and caught traction. Spinning tires, cantered lines, dangerous roads. It did not matter how far or the cost, he would find him. Beyond it all. Five more minutes felt like hours, until he saw the flickering blue lights. The LED scheduled, rhythmic thrums caught his eye. It lit up the entire forest area as if it were a forgotten joyous holiday. He did not slow, until he was on top of the flickering beat. Only then did he shove the car in park and fling his door open.

The moment that his boot hit the thick snow bank, he sank within it. Nearly knee high, but it did not stop his motion. He dredged through it until he reached the edge of the embankment. The freshly falling snow was already covering the tire marks, but when he reached the edge. When he looked down. His heart tripped over itself. No more did he feel the cold, no more did he heed his surroundings. With laser sharp focus he stared at the nose of the black charger that was buried into the trunk of an overly large tree. The metal of the hood was peeled back through the engine compartment. The front tire popped off of the rim and twisted horridly. The door was open and he gasped of the ice cold air. His lungs burned fire with it and he blinked the haze from his eyes. A memory. A haunting nightmare. It arose within his mind and without hesitation, he was over the edge of the bank. An impossibly steep incline sent him skidding upon his haunches. He did not mind the stones or the branches. When he reached the bottom he found the adrenaline to stand and gasped sharply of the bitterly cold air.

He felt as if he had gone blind for a moment as he thrust his tall body forward to the driver's side door of the car. Already, snow was forming a blanket atop of it. Had it not been for the engine that was still sputtering. The heat that was spewing from it. It would have long since covered it. Grasping hold of the door, he tugged it with all of his strength and shifted the growing snow bank away from it. He loathed to see what his heart already knew. What his mind already knew. Leo was not here. He leaned inside of the car and clenched his jaw tighter. His focus streamed upon the back seat then, thrusting that seat forward. Was he there? How had he wrecked? Where had they gone? The passenger seat door was ajar as well. Had he someone with him?

As he began to move backward, his mind scrambling for ground to hold, a faint blinking light caught his attention. The LED screen of his phone was wedged between the console and the seat. He thrust his fingers between the two and began to wrestle with it. The inner compartment of the car was crushed nearly through the dark. Which had separated from the front of the car. Another worry began to form in his mind. Was he mortally wounded? Kidnappers would not seek medical care for hostages, this he knew. He hissed through his tightly clenched teeth until the tips of his fingers grasped the cellular device.

He slowly leaned back and looked at the screen. Sliding his finger across it, the light came on fully. He noted then the smudged blood. The name that pulled up, along with the photo, was one he had nearly forgotten. One he had kept on his desk, but rarely looked at. One that haunted him now. Leo, as a young child, with his mother nearest to him. He towering over the two. His heart lurched and he clutched the device firmly in his hand. Taking a slow step out of the car, he dared a look to the airbag. Smudges of crimson were across it. When he stood from the car, his gaze immediately swept over the area. He noticed the indentations in the fresh snow. It led to the obvious. A muttled mired mess of boot prints and .. he crouched swiftly. His fingers delved to the snow, brushing the soft powder away. Droplets of blood were stained upon it and his heart seized.

Screaming as he wanted to do, would not afford him any good. He wanted to yell his son's name to the trees, in hope for a response. He was not here and he had not ran. He was taken. He was gone. Huffing out an angry snarl through his clenched teeth, he stepped to the passenger side. Who was with him? Surely, it was not Tara. It couldn't have been, he appeased himself. Surely, she was still in the best, warm, blissfully ignorant of the chaos that was unfurling. He would not have wanted it another way. Wrenching this door open, he brushed the snow from the seat and leaned within. The faint lingering scent of floral perfume kissed his senses. A female.

He bent down to sweep his hand over the seat. Had she left anything? A handbag? A cell phone? He slipped his fingers beneath the seat and touched something cold. Hard plastic. He wrenched it free from the wreckage and pulled out the small credit card sleeve. The ID of the young woman did not look familiar to him. Nor did the name. He shoved it into his pocket just the same. Perhaps, they were after her. And not his son. Perhaps, it was she that had brought this trouble upon them. Not his past. It was not even a creature's comfort, this thought. They were both kidnapped and he had an inkling of whom. His sharp hues followed the trail up the side of the path. A body had been dragged and he followed the pathway. Nearly all the way to the top, where he found the obvious. Foot prints disappeared, indicative of a vehicle. He scowled darkly and glanced over his shoulder. None were heading down that mountain's pass. Which meant. They had to go up it.

Miles upon miles of God's country alone existed up there. Wilderness, plain and sure. Animals of the wild and unforgiving terrain. It did not stop him. He swept the snow from around his heavy coat and slipped into his car. The automatic leather seat adjusting to his height without him trying. It was then that his fingers began to ache from the cold and he realized. He still had Leo's cell phone clutched within his hand. His lips twisted into a frown. He slipped it into the breast pocket of his shirt and began up the hill. If anyone had traveled this way, he would find them, and may mercy find them before he did. For if it did not, they would learn the true meaning of wrath. They would learn that anyway. Sooner, rather than the later.

He hit the button on his steering column and the sound of digits being dialed came over the speakers. A gruff man's voice answered, rough in the articulation of syllables. Almost a growl at this hour of morning, a sigh away from dawn.

"I need your help.... "

His voice trailed off, a knot forming within his throat. His gaze stung bitterly as he searched the road for any signs to indicate turns or other movements. He did not identify himself to the man on the other end. Shuffling was heard, of someone obviously sitting up from bed. His accent was thicker. It sounded almost Romanian, perhaps Czechoslovakian.

'What do you need?' The rough tone asked without hesitation.

"My son. Someone has taken him. In the woods. I am going to send you the coordinates of the wreck. I need someone who can track them. "

Rustling noises filled his ears. The male on the other end was already up and moving about, obviously.

' I am on my way. I will contact the others.'

He did not thank him, not yet, but his voice was strained as he ended the call. With a few clicks of a button, he sent the coordinates of Leo's charger to the man. And he spun his tires trailing up the mountain's pass. There was not much farther for them to go. If they were on this mountain, he would find them. Hell hath no fury like a Forrest scorned. He was beyond scorned. He was seething with rage. Leaning forward, he narrowed his eyes slightly. Flashes of white lights. Akin to headlamps were seen further up. The snow helped reflect the prismatic and broken light. He pushed the accelerator to reach that destination. No one should have been out here this late at night. And if they did happen to be an innocent by stander. They were, by far, going to wish that they weren't in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:16 PM

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(TRENTON. MENTION OF LEO)

"God. Forsaken. Snow."

His voice growled as the back tires of his SUV slid down the side of the small mountain trail, his knuckles white upon the steering wheel. Traveling in this machines gave him ideas for new and improved methods of torture. One thing he could say about this place, in this time, was that their war machines were far more endowed with power than his. Bigger toys to play with and thousands of places to hide. The modern age that they were thrust into, well, it was a field of ripe strawberries, and he was the harvester.

