Imperfect Eden

Posted: March 23, 2015 in Uncategorized

The car tires crunched quickly on the gravel. The house, the damnable house was in the review mirror and even though it was the middle of the night, the truck on the right was trying to pull out as well. Instantly, it was clear, the Agestne were trying to trap him. He stomped on the pedal and whipped the wheel before grinding the gears forward to park and began to drive. Distance was the prescription for this madness. He hated having gone in there, though his nature made him all the more curious for it, and instead his eyes peered and shifted along the road, looking for the right way to reach safety. A number of police vehicles passed him, and he swore they were all staring him down. Indeed, they were heading in his direction. He checked the rear view mirror and saw that they were going where he had been. They were doing the Agestne’s work. With a profanity, he turned a different direction than the one he was heading, knowing that main thoroughfares were no longer open to him. Escape was now a complicated art.

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