The story so far:
Grabbing Henry’s arm he whispered, “Can we trust her?”
The hollow look he returned said it all.
“Grab her, we’ll just have to take our chances.”
Jack turned and ran to the window, opening it, he took in a deep breath of early evening air. He had no idea why he could smell the Sentry’s all of the sudden, but he wasn’t questioning it, or wasting it.
“There getting close!” He barked, as he turned to help Henry pull Donna from the chair.
Straddling her between the both of them, they headed across the living room floor, the glass from the destroyed TV crunching under foot as they left.
“Back door, back door.” Jack grunted, holding up more than his share of Donna’s weight. They careened through the kitchen, scattering dishes from the counter to the floor. Making more noise than the second coming, they finally burst from the rear door of the kitchen spilling on to the back porch.
Out of breath, Jack pointed on a whim, “That way.”
With no more than Henry’s bag of tricks and the clothes on their backs they pulled Donna across the cold wet grass and through the hedges, finally taking cover behind a broken cinder block wall. Donna’s house backed against and old Elementary School. The play ground was still recognizable, but barely. The portion of wall they lie behind used to be the gymnasium just 10 years prior.
“What’s happening?” Donna cried, shaking her head, trying to pull herself from her drugged stupor.
The sun had just fallen from sight leaving an ominous glow across the yard between them and Donna’s home. The mist rose from the ground with the scent of the evergreen trees strong in the air.
The moment was interrupted with prejudice, as the foul oil like smell wrenched Jack’s senses. Hearing the low metallic hum he had heard just hours before, he turned to see the four Sentry Orbs taking there places around the house. Beginning their decent, the beams of energy started to connect between them one by one, just as they had done before. As the speed of their circling increased, Jack felt something brush by him.
“Stop! Don’t take my house! You Can’t take it!”
Jack and Henry looked on in helpless horror at Donna running toward her home screaming like someone had stolen her child. Henry started up and was one full step into his run when Jack tackled him like a freight train.
Jack held him from moving, gritting his teeth with every word. “You can’t help her, you’ll just get killed too.”