He liked that. Even the thought of it caused the edge of his lip to curl over his white teeth in a glinting sardonic grin. Too many fish, not enough bullets, but all the time in the world to reload. Tick. Tock. He didn't turn the radio on. He didn't need the noise, it dulled his senses, and he needed them keen. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering though. On how easy this all was, he almost wanted more of a challenge. Almost. He was growing bored. There were those int his town that they were supposed to watch and not touch. And he was sick of it. That's why those simpering blind Dwarves were attacked. Random acts of violence didn't happen in this sleepy little town. At least it hadn't, from what he had heard through gossip and rumors for a long time.

He didn't know the entire line of memories that were implanted in their ignorant little heads, he didn't care. All that he knew was that they were blind. They didn't remember who he was or why he was here. Or why they would die. Maybe, he could have let them live in peace for the rest of their lives. All the while Arda would be handed over to his Master. That was his job, but he couldn't help but having a little fun. Now could he?

Pathetic piss ants. That's what they were, twisting, turning, coiling around each other. Imperceptive, the right corner of his mouth tugged into a sneer. Disgusting meat sacks that had no idea what it meant to live, what it meant to die, or what was awaiting them when they did. He was on the hunt. The mind it was a terrible thing to waste and it was wasted on most of the people that moved past him. Worried about this or that, cell phones, medications, appointments, dead lines, lovers, haters, oh, they brewed the perfect concoction for mayhem and disaster, only they didn't know it. Go to Church on Sunday morning, Hell catch the evening service, and pretend to be a Saint. It didn't matter to him, it wouldn't save your soul. It wouldn't bring you peace, it wouldn't guarantee Salvation. Oh fear the demons! Oh fear them, save your eternal soul.

Their Eru. Their God. They wouldn't hear them here. No one to sound the alarm or weave the beacon of hope. The highest of magic users of Middle Earth were here, trapped. So was something else though. Something that he needed, something that he wanted. Something that his Master had to have. He would find it if he had to break every neck in this town and then sort through the remnants of the debris. After all, he didn't understand anyway why he couldn't just kill them anyway? Why he had to play the game. Rules were rules and they needed to stall, but he hated that.

With a flickering gaze in the rear view mirror, he looked to the back of his SUV. No movement came from there and he only smirked dryly. He might as well have a little fun though. There were a few of them, that weren't satisfied with their every day life. That felt something bigger existed out there. Maybe, just maybe, they had a notion that they weren't supposed to be here. That's where his focus was tonight. On those select few.

The ride down the side of the mountain wasn't an easy one. He whistled softly between clenched teeth and swung the car over the road when he saw a pot hole. He made sure to hit it at a full clip. He did this to make sure that the unconscious Sheriff in the back might feel like he was truly put through the wringer. Though, he would do that soon enough. Hands on. He remembered the boy, even if he didn't know him. Not so little anymore, but it didn't matter. He was the epitome of the monster under his bed.

The song slipped from his lips, silencing as he saw a pair of headlights sweeping light over the darkness. Someone was making their way up this hillside. He gave a glance to the sky and his lip twitched. Reaching down, he fastened his seat belt with an audible click. Popping the console open, he pulled out a handgun, slipping it beneath his upper thigh. He was presentable enough, should it be an officer of the law.

He slowed his speed and put his hazard lights on as he slowly inched down the snow laden pathway then. Flipping the radio on, it was playing some late night soft, soothing type music. The radio belted out something about faith in the storm, not that he cared for the lyrics. One must always be prepared to keep up appearances. He tugged the holy book from the console and laid it on the passenger seat, easily in view.

It didn't take long either. That car was speeding rapidly up the hill and he soon realized, it was no peace officer of the law. No, it was someone else entirely. The modernized luxury sedan handled the ice well, he'd give it that. Pulling the larger black vehicle to the side, he didn't give him enough room to pass. Though, it didn't seem to be on purpose. After all his vehicle was a lot larger and this road was a one lane, small passageway. He slowly shoved his vehicle into park and paused to roll down his window, laying his large thigh over the gun to conceal it, his palm resting atop of his leg.

As he squinted against the lights, which truly wasn't necessary, he paused, then spoke up.

"Excuse me, are you lost...?" 

He gave a glance to his rear view mirror then looked at the other car that was now stopped before him. He knew that vehicle well. Trenton freaking Forrest. His lips almost curled into a wry grin, but it was more of a smile of gladness. If it were at all possible.

"Ah! Mr. Forrest. I didn't recognize your vehicle, right away. It must be from staring at the snow for too long."

 He gestured his hand friendly like, motioning behind him, "I wouldn't try to take your car too far up that way. Those drifts nearly come up to my hood. I was hoping to make it to town before dawn. "

He chuckled softly then, "I didn't want to be snowed in for weeks in my hunting lodge. What a tragedy that would be!"

As he studied him, he paused for a second, the smile fading from his lips, "What brings you out on this arctic evening? Is everything alright..?"

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:15 PM

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WHY DOES ONE DEATH MATTER AGAINST SO MANY? BECAUSE THERE IS GOOD AND THERE IS EVIL, AND EVIL MUST BE PUNISHED. EVEN IN THE FACE OF ARMAGEDDON I SHALL NOT COMPROMISE IN THIS. BUT THERE ARE SO MANY DESERVING OF RETRIBUTION ... AND THERE IS SO LITTLE TIME

Headlights in the snow. They shod through the darkness, splitting the night. He bristled at the sight, his blood running cold. Something was amiss about them. What self respecting person would be out at this hour, in these frigid conditions? The answer was clear. A man on a mission. Or one with a vendetta. He knew which that he was; it was still to be determined on the other.

He did not slow his acceleration up the side of the steep incline. Rhythmic yellow flashing of caution lights flickered over the white landscape. To and fro. Back and forth. Caution. Caution. His blood churned with lava, but so hot it was nearly as frigid as the ice outside of the windshield. He reached down and hit the steering column, a chiming sound of bells echoing throughout the stereo system.

"Call Edward. "

His voice was stoic, even keeled. He waited, for the dial tone to pick up, then the phone rang. Also rhythmically. After the third thrill of the sound. A groggy sounding voice picked up.

'HELLO..?'

"Edward. It's me.. " His voice was strained as he struggled to not sound distressed to one of his eldest friends. "I don't have time to cushion this, so you need to listen. "

He sighed, there was no time, even if he needed a moment to prepare.

"Leo is missing. He called me on the phone, but all I got was the tail end of an attack, then static. I found his car on Little Mountain Road nose deep into a tree. I'm heading up the road now. Nothing is a coincidence, Ed. Make sure your family is safe. I wanted to give you a head's up.. "

He didn't ask him for help. There was little danger that he would put his old friend in, but he wanted him to be aware. For his family was also involved in the first string of violence. He didn't speak more than that, he didn't have time.

