The Flyers Page 12

  *Note: during pages like this where there is a blank space, its up to you to decide to what Jacob Brown does. Its your choice to make him decide. However, there is no right or wrong. But as you progress, you’ll know the end results.*

  A.Be a different Convict, being a hero of the city.

  B.Be the fear driven Convict, ruling the city by fear.

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  I responded.

  I’ve made my choice I told Henry what I’m going to do.

  I wanted to bring Seattle back. To bring it back to order takes more than just willingness. It takes an unbreakable line to set things straight.

  Henry once told me about choices. “our choices makes us who we are” and that is exactly who I am. I just wanted to save Aunt May and the people in this city. No harm has to be done.

  “I’ll be Jacob, you are really getting a hang on this whole power thing.”

  “you think?”I asked.

  “bet your parents are real proud of ya.”he complimented

  “yeah.”I said. “bet they are real proud.”

  Henry told me once about choices. “our choices makes us who we are” and that is exactly who I am. I just wanted to save Aunt May and the people in this city. No harm has to be done.

  That’s what I said before and that’s what I will say till today.

  Seattle was almost back in tip-top shape. With the Space Needle returning back to it former looks and some the new checkpoints destroyed in a day, I was almost on my way to being The Hero of Emerald City.

  The guards grew in numbers as night falls upon Seattle. The sky was painted in bright orange while the sun sets for the day. I was off at night cause Henry called me to meet up with him for recon.

  Night was approaching.

  I was able to get a nice room.

  Great. No more tents.

  Henry and I met up in a place called

  Clockwork Hotel. Wired name huh?

  Yeah, as in Clockwork.

  You would imagine a physio themed surroundings, full of sick wired items and a lot of too colorful wallpapers.

  Like that 1971 movie of those sociopaths.

  But its not. Its just a place full of clocks. Digital, classic and old ones.

  The room Henry picked was an unfortunate one.

  A digital clock room.

  The room was quite big. With two beds in white sheets and sky blue blankets that you see in hotels. A blue neon table with green hexagon themed chairs. No TV, a cupboard and a window with the view of the Space Needle quite far away.

  Henry took his coat off and sat at the chair while I looked around and followed him after.

  “normally I don’t say that you did a good job, Jacob.” Henry sighed and paused “BUT, good job!” He said in a more friendly tone.

  “well,” I sat relaxing my left arm on the other chair.

  “I am really good with my powers. Just a few more pushes Henry.” I sat near to the table. “we’re almost there.”

  I repeated “we’re almost there, Henry.”

  “just a few more pushes and we will get her.” I looked at Henry.

  “Henry?” His expression looked mad. His trying to say something didn’t. He seemed troubled.

  I sat there looking at Henry face to face.

  His hair and beard was still. His two blue eyes still and drowned in sadness. His strong looking face turned weak like he just lost his best friend. He seemed troubled.

  His hands covered his whole head rubbing it in distress.

  “is everything okay?” I asked. He stopped rubbing his head.

  “no.” he said folding his arms.

  “bad news back at home.” he confessed. “the concrete grew more and more. We need to hurry.”

  I face changed and turned worried. “Aunt May?”

  “she is holding up. But we need to be fast!” he said in a calmer tone.

  “then we better get to it then!” I exclaimed.

  Wednesday, I’m gonna get her!

  She has to pay for her mistakes. Like Aunt May said: “we’re family, we look out for each other like how The Lord does.”

  This is why Wednesday has to pay.

  “I’m going to help.” Henry said darkly.

  His face turning back to his strong self. Normally, Henry will say my ideas are bad but this time, he seems to agree with my movement.

  “what do you mean?” I asked. He turned to me.

  His wolf teeth appeared. His eyes turned slightly yellow.

  Then I knew what he meant.

  “I’m going to do a bit of huff and puff to some of my resources to find Wednesday.” he said “and I’m doing this for May.”

  This was the movement I brought.

  This is what I’m going to bring to Wednesday.

  I’ll take her off her throne. Bit by bit.