Chapter 291 - 291 Breakfast Time
“These are your beds,” Barry said. “Now, it’s lucky that I have two beds, because I was about to sell one of them, and see if I could buy another gun.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, before you guys came, I was going to get some people to help me on my quest. Luckily, you two came, and with your talents—I think we can save this timid town,” Barry said. “Nonetheless, here are your beds. Have a good night’s sleep.”
He closed the door, which silence accompanied us in the room, except for a few creaks from the fan. “I don’t know what we got ourselves into, but I hope it works,” I said.
Hans chuckled. “You think? We’re going to be chasing some beast around which I’m quite positive doesn’t even exist. Although, to be fairly honest, everything that’s happened so far was completely supernatural to me, so maybe there is some beast killing people in every full moon.”
“Doubt it,” I said. I looked at the beds, before I turned my head up to Hans, who stared at me for a moment. We glanced between the two beds, the left blue and the right pink, before we glared right back at each other.
“I call—”
“Dibs,” Hans said, pointing to the blue bed. I sighed. “Come on, how come I have to get this pink bed?”
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“Because I’m older than you,” Hans said, rubbing his chin. “Plus, pink is cool. I think you’ll like it.” I gave him a cross look before I went towards my bed.
I unloaded the sheets, and climbed in, which Hans did as well.
“Good luck, and sleep tight,” Hans said with a chuckle. I puffed instead, turning to my right side as I looked out the window. The crescent moon looked down at me, as if it was saying: ‘It’s fine, it’s not the full moon yet.’
It wasn’t comforting to the slightest bit. In fact, it was frightening me to the point I abruptly closed in the curtains, allowing darkness to fill this side of the room.
I sighed, closing my eyes and letting the stress drift away.
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“Wake up!” I heard someone shout, which immediately woke me up. I rose up, looking around only to see Barry inside the room, with his gun strapped on his back. “Breakfast is here.”
Soon enough, Hans rose up while leaning on the pillow, but his eyes were only opened ajar. He looked as if he was still closing his eyes.
“Okay, let me get myself settled first,” Hans said, his voice sounding like a dying engine.
“Alright,” he said. Then he pointed at me. “As for you, come eat. Your friend will join us soon. I’ll tell you guys what we’re going to do once we go on our journey through the forest.”
“Okay,” I said, stretching my arms and legs, before resting my feet on the floor. I got up to my feet as I walked out the door, throwing a look at Hans, before I entered the living room. The smell of eggs caught my nose, when I saw the table filled with a bunch of eggs.
“Oh, yes…” Barry said with a smile. “I think I cooked well this time.”
I glanced at him and back on the food. There were five or six pots with lids on them. But since they were white, all I had to go on was the odor that emanated from them to infer what was inside.
“You sure cooked a lot,” I said, my eyes addicted to the pack of pots and bowls. Barry chuckled, “I sure did.”
I followed Barry towards the kitchen, my stomach growling at the sight and smell of the food. Barry started to take off the lids of the pots, revealing a variety of dishes. There were scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, and even some fruits. I couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of the food.
“Help yourself,” Barry said, gesturing towards the table. I grabbed a plate and started piling it up with food, feeling grateful for Barry’s hospitality. As I sat down, Hans walked in, rubbing his eyes. He took a seat next to me and started filling his own plate.
“This looks amazing, Barry,” I said, as I took a bite of the scrambled eggs. The food was delicious, and I couldn’t help but feel more at ease with the situation we were in.
“Glad you like it,” Barry said, smiling. “Now, let’s talk about our plan for the day. We need to head into the forest and search for any clues about the beast. I have a feeling that it’s been hiding in there.”
As we finished our breakfast, Barry went to his pantry and started packing some snacks for us. He handed us each a bag of trail mix, some granola bars, and a water bottle.
“Thanks, Barry,” I said, feeling grateful for the extra supplies.
“No problem. Just be careful out there. The forest can be dangerous,” Barry said, with a worried look on his face.
As we finished our breakfast, Barry went to his pantry and started packing some snacks for us. He handed us each a bag of trail mix, some granola bars, and a water bottle. “Thanks, Barry,” I said, feeling grateful for the extra supplies. “No problem. Just be careful out there. The forest can be dangerous,” Barry said, with a worried look on his face.
After we finished packing, Barry gathered us around him and started laying out the plan for the day. “Alright guys, here’s what we’re going to do,” he said. “We’ll follow the well-marked trail for a few miles until we come to a fork.”
I nodded along, trying to take in all the information. “What kind of clues are we looking for?” I asked.
“Anything that seems out of place,” Barry replied. “Footprints, broken branches, strange markings on trees. Anything that could lead us to the treasure.”
“Got it,” I said, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. “When you say treasure, you mean—”
“Yes,” Barry confirmed. “If you guys see anything, please tell me. I know you guys are good fighters, but a little firepower might be needed for this beast.”
“Figures,” Hans said. “What are we there for?”
Barry put his finger up, extending the time between Hans’s question and his answer. He shoved his hands in between the two cushions which he pulled out two knives.
“Remember these?” he asked. Those were the same switchblades that those muggers utilized. Seems like that weapon is a popular one.
“A little stab is useful every now and then,” Barry said, handing us the weapons. “These should be useful.”
Then—right at that moment, three loud knocks banged at the door. Barry brought up his finger at us to keep us quiet, as he steadily made his way towards the door.
He took his weapon off his back, keeping right at his left hip. He looked through the window, but stayed close to the corner. But then, his head slowly turned towards us.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s Mr. Trilby’s guys,” he said, which my heart rate climbed rapidly after the last syllable of that sentence finished.
“Oh, shoot,” Hans muttered. “Stay behind the couch.” He slowly approached the door with Barry, but standing on the opposite side.
“Hello!” one of them shouted. “It’s your friendly neighbor!”
No one uttered a word. But then, they continued, “I know you’re in there, otherwise the light wouldn’t be on. Just saying.”
Barry sighed, and rocked his head to the side in frustration. “Okay, what do we do?” I asked, but Barry could only stammer.
“I didn’t expect to get a visit from muggers this morning,” Barry said. “Think of a plan, then tell me.”
“Yeah, I do have a plan. It’s just a bit risky, that’s all,” I said. Barry looked at me. “Does it hurt me in any sort of way?” he asked.
“Not directly. Maybe your house will have a hard time—”
Barry shook his head. “We need this place to have a headquarters to stop the beast. We destroy this place, and you’ll find these muggers on our tail for the entire time that you’re ever here.”
I sighed, and three more knocks hammered against the door.
“Shoot,” I muttered. “Should we open it, because they’ll never leave.”
“What do you mean? Do you want to die?” Barry asked. “That’s a terrible idea.” Hans sighed, but then his eyes widened, which he quickly brought his attention towards Barry.
“Is there any back or secret door?” he asked. Barry shrugged. “Somewhat, but it’s going to be a very dusty ride.”
“Do you have some tunnel under this house or something?” I asked. Barry tilted his head to the side, which I sighed and narrowed my eyes.