"I have to go. There's lights up ahead. Watch out for the kids.." It was a fair warning; the least that he could do. He hit the button, ending the call, and narrowed his eyes against the brighter lights.

The large black sports utility vehicle blocked the one lane road. Intentionally or not, it mattered little. The brakes were slowly applied and the car pressed into park.

He sat for a minute and stared at the front of the vehicle, calculating. Waiting. The night was quieter than normal and faintly colder than it should be. Instinctively, he knew the truth, this was who he was looking for. So he prepared, he had to. The cretin was not the only one with a perchance for violence. Or a history of it. One warrior knew another, instinctively. One battle worn soul was able to look into the eyes of another soldier and recognize the blood behind the gaze.

The monster behind the mask. He slipped his fingers into the folds of his winter coat. The colt python slipped in between his fingers. His door swung open, expectantly, and he rose behind it slowly. Waiting. Watching. His gaze swept to the window of the other as it rolled down and he listened. The rushing of icy water below struck the rocks and his heart slowed it's gait. His breathing was even and a familiar voice broke the bone chilling silence of the darkness.

'EXCUSE ME.. ARE YOU LOST..?'

Gruff, recognizable tone. Southern articulation. Not borne of these parts. It registered immediately in his mind, for they were not native to these lands. The dialect of the tone was not the same.

"Are you..? " He stated flatly to him, stepping a titch of a movement to the right of his car door.

The boorish man inside of the SUV chanced a glance to the rear view mirror. Recognition washed his features, then pleasantries ensued. The town pastor. Shepard of the flock. Prowess of irritating demeanor that rubbed him the wrong way, flitted over his features. It reached his eyes. He'd never liked this one, from the moment he'd been introduced into the township as any sort of authority figure. He'd stood against it, but with the death of the other pastor's daughter, what must be done, must be done. He was making small talk, about the snow, staring at it for too long. He motioned to the road behind him, discouraging him from going up that way.

"You've been the only car on this road tonight then..? "

He asked him suddenly, interrupting his speech. He stared at him evenly, because from the way he was talking, there hadn't been a soul up this way. Except the two of them. From his hunting lodge to the pass he had just came up. There was no reason for Leo to be up this far, unless he was after someone. This late at night. He was no fool. Nor would he be fooled by the niceties of a friendly smile.

"I don't need a reason to be on my own land, any hour that I choose. You, however do. Town pastor or not. You're trespassing. This is private property. "

The challenge lines were drawn clearly in the snow. He stood now at the edge of his door, watching him. One car blocking the other, effectively. Silence fell between them. Save the humming of their engines and the swishing of windshield wipers.

".. But. I'm willing to overlook that. Considering you are an upstanding member of the community. I heard over the police scanner that there was an accident on this road. Survivors sent out an S.O.S.... "

Steadily, his gaze rose to the good Pastor sitting across the way from him.

"Since it is just the two of us on this road. You haven't seen or heard anything, have you...? "

A soldier always could recognize and define another by the lust for blood behind their eyes. No matter the generosity or kindness of a masked smile. It was always there. Waiting. Lingering. Haunting them. It did not fade with the passage of time. The ability to kill, the capacity to wound; to dominate. It did not heal with time. Some instincts, once learned .. would forever remain.

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:15 PM

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Not even the feel of the loaded Glock 19 pressing against her hip could dispel the uneasy feeling roiling in the pit of Adele's stomach. The overly white, sterile hospital corridors suddenly seemed dangerous to her. There were no shadows, but there were corners. She warily paused as she approached each one, glancing carefully around it to make sure that no one lurked to ambush her.

For what reason? What reason would anyone have to accost hospital staff? None that Adele knew of, but she was more a creature of instinct than she'd wanted to acknowledge - a woman who harbored a depth of sixth-sense that had been deeply seeded into her being at a young age, when her world had shattered. Security was an illusion. Life was fragile. Tragedy would strike in an instant - at the good, the wicked, the innocent. Adele, more than most, know that all too well. She lived a life haunted by the unshakable knowledge that she existed on the edge of a knife, and the recent series of criminal calamities in Middletown had quickened the sting of winter's chill in her soul.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. All her senses roared to life. Colors seemed brighter, burning her eyes. The distant squeak of gurney wheels on the other side of the hospital made Adele suddenly turn her head, listening. The buzz of fluorescent lighting overhead was heavier. Sounds were louder, clearer. Her breath came short, sharp. Chemical smells of cleaners and solvents stung her nostrils. Her own near-silent footfalls on the polished floor were not silent enough. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Like a skittish deer making its way through a forest that was too quiet, Adele was ready to run.

Whether anyone had a bone to pick with the doctors and nurses at Guardian Angels or not, someone had tried to kill her three patients the night before. If she wanted a tangible reason to worry, then she had it. The murderer might come back to finish the job.

Adele cautiously approached the front desk area - a tidy space with a plain burgundy office chair that was currently unoccupied. On the dark wooden desk sat a multi-line cream-colored phone that looked like it had been around since 1980, at least. But what caught Adele's attention was the blinking red light on Line Four.

Milah had already gone home for the day. There were two nurses in the hospital at that moment - Ava and Ana, whom Adele generally referred to as the Gossip Twins due to their propensity to discuss everything about everyone with anyone who would listen. Ava was in the lab, running tests on bloodwork from one of the patients. Ana had been cleaning - the squeak of gurney wheels Adele had heard a few moments before was easily attributable to her, and it proved that Ana was doing her job.

Nobody should have been on the phone. Line Four or otherwise.

Glancing furtively around the empty corridors once more, Adele slipped around the desk and quietly gripped the handset, her forefinger poised over the red-lighted Line Four button. Drawing a breath, she simultaneously lifted the handset and pressed the button. Covering the mouthpiece with her palm, she lifted the handset to her ear.

She heard the voice before the phone touched her ear - a deep, unfamiliar male voice. Prickles ran up and down the back of her neck as she strained to listen.

"...have run out of time."

The line went dead.

Adrenaline poured like acid through Adele's veins, and her chest constricted as she immediately hung up on the harsh humming tone - so that the Line Four button wouldn't continue glowing and alert the mystery caller to an eavesdropper.

Could it have been the latter part of an innocuous conversation? Paranoid as she felt at that moment, Adele wasn't inclined to take chances by dwelling on the benefit of the doubt. Wiping her clammy palm against her white coat, Adele backed deeper into the front office area, glancing furtively around the empty hallways while her mind raced. Telephones were located in nearly every accessible location around the hospital. There was no way to pinpoint where the call had been made - or if an intruder was inside the hospital at that very moment.

Or, wait. Beneath a sheen of cold sweat, her brow furrowed. Was this the day her father had scheduled a maintenance man to look at the malfunctioning water heater in the utility room? Frowning, Adele stepped toward the well-organized desk and picked up the appointment book, rifling hastily through the pages. She had just reached the month of November when jangled music erupted from her pocket.

