Four years. No more, no less. That was the deal. Or so they said.
The atmosphere in the helicopter was relatively somber, the air heavy with dread and anticipation. Despite there being a relatively large group, seldom did anyone dare to break the fragile silence. No one wanted to be here. Or at least, Kit didn't want to be. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be a pawn for the people that captured his family, or to be forced to senselessly kill simply because it was orders, or to be injected with a serum that turned him into a monster. He didn't want
this. But he didn't want to go back the camp neither.
Four years. Kit stared at the window, brows furrowed in thought.
Just four years.His attention switched to the rest of the group. Some of them were unfamiliar, their faces he furiously tried to remember. Others, he knew well. Keith fell in the latter category. The wendigo brought a mixed sensation of comfort and concern to Kit. It was nice to have a friend from camp, but the prospect of the young creature being put in danger filled there werewolf with anxiety. Along with him was a young woman with long pale hair and dark wings, her face completely stoic. She was beautiful, and for a moment Kit had to force himself not to look at her...ahem,
assets. But there was a dangerous aura about her as well, like a rose hiding thorns. Another woman was with them as well, with long blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Kit couldn't help but stare at her face. Not because there was something on it, but mostly because it was on her lap. The headless woman sat there, seemingly unfazed by the head in her hands. This was certainly an intersting group, to say the least.
The helicopter soon landed, and a voice outside yelled over the noise of the propellers,
"Come on! We'd best get moving quickly. You know the fucking drill by now." Kit hesitated before unbuckling and stepping outside. Being outside the camp after so long was admittedly disconcerting. Welcoming, of course, but still something to get used to after years of tight confines and poor conditions. Walking towards the man, he couldn't help but feel befuddled at his words. Was he missing something? He didn't know anything about a drill. The most they'd told him was that he'd be working on a small team, doing whatever the boss said. Nothing about a drill, unless Kit completely forgot or misheard. Shrugging, he chose for his question to remain silent. In times like these, it was best to go along lest you run the risk of getting hit in the head with a gun.
"Hey, do you know this guy?" the winged woman from before whispered to Kit.
Kit glanced over, giving her a taut smile and slightly shaking his head apologetically. "Never seen him before," he quietly admitted, "but it looks like he's in charge." His eyes darted back to the commanding man before switching back to her. "Name's Kit, by the way. Kit Bosque. If we're working together, we might as well know eachother's names."
Take your time, friend. Hope your holiday was fun!
