Status: This is a new story that I'm just starting it's based off of a kinda recent experience with some supernatural thrown in
Never to be Forgotten
Chapter 8: Lucas
"Jon! Don't!" I said, I was standing at the edge of the yard.
"No, Lucas. It's okay, the voices want us to meet them," he said with an odd, almost knowing, look in his eyes.
"Jon," I said as she opening the door, the girl from the donut shop.
"Hello, Chassie," Jon said, with wide eyes," We need a place to stay ,but my friend is scared you're with the scientists so he's standing over there. I'm Jon."
My eyes were wide, Jon has done this few times. He'd find random safe places ,but normally there were never people. Now, a person answers the door and he's talking about voices. He seemed to know what he was talking about. I wasn't completely sure though. But I walked up to the house. My hands went to my pockets, my jacket sheilded my wings from the view of the girl, I suddenly longed for my shirt which was under my arm.
"Jon," I said sternly as he looked at me.
"She's safe," he said.
"No, Lucas. It's okay, the voices want us to meet them," he said with an odd, almost knowing, look in his eyes.
"Jon," I said as she opening the door, the girl from the donut shop.
"Hello, Chassie," Jon said, with wide eyes," We need a place to stay ,but my friend is scared you're with the scientists so he's standing over there. I'm Jon."
My eyes were wide, Jon has done this few times. He'd find random safe places ,but normally there were never people. Now, a person answers the door and he's talking about voices. He seemed to know what he was talking about. I wasn't completely sure though. But I walked up to the house. My hands went to my pockets, my jacket sheilded my wings from the view of the girl, I suddenly longed for my shirt which was under my arm.
"Jon," I said sternly as he looked at me.
"She's safe," he said.
"Trust me."