Dark piano notes, accompanied by horns and female choral vocals, made Adele leap sideways - and crash right into the desk. Sharp wooden edges dug into her thigh and hip.

"AHH!" she yelped, scrambling for her gun before she recognized the ringtone she'd chosen for her father. Chagrined and irritated, and irrationally annoyed with herself for a long-standing joke she'd had with her Dad - because when he wore dark sunglasses, he bore a strong resemblance to Agent Smith, which prompted her to choose the Matrix theme for her ringtone - Adele left her gun alone and dug the phone out of her pocket, already making a mental note to change the ringtone to a friendlier tune. She pressed the button.

"Dad?"

"Adele." His voice sounded so gravely serious that her body temperature instantly dropped twenty degrees. She clutched the phone.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Where are you?"

"At the hospital, why?"

"I'm on my way. Do you have your gun?"

Her eyes widened. "Um, yes..."

A note of worry crept into his iron military tone. "Did anything happen?"

"No... no, but one of our patients is missing..."

"Which one?"

"Brad."

"Okay. Not important. Listen, I want you to lock down the hospital. Nobody in or out."

Adele's gaze flew to the desk phone; already she had forgotten about the strange phone call on Line Four. "What?! Why?"

"No time to explain. Stay away from the doors and windows."

Adele twisted out from behind the desk and broke into a run, heading for the keypad that operated the central alarm system. "Okay, I'm already doing it. Dad, you're scaring me. What happened?"

"Trenton Forrest called me." Adele shifted the phone to her shoulder and pinned it with her cheek as she flipped open the keypad's outer covering and tapped the security code into the control panel buttons, listening intently to her father. "His son Leo was in a car accident, but Trent doesn't think it was an accident."

Adele gasped and reeled as if she'd been punched in the gut, her knees weakening as the world spun out of control. She sank against the wall. "Leo?!" she echoed, faintly. "No... no no... is he...?"

"He's missing. Trenton is on his way to find him."

Adele's breath came short, and she gripped the phone with both hands, her heart suddenly pounding in terror. Her eyes welled with tears.

"Adele?! Adele, are you there?"

"Yeah," she rasped shakily, blinking. "Yeah, Dad... I'm here. Where... was... the accident?"

"Not close to you. Don't worry."

A sudden surge of irrational anger overpowered her anguish. Her eyes flared as she choked back a sob and tightened her grip on the phone. "Dad. Where was it?"

"Little Mountain Road. Not close..."

"Oh my God, Dad..." One trembling hand left the phone and pressed over her nose and mouth. She couldn't breathe. Nightmare visions assailed her... of blood in the snow, of deployed airbags, of shattered glass, of Leo Forrest lying face-down in a snowbank... "Dad... Dad... you have to help him. You have to..."

"No, Adele...no. Trent has the situation under control. I need you to protect the staff and the patients."

Adele wasn't fooled; her father wasn't completely sure that Trent could handle it. Her throat constricted. There was no way in hell she could convince her father to go up the mountain while she was at the hospital, and she knew it.

"Adele? Adele, listen to me. I'm five minutes away. I'm coming as fast as I can..."

She knew that was true. She could hear his car engine revving hard, and she knew that he was pushing the speed limit - on icy, dangerous roads. "Oh Dad... be careful, Dad..."

"Don't you worry about me. I'll be right there. Go round up the nurses and secure them in the interior break room. Got it?"

"Yeah." She gulped, forcing herself to think. "Yeah. I'll do that. Drive safely..."

"Right." He punched off the line.

For a second Adele remained against the wall, paralyzed with shock and disbelief. Leo. All she could think of was Leo. Oh, if she lost him... no, she couldn't dwell on that. She had to reach him...

And so did her father.

She shoved away from the wall and pressed the button to arm the security system. Slamming the cover shut, she bolted down the linoleum hallway, stuffing her phone back into her pocket. Ana had just emerged from one of the rooms with a bucket and a mop as Adele rushed up to her, and Ana looked up, startled.

"Adele...?"

"Ana," Adele gasped breathlessly. "Get Ava... out of the lab. Is... anyone else here?"

"Um, yeah... the maintenance guy..."

"Get him too," Adele cut her off. "Everyone in the breakroom... until further notice. It's a matter of life... and death."

Ana stared at her suspiciously. "Okay..."

"Hurry," Adele insisted. "Promise me..."

A loud alarm tone wailed through the halls. Both women jumped, and Ana's eyes widened. Adele instantly drew her Glock and poised it upright against her shoulder, and Ana's eyes got even bigger at the sight of the gun.

"Ana!" snapped Adele over the siren.

"Yeah... yeah... okay!" Ana dropped the bucket with a splash, and the mop slammed to the floor as the nurse took off running for the lab.

"Barricade them in!" Adele shouted after her. "Don't come out until I give you the all-clear!"

Determination to protect the inhabitants of the hospital changed everything. Her heart thudded in her chest and straight into her head, all her senses were heightened to a painful degree, and Adele pressed her back against the wall as she cautiously rounded the corner and approached the alarm keypad. A light was blinking near one of the front doors.

Adele gripped the slide on top of the gun and rammed it back and forth, her dark eyes on the windows as she slipped past the keypad and eased closer to the entryway. Forcing her breathing into a slow exhale, Adele peered slowly around the corner...

Officer Harry was standing at the door, his youthful face pressed against the glass and his hands cupped around his eyes. His breath fogged up the glass as he rapped again and stared inside the hospital, his voice muffled by the door as he called for someone.

"What, are you guys closed? Hospitals can't close! Hello!"

Adele retreated around the corner and sighed, relief causing her body to go weak for a moment as she leaned against the wall. She pressed her fingertip against a small button, and when the clip released from her gun, she pocketed it. She racked the slide once more, and a bullet flew free and clattered to the floor. Adele kicked it aside with her boot toe and holstered the gun, then turned the corner and quickly pushed the door open. A swirl of snowflakes and a blast of cold wintry air rushed into her face.

"Officer? What are you doing here?"

"Um..." The redheaded policeman cast a sheepish gaze to the ground. "I uh... I lost my phone when my chair was... er... I mean... never mind. I was hoping to look for it in the..."

Adele's temper roared past the boiling point, and her eyes flashed. "Wait right here," she snapped, and she whirled away from him and darted into the hospital again. In a moment she was back with a red-orange First Responder bag and her heavy winter coat slung over her shoulder, and she'd armed the system again. She barged out of the door so forcefully that Officer Harry had to back up a few steps, blinking at her.

"Where's my phone?" he wondered as she let the door close.

Adele seized his elbow in a vice grip and steered him towards his car. "Forget your stupid phone. Get back in your car and drive."

She refused to say more in the open air. Her sharp gaze swept the area for any signs of lurkers or anything else that might have been out of place while Harry yanked his elbow free and stared at her, torn between being offended and protesting that he really, truly needed his phone. Two seconds later, Adele arrived at his car, and her eyes slashed back to him.

