“Luke? Are you here? Can you....can you hear me?”
Emily spun around in a circle with tears in eyes and a mixture of fear and hope in her heart.
She looked up around the ceiling and around the room to find the source of the sound.
Some would say that she was crazy, that it had been 25 long and miserable years and Luke was dead and gone. That those hot dogs Luke and his friends ate were deadlier than rat poison.
But Emily Patterson would swear on her life that the voice that said "I'm here Mom" was Luke's.
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For the-spark-in-the-dark
Words: 350ish
((We need to name this verse omg.))
Here’s a little “what happened before” thingy for you.
Kit had summed up the job. Big money, private collection, sketch buyer. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before, but it was sketchier than normal and Kit had to talk them into it. Oh, and there was one other issue.
They needed outside help.
Em pointed out that none of them worked well with others—they barely worked well with each other. Kai added the fact that they didn’t know anyone with the skills they needed. Kit rolled his eyes, reminded him that he knew that, and insisted that they could find someone. By “they”, he meant “Kai”, who sighed, but grabbed his laptop and started digging.
It didn’t take long to find several possibilities. They needed someone who could work with electricity in a way Kai couldn’t. Further digging told him that two of them were dead—actually dead and not just dead to the world or whatever. One of them was in South Africa and another had last been spotted in India. That left two, but when he kept looking around, he found that one was in high security prison and breaking him out was too illegal even for them. That left one girl.
“Madelyn Elizabeth Lawson,” Kai said, pulling up the files on her. Em and Kit leaned over his shoulders to look it over.
“Hey, she’s older than me. That’s cool,” Em observed.
“Looks like she works on the other side of the city,” Kit commented, eyes skimming all the information on the screen.
Kai quirked an eyebrow at them. “So what? We just approach her and ask her if she wants to help us steal something?”
“Yep,” Em answered.
Kit shook his head. “No. You approach her and ask if she wants to help us steal something.”
“Why me?”
“It’s the people skills, isn’t it?” Em asked.
Kit nodded. They argued it over, before he caved.
“Fine. I’ll see if I can get a total stranger to agree to pull off a heist with us, but when this goes south, it’s all your fault.”
Kit glanced up from his book when Em walked in. “How was your day?”
She glared over at him. “I got shot twice.”
He closed the book and looked over her. He knew she ought to be fine, but he was never going to be used to that.
“It fucking hurt.” She sat down on the couch, glancing over at him and noticing his expression. “It’s still weird for me, too.”
“But you’re alright?”
“Fine as ever. Got the water bill covered, at least. And I picked up Chinese food on the way home. It’s in the fridge.”
He sighed. “Your well being comes over paying the bills.”
She shrugged it off. “I might as well use my abilities, right? Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to try not to die for the next couple of days.”
He shook his head and looked back at the book. There was no changing her mind on the matter and he wouldn’t waste his breath trying.
