Skeletons of the Past: 4
An Old Friend
Collection: the Halleaux/Skeletons
Chronicled by: Ghasty
“Marius, Mech’s been shot, Petra’s missing and the person who shot him might still be in Roanoke Base. I need you to meet Eoin in the Mess Hall and help him to find them,” Lacea ordered, speaking into the walkie-talkie. “Understood,” Marius’ voice crackled through Petra’s walkie-talkie.
“I’m leaving you here to wait for Marius,” Lacea said turning to Eoin. Eoin nodded, a gesture which Lacea barely saw through the gloom. Lacea walked out of the Mess Hall.
“Don’t get kidnapped or shot!” Eoin cried out to her to as she walked down the hall.
“Same to you!” She shouted back. Lacea ran through the halls until she got to the garage. Xanthia had already left with Mech, so Lacea got into her vehicle. She sped off into the dunes which surrounded Roanoke Base. The sun had begun to set and cast beautiful shades of purple, orange, yellow, and red across the vast expanse of the sky. Her vehicle may have been a relic of the past, but it was of good quality. Her vehicle was one of the quicker vehicles in the garage, so it had no problem catching up to Xanthia’s vehicle. She drove up next to Xanthia and slowed down to be even with Xanthia.
“How’s he doing?” Lacea’s asked over the walkie-talkie.
“He’s losing blood, if we don’t get there soon, he might be gone,” Xanthia responded.
“I’ll meet you there,” Lacea spoke into the walkie-talkie, she then sped up. She reached Authority City. She made sure not to be seen by patrolling guards. A small caravan was entering into the city. ‘Perfect,’ she thought. Xanthia arrived a few minutes later. Xanthia picked Mech up out of the backseat and carried him over to Lacea.
“We’re going to use the caravan over there to get in,” Lacea said.
“Head for the second to last one,” Xanthia said.
“Okay,” Lacea responded. Lacea helped Xanthia carry Mech across the dunes to the caravan. The last vehicle’s driver hadn’t been paying attention when the group moved into the back of the second to last vehicle. They hid behind a few crates and used a nearby tarp for cover. They waited with bated breath as the caravan vehicles were checked. The guards who were checking vehicles had started getting lazy in their checking of the vehicles as the caravan entered. They didn’t even bother to look in the last three. Once the caravan was inside and were out of the sight of the guards they exited the back of the truck and ran for a nearby back alley. They were walking through these alleys when a young man bumped into them. He had icy blue eyes, fair skin, and bright pastel pink hair. He wore a white t-shirt and black pants. He had a Remington Model 1858 holstered at his left side. He looked at Lacea and a big grin appeared upon his face.
“Lacea, I thought you were dead,” he said surprised, “where’s Eoin?”
“Lukas, it’s a surprise to see you. He’s safe if that’s what you’re wondering, but Mech here isn’t,” Lacea said.
“He was shot by an unknown person,” Xanthia explained,”he needs medical attention now.”
“Follow me,” he said. He led the group through the dark back alleys of Authority City until he came upon an old boarded up building. A small hole in the boards of the building gave them access to it. They ducked (or in Mech’s case, dragged) through the hole. They came upon a door in the building in which light could be seen underneath. Lukas opened the door and they walked through. The door opened up to see a small shoddy hospital used to give aid to fleeing and injured criminals. Two doctors stood in the room, one man and one woman. The room consisted of a few cabinets, a light bulb on a string, and a central wooden table used for operations. The male doctor had bronzed skin, brown eyes, and black hair. The female doctor had dark skin, brown eyes, and black hair.
“This young man here needs medical attention,” Lukas said gesturing to Mech.
“Lay him on the table,” the man ordered. Xanthia and Lacea lifted Mech up onto the table.
“I’ll need you three to wait in the other room while we operate on him,” the female doctor ordered. Lacea, Lukas, and Xanthia left the room. They entered back into the main room. This room was filled with old crates and furniture, some covered by dusty, tattered tarps. Lukas sat down on top of a crate near the entrance to the back room. Lacea sat down on the crate next to him, while Xanthia pulled up a chair.
“You haven’t told me your name,” Lukas said to Xanthia.
“It’s Xanthia, if you must know,” Xanthia responded.
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“He says that to all the girls, and the guys. Don’t believe him,” Lacea warned.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Xanthia said jokingly. Lukas glared at Lacea.
“So where is your brother at the moment?” Lukas asked Lacea
“He’s where Xanthia and I came from. He stayed behind to find the person who shot Mech,” Lacea answered.
“I’m guessing Mech’s the chap that’s shot.”
“You would be correct,” Lacea responded. While Lukas and Lacea were reminising, Xanthia was absorbed in prayer.
“Are you part of that … um … Christian group?” Lukas asked Xanthia when he looked over and saw her.
“Oh, are you talking to me?” Xanthia asked.
“I’m a Christian if that’s what your asking.”
“How have you kept from being killed or imprisoned?”
“I found refuge among other Christians.”
“I’m not sure I trust you enough to divulge that information.”
“Good idea,” Lacea interjected.
“And why not?” Lukas said turning his attention to Lacea.
“You almost got Eoin and I killed last time we saw you!”
“I was trying to help!”
“I’m going to let you two bicker,” Xanthia interjected, “If you need me, I’ll be over there.” Xanthia got up and moved to the other side of the room and ignore their bickering. The male doctor walked into the main room.
“The operation is finished,” he announced, “he needs some time to rest now.”
“Understood,” Lacea said. Just as she was finishing speaking, the boards covering the entrance were busted down.
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