"I said, get in and drive!"

Harry finally moved. He unlocked his car, and Adele tossed her bag in the backseat and slammed the door before taking her place in the front seat. She closed the door and buckled her seatbelt as Harry keyed the ignition.

"Take us to Little Mountain Road," said Adele more evenly, a determinedly professional veneer covering her chaotic emotions. "There's been an accident. Sheriff Forrest's car hit a tree... I don't know anything more than that."

Harry threw the car into reverse and stared at her with wide eyes, and his jaw dropped. "Leo?"

Adele swallowed the thick knot in her throat and nodded once. "Yeah. You'll have to drive fast, even in these icy conditions. Can you do that?"

Harry backed out of the parking space, jolted the car into drive, and stepped on the gas. The car lurched forward with a satisfying skid, which Harry handled nicely. They skated out of the hospital lot, and Adele glanced over her shoulder. She could have sworn that she saw her father's car in the distance, speeding hastily towards the hospital.

She settled back into her seat, her mind racing. She had only a few minutes. Her father's actions would be predictable. He'd go into the hospital, coax the nurses out of the barricaded breakroom, and discover that Adele wasn't among them. Right about that time, two things would happen. Adele would get a phone call, and the hospital would be locked down again as Edward Nightingale chased up the mountain after her.

Trenton Forrest would have his backup.

It was a daring plan, and her heart was pounding so hard that she thought it might bruise from the repeated heavy impacts against her chest. Her mouth dry, she shifted in her seat as she spoke again.

"Officer, I don't want to worry you, but... for safety's sake... I have a handgun, okay? I'm going to put the clip back in, but I promise, I won't hurt you." Harry's hands tightened on the wheel in reaction to that piece of news, but he nodded shortly, never taking his eyes from the white road. Only then did Adele lean to one side and ease the Glock out of its holster, retrieving the clip and sliding it into place.

She replaced the weapon and pulled out her phone next, staring at it. Who knew what danger they were driving into? Her father would be a rare kind of furious with her, but Adele was so sick with worry over Leo that it didn't matter. What of Trenton Forrest? She wondered if they would find him near the wreck, searching for his son. Adele silently swore that she would help him turn the woods upside down if she had to. Her mind reeled with too many ugly possibilities. Maybe Leo, dazed from smashing his car into a tree, had wandered away - injured and disoriented, not thinking clearly - and had collapsed somewhere, far from the crash site, with the blizzard snows covering his tracks...

Tears blurred her gaze, and she quickly shook her head and focused on her phone, dashing a wet track from her cheek. She had to be strong. There was no time to cry - not until Leo was safe again, safe and warm and recovering from whatever ordeal he'd been through. She sent a silent plea heavenward.

Oh God, please let him be okay. Please...

And then, to Leo: Hold on, Leo. I'm coming as fast as I can.

Then, back to God: Please, don't take him away. He's one of Your angels, but we need him down here... We need him more than You do. I need him... I only just met him. Please don't take him away...

She swiped another tear from her cheek as her inner dialogue continued, mingled with possible scenarios and hasty reviews of what she would do when she encountered those situations. Biting her lower lip, she tapped her numerical code into the phone and unlocked it, and then she distracted herself by changing her father's Matrix ringtone to the acoustic version of Nickelback's Savin' Me.

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Two cars in the snow faced off with one another, the headlights from the newer jaguar swept over the front of his truck, and he waited, with baited breath. He didn't turn off his engine, he didn't do anything but settle the gun closer under his thick thigh. And wait. He waited, watching the other in the car who took his time getting out. It smelled like trouble. He loved trouble, he could take it and twist it to what he wanted it to be. Violence.

Finally, the door of the other swung open, and he rolled down his window slowly. His fingertips flinched upon the hilt of the gun and he lifted it, settling it upon his upper leg. He rolled the barrel toward the door, to where the man was standing, it'd be enough to drop him. He just wanted a reason. They were both tense, shoulders rising heavily, but pleasantries did flow forth. He decided to be nice, this time, and have a little fun.

He asked him if he was lost and the immediate bristling tone from the man across from him caused amusement to twinkle in his eyes.

"Naw. I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am and where I'm going, friend. "

Trenton Forrest. Trouble in disguise. He knew him well, because his 'boss' was always on the look out for him. Incessant ants of the decaying world they came from. The do-gooders of society. Only, he was lost, wasn't he? Well not Azog, but the blind man looking at him. He didn't know what happened to his precious Middle-Earth while he played cat and mouse in a nightmare. With a pastor on a curiously dark mountain road. Alexander knew one thing, he sure as hell wasn't the mouse. He was the cat and that caused a toothy grin to tug the edges of his lips, even as the powerful man took a step to the right of his door.

"I'm not looking for any trouble, friend. I'm just trying to get home. On a night like this, that's where we all should be. "

The two didn't like each other, he remembered the town council. Forrest was one of the few that stood up in opposition against him taking over the role at the Church. He had reason to worry, even if Alexander had never given them reason to doubt him. He was just a lonely shepherd in search of his flock. Or something like that. Small talk was made on one side only.

Trenton Forrest was a man on a mission, a man looking for his son. Amusement could only be hidden by the dark lighting of the moonless, snowy night. He appeared deeply concerned and the facade continued as he asked if he had been the only car on this road tonight. He shrugged a little, leaning leisurely against the door.

"Probably not. " He answered him with a dry tone. After all the other man was being rude, " I'm not exactly an employee of the highway department, Mr. Forrest. I can tell you that I haven't seen another car, except yours, on this road tonight. Should I have..? "

His tone was dry, curt, and to the point, "What are you up here looking for, exactly? "

It was pointed out to him that he was trespassing and he quirked both brows upright. Offense slid over his features, "Trespassing? My hunting lodge is up here, SIR. The only road that goes to it happens to run right through your land. That's not my fault, is it? Last time I checked, a street was a street and wasn't owned by nobody but the local government. I have every right to be here. Just. Like. You. "

Tension hanged in the air. He rushed his hand outward in a gesture of dismissal, "I'm willing to overlook this little disagreement too. No harm. No foul. No REASON to be nasty, is there?"

Trenton Forrest accusingly stared at him, making mention of a wreck on the police scanner. No emotion reached his eyes or touched his expression. Stupid idiots! Internally, he cursed them, they weren't worth the sack of flesh that carried their piss ant brains around! They actually let the Sheriff, gave him time to, send out a call for help. Another mess that he'd be cleaning up no doubt. Another mess that he'd have to, because he couldn't afford to blow his cover. Not yet anyway and so he chewed over his next statement mentally. He didn't have the time to waste either, because he knew the cargo that he was carrying.

