Post by Jack Lupus on Dec 2, 2007 3:28:18 GMT -5
Cassandra sat perfectly still in the back of an ambulance, trying to keep the scratchy blanket tucked tightly enough around a three year old crying Sam while also trying to keep his older brother from wandering off to help ‘find the Hunter’.
The evening had started out so normally. Xand was still at work, Maddie was holed up in the attic with all the old photo albums, and Gabe was helping Sammy pick up his room after being bribed with a new video game. In fact, she had been performing the painfully mundane task of separating the lights from the darks when she heard the glass shatter. She was even tempted to think it was a stray baseball until the first shot was fired.
The police found them what seemed like an eternity later, tucked into the corner of Gabe’s closet with all his old sneakers and toys he’d outgrown. She told them no as they led her down stairs, where the bright flash of cameras bounced off the mirror over the mantle, that she had to get Maddie from the attic, that she was probably scared to death. She had no idea that Maddie had gone back downstairs to watch tv.
As it was, she took short little breaths, determined to be strong in front of her boys despite the nerve wracking wails of the ambulance and the police cars that were canvassing the neighborhood. She would be strong for Xander, too, if he ever showed up. The police had called him and said that they had to leave a message but she refused to let them take her to the station before he got back.
The evening had started out so normally. Xand was still at work, Maddie was holed up in the attic with all the old photo albums, and Gabe was helping Sammy pick up his room after being bribed with a new video game. In fact, she had been performing the painfully mundane task of separating the lights from the darks when she heard the glass shatter. She was even tempted to think it was a stray baseball until the first shot was fired.
The police found them what seemed like an eternity later, tucked into the corner of Gabe’s closet with all his old sneakers and toys he’d outgrown. She told them no as they led her down stairs, where the bright flash of cameras bounced off the mirror over the mantle, that she had to get Maddie from the attic, that she was probably scared to death. She had no idea that Maddie had gone back downstairs to watch tv.
As it was, she took short little breaths, determined to be strong in front of her boys despite the nerve wracking wails of the ambulance and the police cars that were canvassing the neighborhood. She would be strong for Xander, too, if he ever showed up. The police had called him and said that they had to leave a message but she refused to let them take her to the station before he got back.
