so I go hunting for witches // silas && whit
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Whit impatiently paced back and forth outside his apartment, drawing the attention of some onlookers. He was trying to play it cool, but he’d been sitting on this information for far too long. There weren’t many people in which he’d trust enough to share what had had discovered, but there was at least one person who he knew would have no objections to his plans. He pulled out his phone again and pulled up the messaging app.
me [4:46AM]: so i need to kill some ppl. i thought’d you’d like to join me [4:47AM]: i’m being serious. me [4:47AM]: can u meet me outside my apartment at 2?
The messages had all been read, but he’d never received a response. It was now 2:34PM and he was ready to give up when the familiar, hulking form of his massive friend came into view. Whit breathed a sigh of relief and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Took you long enough.” He had a short fuse today. “Come back here.” Whit gestured for him to follow him into a small side alleyway. He stood behind a dumpster that took up a majority of the walking space to make sure that people wouldn’t be able to see them before launching into his tale.
“I told you about the people that attacked Goldie, yes? They’ve been attacked werewolves everywhere. On and off success on whether they actually manage to kill them or not. I found out where they’ve been hiding. Their main hub, I guess, is down in Las Vegas. There’s tons and tons of witches that live in that area, so it makes sense that they’d congregate there. M.O.N.S.T.E.R. has been zero help in this regard because they’re afraid to pull the trigger on something and be wrong. I know I’m not wrong, and I’m not afraid to pull any triggers right now.”
Whit straightened him up to full height before meeting eyes with Silas, giving him a steely look. “Will you help me take out these sons of bitches before they hurt anyone else?”