"That's unfortunate. I haven't seen a wreck. Did you call the Sheriff? "

When Forrest made mention of it just being the two of them on this road, a faint smile flickered over his lips. Was that a threat? Surely, not. It couldn't be that this stuck up, blue blooded, Iluvatar bastard was threatening HIM, could it? He drummed the tips of his fingers on his left hand against the side of his door. The right hand grasped the gun firmer, turning it toward where Trenton was standing. Hidden from view, of course.

"Mr. Forrest. The only disturbance on this road tonight has been the misunderstanding we're having right now. I haven't heard so much as a squirrel fart up here all night long."

His lips turned into a less threatening smile. "I'll agree with you though, it's just you and me on this road. "

Alone. He entertained how easily he could have shot him between the eyes. Right in that second, in fact he wanted to. He stroked the trigger of the gun, salivating at the possibility. He stared at him long and hard, counting the beats of his heart.

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven. BREATHE.

Slam the car into drive, shove him over the edge. Lop off his pretty Elven head. Hang him from a tree.

Eight.Nine.Ten.Eleven.Twelve.Thirteen.Fourteen. BREATHE.

Lock him away. Break his bones. One by one by one. Nobody would know. His precious woods couldn't speak. Not here. Nobody would know. Nobody but him. What a pretty pretty prize for the Master.

One.Two.Three...

He cracked his neck slightly with a sigh, moistening his lips. Slowly, he exhaled sending a steaming fog to rush ahead of him.

"Now, if you'd like. I don't mind to help you look for them. Did they say where the wreck was? It's a pretty big road, after all.. "

He didn't have time for this. He had places to be and he told the man across the way this by revving his engine slightly. 

"If not. I'd like to pass you by without any trouble. I would like to get home before we're snowed in up here. "

His tone was lower, more focused, his jaw tight. Irritation was something that he didn't deal with too well and this pompous, arrogant man was climbing all over his last nerve.

"I might like you, Mr. Forrest, but I have no intention of spending the night with you. This blizzard isn't letting up. If there was a wreck, I have a cell phone. We can call the cops, that's their job after all. We both have families. I'd like to make it home to mine tonight. "

He stared at him silently for a long long moment.

"Wouldn't you..?"

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:13 PM

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'I'm not looking for any trouble, friend. I'm just trying to get home..'

The cold digits of his right hand curled around the metal frame. Tension tightening his shoulders, then smoothing away. He wasn't looking for trouble. Had it not been so tragic, it would have been laughable, because he had found it. Without an answer that pleased him, neither man would be making it home on this night. It was clearly evident as was the undeniable truth. He knew the man in the SUV was a liar. He could feel the venom hanging off of each syllable, hidden under the niceties of congeniality.

The town council was just the beginning of the hatred between them. Of the bad blood. One could only hope a slip of the lip would give him away. Both looked for a reason to pounce upon the weakness of the other. The difference would be realized all too soon. As for the turning of the ages, he had done his research on the miser behind the wheel of the sports utility vehicle. There was no record on this pastor. He had a son, a troublesome, vile creature. Like father like son.

Trespassing was mentioned, for it was truth. The land was his, the roadway belonged to the county department. He said that he had every right to be here. Just like Trenton did. He was wrong. The trees had a right to be here, the creatures that lived within them, the snow that fell upon the land. A blemish upon the beauty of the landscape did not, a blemish upon the sacred peace of this forest, did not. Alexander did not, it was truth. One that would be realized before too long. There was every reason to be nasty, to have ill will between the two of them. He looked for the biggest reason studiously.

Something was amiss. He felt it within the depths of his bones. The preacher behind the wheel was hiding something and his patience was wearing thin. From the looks of the wrecked charger against the tree; he didn't have time for this. Mention of the wreck was mentioned, mention of calling the Sheriff batted by the oppressor.

There it was, he saw it within the glint of a have smile. The sheen of knowing within the depths of the other one's eyes. He knew more than he was saying and it was enough. More than enough. Words were uttered to try to smooth it over, but it was too late. The engine of the SUV revved and he sighed.

Tension crackled in the air, sparking definitively, but he would not be swayed from his course. He straightened his shoulders and stepped around the side of the door of his car. The tips of his fingers slid down into the folds of his inner coat pocket. Time was up. Threat was issued. He had a family to get home to. Trenton should return home to his own. Only, his family was strewn about. Threatened. In danger and he had an inkling as to why.

"Tell me. " He started slowly, looking upon Alexander's features, "What kind of Father leaves his son alone in the hospital, unconscious? To hunt? "

He knew the answer. A father that had a vendetta against the person that put him in the hospital to begin with. His son, Leo. He was no fool, he understood the blood oath to vengeance. He understood the depths that a father would go through to avenge his son. Even against such a simple thing as an accident.

So here they were, both looking at one another. Each wanting the challenge, but wishing not the adversity. Only, he had no qualms about it. Two soldiers that could not forget a war between their blood quite a long time ago. He stared at him evenly from across the way.

"I know what my quarry would be." He began slowly, deepening hues lifting to study the man behind the wheel. "I'd be looking for blood. A hunter kills for the satisfaction on a night like this. Not for sustenance, not for sport, but for revenge. Isn't that right, Father?"

The last word was spat toward him, venom rolling slowly from his tongue. Like a rumble of thunder upon the clouds of snow that washed the mountain side. The faint noise ricocheted off of the stony crevices and crags, a low growl from mother nature herself. It mimicked the same dissatisfaction that was burning in his very own heart; within his soul.

"A man only comes up here on a mission. For revenge. He lures out his prey and strikes them down at their most vulnerable. I know. You aren't the only Father hunting for justice upon this desolate road. Accidents do happen. Every single day. It's an unfortunate truth."

The engine of his sports utility vehicle was rumbling with as much tension as they clearly felt. Only he was calm. Too calm. He knew what it was that he had to do.

"I'm afraid that I can't let you pass. Not without clearing a few things up, first. You see. I know what it was that I'd do, if I were in your position. "

His fingers thrummed the edge of the cold metal of his car and he let the silence hang in the air, for just a moment more.

"If our roles were reversed. If it were YOUR son that had been responsible for putting my son into coma. I'd want to be there when whatever unfortunate accident were to befall him. That's how this works, isn't it? Eye for an eye. Blood for blood?"

He sighed softly, motioning his hand outward, "Or that's what I've come to understand. The view of the whole of our world, right? Out here in the wilderness, there's no justice, except primal urges. What goes around, will eventually come back around."

He stared at him easily from atop of his door. "Isn't your son still in the hospital? Recovering well, or so I've heard. Hospitals make mistakes. Every single day. Lawsuits by the dozen. While we're up here discussing the philosophies of life, one of those very mistakes could be happening at this moment. We have no way of knowing."

He turned his hand within his coat, grasping the hilt of the hidden weapon. "Do we?"

His point was made, clearly, but he evened out his tone. His gaze steadily holding his adversary's own from across the way.

