Snippet #1763700

It didn’t take long for us to get back to the apartment, but when we did, we played it cool, acting as though we didn’t have an animal that shouldn’t exist in Travis’ backpack. When we were finally behind closed doors, I crossed my arms, leaned against the wall, brushed a bit of snow off my jacket, and nodded towards the bathroom, “You know where it is, bath’s already drawn.”

At the sound of our voices, Erica came waddling out to greet us, a loud meow that I knew all too well emanating from her bowling ball of a body. I stooped and picked her up, “Hey Fat! Are you a good girl?” Erica of course responded with another loud meow as she rubbed against my chest, “Yeah, I thought so.” I held her as I waited for something to happen. What it was, I wasn’t quite sure, “So, what do we do now? Go about our happy lives like we don’t have a fictional creature living in our apartment?”

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Eleanor thought for a moment. Another dimension? Was it possible that something had gone wrong during her teleportation? Had she perhaps been pulled into another dimension? She nodded, “I suppose that makes sense. The knowledge I possess suggests that this time period is too advanced for the time period I am suppose to inhabit. But if that is the case, then why? Why have we been brought here? And by who?” She asked more herself than Clark, “It seems that I have little choice. The way I see it, we can either stick together, or split apart. There is safety in numbers, as my father taught me, but do not think I trust you wholeheartedly.” Her eyes glowed darkly for a moment and she said, “Do not betray the little trust you have.”

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Alice laughed, “We’re all soldiers in our own private wars. As for me, we may all have to go sometime, but I sure as hell am not going anytime soon. Too many banks to rob, shit to steal, and ground to cover. Either way, I still need to figure out where the hell I am.” Then it hit her. A soldier in an arm, in a ‘war’ that if they lost, it’s game over. That’s exactly the same mentality as those mother fucking STAG soldiers back Steelport. Hadn’t those bastards pulled out? Cyrus had vowed he’d get revenge though. Was this the beginning of his plan? Her eyes widened and she stood up, grabbing Castiel by his shirt front and hoisting him up against the closest wall, “Are you part of STAG!? Is this some game to you?! Because if I so much think anything has happened to my friends, so help my god there will be hell to pay!” She shouted into his face. And she was not afraid to show how serious she was about that.