Breaking The Peace

8 hours before“Jason, are you ready to go? I need to get you to work on time” I asked. Jason was starting his first day of work at a local newspaper. He was able to graduate with his journalism degree and get a job rather quickly. We were all really proud. “Almost ready.” He responded as he placed the last strand of his honey brown hair in place. He always likes to keep it tamed and gelled up and back. It suited him well. He had on a button down long sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He had on a pair of dark jeans with a black belt and some loafers to complete his look. “Okay I am good to go now.” He turned to face me, prying his dark green eyes away from himself in the mirror. “Good, don't want you to be late on your first day.” I smiled at him “You look great” Jason blushed a bit. He was always so bashful and sweet. He had such a pure and innocent heart. We walked out of the house, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way out realizing I should have put m

AstridLandon was still on my mind as I headed to pick up Jason. I left work early today to make sure to be there to get Jason from work and hear all about his first day. I kept shaking this feeling of dread off. I figured it would have subsided by now after the Lieutenant left but it was still there, still ominously telling me something worse was going to happen. I pulled up to Jason’s building. Seeing him smile and wave at me helped ease some tension. “Astrid, it was wonderful!” He exclaimed, entering the car and buckling up. “Everyone was so nice and I have a mentor and she’s so smart and nice” He said, smiling so big. “ I am so happy you had a wonderful first day” I smiled back at him trying to drown my worry. “I wonder how Ruby will feel about this mentor of yours,” I teased. Ruby was Jason’s girlfriend. He met her when he had first moved in with us. It was cute seeing them together. Ruby was human though so they had to be careful. Specials and human relationships were definite

Jason“Okay, I have given you guys enough time to feel sorry for yourselves. It’s time so take a breath and bury it back down. We need to be focused.” Although her words are cold her tone is compassionate. Astrid understands better than any of us what this feels like. She’s been through it so many times throughout the hundreds of years she has lived, she showed me it this afternoon. I forgot just how old she is, she doesn’t look or act it. “Shawn turn here. Park it at the airport. Use the valet.” She continues as we approach the exit to the airport. “Won’t there be guards at the airport?” I ask fear rising up in me again. I don’t want to be caught and made to endure torture for hours just ot see what my body can handle. I don’t want to spend years of my life locked in a cell.“Yes, which is why we are gonna act like nothing's wrong. Like we are just fine to be at the airport. We are gonna get down and go inside, but we are not getting on a plane.” She states.“Then why are we going t

Lucas“We need to get to the airport. Pack your irreplaceable bag.” I told them as I went to my room to do the same. I grabbed all of Astrids and my old wedding rings, our photos and old documents. Including all the titles to the different houses and lands we own.We got in our fastest car and headed to the airport, which thankfully wasn’t too far from our house. I had all our passports ready. We got there pretty quick and of course security had increased. I walked up to the counter laughing with Tristan acting like we were going on a vacation. I laughed loudly, acting extremely excited, as we approached the counter. The woman at the counter had dark brown hair and glasses. She smiled at us as we came up to her. Her name tag read Vicky. “Hello there Vicky!” I said. “Good afternoon” She smiled back. “My brother and my friends and I are wanting to go on a spontaneous vacation. Where is the soonest flight heading to Vicky?” I asked, smili

“We are going through that one” I said pointing to the portal straight across from us. “This one should take us straight to Juan Carlos’s cellar.” I placed the portal there during the last specials civil war when we had first met Juan Carlos. He was a healer like us. He was a couple hundred years old. For the longest time he kept his young looking 22 year old face, but as time progressed he slowly started to age. He currently looks to be in his late 40s.Juan Carlos seemed to age a little more every time he died.The problem with healers like him is they don’t always come back to life. Eventually that death is their final death, as if they are in a video game with a set number of lives. A lot of times healers don’t know that they are able to come back to life until they die but not every healer is able to come back, so a lot of them don’t test it. We don’t really know how many more times Juan Carlos can die before he doesn’t come back, but we figure with the rate at which he’s aging tha