"Step out of your vehicle with your weapon visible, Mr. Orton. We don't want another unfortunate accident on this desolate road tonight. "

He challenged him, now he would see what his ante would be. Either way, it would be over soon. This little confrontation, this little rift.

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Jan 26th 2024 - 8:13 PM

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SEVENTEEN MINUTES, FORTH-TWO SECONDS. That was how long it took for Harold to get to her house. In that time, she'd recovered, started crying again, recovered, listened to the voicemail again, (tearfully) forwarded it to the station's voicemail for evidence, remembered her gear (and as she strapped up, she considered maybe it was a good thing she had the time to remember),  loaded up and chugged a whole glass of water. When the 15 minutes were up, she gave him another minute or two of doubt, then started heading out.  There was a pause once she opened up the front door, the arctic air practically smacking her in the face, stunning her for a split second. Determined, she stepped out the front door and pulled it closed behind her before fumbling with her keys to lock up. It was while she did so with hands that were already starting to shiver that his high beams swept across the front of her house  when he made the turn and pulled into her driveway. 'Atta' boy Harold.' She silently praised and quickly (but carefully) rushed to the passenger side of the car. 

Once she was in, she shook off whatever snow had fallen on her shoulders and head on the way. "What's the status at the station? Who's where?" She asked and rubbed her hands together while he (smartly) was already backing out of her driveway.

"We've called in whatever volunteer police, firemen and search and rescue that we managed to wake up. We have a volunteer cop at the hospital, planning to send another to help the situation contained. Another is heading to the local inn to see if they had any visitors from Vermont--"

"You guys already got the voicemail?"

"We have to keep in constant contact through text and call on our phones. The walkies are shot for some reason -- probably time for an upgrade?"

"Probably." She replied stiffly and pulled out her phone, "Who's at the hospital?"

"Steve Beckett,  from down by the beach."

"... So, you sent the volunteer that has no backbone?" She asked, a hint of stress already in her voice.

"What--"

"The man can't keep that rebellious son of his out of trouble, you think he can guide a whole hospital?" She sighed and flipped through her contacts, having all the volunteer police on their own category. She hit the call button by Steve's name and put him on speaker while whispering to Harold to pull over and call the station and swap Steve out with someone else.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Steve? It's Deputy Forrest. Hey listen, you're at the hospital right?"

"Uhmm.. actually.."

Tara shot a look at Harold.

"Where are you Mr. Beckett?"

"One of the nurses grabbed me and told me to drive her somewhe--"

"You turn that car back around, you take her back to the hospital, you keep her there."

"But she has--"

"I don't care what she has. If she gives a damn about her job and yours, you will turn that car around and you will both stay at the hospital. With our current situation, I am acting sheriff and that is a direct order Steve."

Silence hung on the line, she could hear his car idle before rev up again.

"That better be you turning around!"

"... Yes ma'm."

"I mean it Steve. If I see you anywhere else besides the hospital, the station or somewhere you were assigned, you'll be in serious trouble. That goes for the nurse you're with too -- who is it?"

Pause.

"Miss Nightingale..."

Of course it would be her. That woman had a strong will, she half couldn't blame Steve for giving into her demands. "Well, please tell Miss Nightingale that you have a direct order. If she has a problem.... she can take it up with me later. It's not your fault Steve. This is for her safety and yours, we don't know who's out here."

"Yes ma'm..."

"Stay safe Steve." With that she hung up and glanced over to Harold who was still on the phone with the station. Looking around, gauging how far they were down the road, she pulled out a detailed map of the area, one all the volunteers and officers had, with certain points mapped out of who had cabins out in the forest. Of course, they were all spread apart, quite far. Her eyes slowly lifted just as Harold was about to hang up, "Wait! Harold!"

"Huh?"

"Tell them to pair up. We're going to check out the cabins." She directed as her eyes scanned over the names of the cabin owners. It wasn't until she read 'Orton' that lightening struck. Mr. Orton... he seemed like a very brash man... and his son, her boyfriend, was in the hospital, because of Leo. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. He would never -- he wasn't a stupid man, he would be found out eventually! Still, it was motive and brought suspicion. She proceeded to list out the cabins, their directions and who owned them - all together, besides the Ortons'  cabin, there were 3 others.

"... and we're going to head to the Ortons' cabin." She directed him and folded up the map. She knew the way. She and Brad had often gone up there two weekends ago. She guessed he wanted to show off... and try to get lucky. Of course, it didn't work on her.

 A fair 10 minutes later, with how cautiously Harold was driving, they were well on their way to the Ortons' Cabin. Harold was finally starting to pick up the pace when she could see two headlights crossing in the frosty night air, reflecting off the snow. It was still quite far, but the Forrests were known well for their excellent eyes, ears and reflexes - maybe that's why she and Leo were the law enforcement.  "Slow down L--" She paused, a harsh twinge of pain in her chest as she caught herself about to call the man next to her by her brother's name, "... Harold, lights on."

He did just that, though not bothering with the siren as they came around the bend and found the two cars pointed at each other, practically at a standoff. She recognized her father's car right away, and Mr. Orton's, who was usually parked at the very front of the gym, most days. "... come in at an angle, Harold, get between them if you can." She knew they couldn't very well wedge their cruiser between the two cars, but it ended up being sort of a triangle of their cars, a triple threat standoff.  "Eyes on Mr. Orton. I've got my dad..." She sighed as the red and blue flashing lights danced off the snow and soon enough, their faces, as both she and Harold stepped out of their doors. 

One hand on her holster, by her gun, the other still holding the door open. "Mr. Orton." She gave a quick nod at him then turned to her father, raising her brows and tilted her head down slightly, as if to say he should know better, "...Daddy." She greeted the men as both the officers closed their doors and stepped between the cars.

"Do we have a problem here? A bit late and wrong weather for an early morning hunting trip, isn't it?"

Though she told Harold to keep an eye on Mr. Orton, she found herself unable to keep her eyes from darting back and forth between the men.

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Patience. Patience. Patience.

It was wearing thin, the ice was breaking, he could feel it cracking like the snow that was building upon the wipers on his windshield. Anticipation fueled adrenaline through his veins and he licked his lips slowly. The message, without a word, was clear: Bring it on.

Who would know? Would hear his screams? There might be those that take notice, but who could stop it? Nobody was up here, but them. He could wipe out that annoying bloodline in one fell swoop. In fact, he was over halfway there. He'd wanted to just lop the head off of the serpent, but according to those above him, they had to wait. It wasn't their job, but why not have fun with them first?

The tension was rising and he felt it come upon them like a slow winter storm. Even the nature around them seemed to know and he waited. Counting down, mentally, the seconds it would be before he could crack his pretty little skull open. Like a melon. It'd only take one solid hit. The thought seemed to bring him more calm than the breathing exercises he'd heard them harping on. Those self help classes at the church at night for the general populace. What a load of bull. He could count to a hundred, reach the end, and still want to murder the guy in front of him. Ah, well. Whatever got them through the night. He knew who he was and what he was supposed to be doing, nothing else mattered.

He revved the engine and watched the businessman twist. Only he wasn't really a businessman, he was no real estate mogul in a Podunk no name Maine town. He was an Elven King. The Elven King and his regalia shone through, even now, to a point where Alex could see the light of the Valar glistening around him like a sickening halo of support. The problem was, they weren't here, they couldn't find them here. Do a little bit of fallen Maia magic, intermingled with a fallen Valar, and some age old rites used in the First Age. Viola! You had a curse fit for a King.

He smirked at his own inner thoughts. Fit for a King. That was good stuff right there. What would also be fit for a King was the celebration his people would have with the remains of the -man- before him now. Because that's all that he was, in this story, a man. Weak. Powerless. Man. There was something entirely sweet about that idea, enough that the sardonic grin that spread wide over his lips felt pleasantly placed. They batted nice insults back and forth, like a cat would smack around a mouse, and he waited.

Patience. Patience..

Then came the moment he'd been waiting for, Trenton Forrest spoke up, insulting his skills as a father. Slowly, the grin began to fade, and crystalline hues sharpened upon his quarry. Patience...

He hadn't forgotten that 'Brad' was injured by Leo Forrest, he got that phone call from the hospital staff saying there had been an accident. His kind shouldn't 'have' accidents, but the mirth all but leaked away from his features as the blue blood across from him continued speaking. The talk about hunters and hunted came into play and he knew, he wasn't stupid. Forrest was calling him out and he smugly leaned his arm against the side of his door, looking across the snow covered road at him.

"It depends on what you're hunting. I don't kill anything, I don't eat. Do you?" His grin was a little toothy, but hey, he was an Orc after all. Cannibals to the last, even if it came down to it. Not that Trenton Forrest would know it. "I have a family to feed after all. I'm sure you know how that is. Hungry mouths and all that. "

Then came the heart of the matter, accidents happened, and he was up here looking for revenge. Turns out, Forrest wasn't stupid either, but then again he never pegged him for the dimwitted type. No, he was much too dangerous for that, even when he was out of Middle Earth. That meant that any minute now, more of his kin would be scurrying up this mountainside to lend aide or be nuisances. Either way, it was a place he didn't want to be when they all showed up, because he had much more pressing matters to tend to.

Especially, when he spoke about revenge, revelation, eye for an eye scenario. Yeah. Alexander had read all about that in the role he'd assumed. Blood for blood, he liked that. He could take his pound of flesh better than anyone else here. In fact, he'd been often referred to as 'Picasso with a Razor'. He knew one was an artist, the other was bloody good fun. The notions circulated around and around, but he couldn't help but smile at him. Forrest was a desperate man and desperate men did stupid things. He spoke of incidents and accidents and inferred that his son might be the next to have one. To this, he bristled and his hand reached down for the door handle.

"Surely, SURELY, I misheard you, Mr. Forrest." He said with a dry tone, his gaze leveling evenly upon the tall man.

"I thought that I just heard you threaten my family? My -BOY-."

With the statement that he wasn't going to let him pass, he revved the engine once again. The rumbling motor beneath the hood growled ominously.

"I think that you're mistaken. You can't keep me here. See, I don't think that you understand. I was being polite, you know, letting you have your say on things. Now. Now you're just pissing me off. "

He spoke about his son being in the hospitals and how accidents happen there every single day. In fact, one could be happening right now. His eyes narrowed slowly and he clenched his back jaw.

One.Two.Three.Four. BREATHE.

He tried it, huffing out a slow breath through his clenched teeth, and he lifted his right hand to the gear shifter in the middle of the floorboard. He pressed the gas on the vehicle with a load snarling sound from the motor.

"You know something. You're right. Accidents do happen. Every single minute of every day." He sucked in a slow breath.

"It's mighty dark out on these icy, slick roads. Don't you think? Why. An accident could happen right here, right now."

The smug smirk that crawled over his lips was readily evident. He was going to knock this pompous sucker right off of the edge of that little cliff. Or just run him over. There would be satisfaction in feeling that thud beneath the tires. Just as he was about to kick the vehicle into drive, the gears grinding, he saw the flashing of blue lights upon the snow. They were coming up the pass and he slipped the car back down into park.

The meddling deputy could meet his end too, he figured, if push literally came to shove, but he waited. That cruiser pulled up in between the two of them, nosing the front bumper guard in. He smirked a little, lifting his left hand to Trenton in an 'oh well' expression, while his other hand moved to conceal the revolver he had beneath his thigh. No need in raising eyebrows, he tucked it in the console holster he had. After all, he had a carry permit. No harm, no foul.

When Tara's form emerged from the parked cruiser, the smile faded from his lips. He stared at her hard and hissed beneath his breath. She was supposed to be face down in the snow somewhere up on that hill behind him. If it wasn't her, then what stupid little girl did they kidnap instead? He thought about this, maybe it was the Sheriff's little girlfriend. That could work to his advantage too. He'd I.D. Her or she'd freeze to death, no skin off of his back. It just didn't matter. What did though, is that his help had screwed the pooch. Tara Forrest wasn't in their custody and that threw a wrench into the plans.

Ah well, third time's a charm.

Tara addressed him and he nodded his head to her politely, "Tara. Good to see you again, sweetheart. I'd ask how your family is, but …"

She was dating his son after all, that made him nearly her Father-in-law.

He let the statement hang out in the open, giving a glance to Trenton who was across the way. She was suspicious, very much so, and asked if there happened to be a problem. To which, he immediately spoke up.

"Naw. There's no problem here, Tara. We just happened to cross paths on this road. Your dad was on his way up, I was coming down. He just stopped to ask me if I'd seen anyone else up here. "

He gave her a slight shrug, "Something about an accident on this road somewhere or something. I was just telling him how dangerous this road it. How accidents could happen here every single day." He sniffed a little, from the cold, and lifted his hand to brush his nose, hiding his slight grin.

As it faded, he lowered his hand a little, looking serious, "I just asked if he'd called the Sheriff, but it looks like that's the case."

She asked about the hunting trip and he arched a brow to her.

"Well, you know. It is ELK season. I have my hunting license if you want to see it. I managed to get two, but not the one I'm looking for. Word on the street is there's a beauty of a white one running around up here. Larger than most. Stag, I think. From the looks of it, I might have hit the younger one instead. "

He offered her a smile, glancing to the snow that was piling up, "True enough. The weather is bad, which is why I was heading down. I told your Dad here, I didn't want to be snowed in on this mountain. There's nothing more embarrassing than having to call you nice folks to come fish me out of a bind. "

He was silent for a moment, as if not trying to be rude. He could care less if he was rude or not, but he glanced to Tara, then to the other deputy.

"If you don't need any help or anything.. I'd like to get down to the main drag. Check in with the doctor on how Brad is doing .. then head home. It's been a long night.."
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