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To Warren's house we go, we go!
"I want to meet your brother. And his boyfriend. I want to meet these new emperors. And I want you to make the introductions."
So now we were standing in front of the gates that led to Warren's castle, and I was completely lost. Why was I here, with this weird-ass religious guy who'd just demanded that I take him to my brother?
Who the hell was this guy, anyway?
What did he want with Andrew and Warren?
What does it matter, anyway. He's already talked to you more than most people ever bother to do, save for Andrew. And he said-he said that you were a go-
Oh, for fuck's sake. Are you going on about that again? he also shot you down, remember?
I stood there quietly, internally arguing with myself as the retinal scanner by the front gates ran a quick flash of light over my right eye and asked for a voice activation. When it did, I spoke my name clearly and a bit loudly into the speaker by the scanner, clearing my throat.
"Tucker Wells"
And the gates slid open, revealing a small army of heavily armed, uniformed soldiers who waved me on in, many with a friendly smile. They knew me by now. A few of them gave Caleb a curious look or two, but I gestured to them to let them know he was with me, and they parted like the red sea for us. Damn if that never got old.
"There'll be more security as soon as we're inside, but they all know me" I said to Caleb, still a little stung by the standoffish way with which he was treating me, and deeply confused as to why I had even brought him here at all. I mean, for fuck's sake. I didn't even know this guy. But apparently he'd saved my life back in the church, for whatever reason.
What the hell is going on?
Sure enough, as soon as we were inside the castle security started bustling around us, waving metal detector wands over us and patting us both down lightly. When they got to me, a few of the guards made jokes about how they just couldn't keep their hands off me, and I smirked.
"We're here to see Warren. Is he around?"
"Yeah, but he's kind of busy" One of Warren's guards, a tall, muscular young woman with curly reddish hair by the name of Karen responded. Karen had always been cool. "He's down in the holding cells..." She took a quick glance at Caleb. "...Dealing with one of the holdees. He said it wouldn't take long though, if you feel like waiting"
"Sure" I glanced over at Caleb. "Uh...this is the place. Warren and my brother live here, for the most part. Uh...there's some art on the walls over there..." I gestured to the walls of the hallway we were standing in, shrugging. "...That I don't know shit about. Andrew likes all that queer stuff. But yeah, this is where you want to be if you want to talk to Warren. Why do you wanna talk to Warren, anyway? I mean, are you just a big fan of his, or do you want to accuse him of being the next Hitler? Because trust me when I say that if it's the latter, he's just going to laugh at you and have you dragged off by security"
I had no idea why I'd done something so stupid. To take this guy, this strange guy, into my brother's home...I mean, I could have cared less what happened to that bastard Warren, but if he tried to hurt Andrew for whatever reason...
You'll bury the nearest sharp and lengthy object avaliable into his throat, ripping out his vocal cords and using them to string the violin they play at his funeral. Simple as that.
"I want to meet your brother. And his boyfriend. I want to meet these new emperors. And I want you to make the introductions."
So now we were standing in front of the gates that led to Warren's castle, and I was completely lost. Why was I here, with this weird-ass religious guy who'd just demanded that I take him to my brother?
Who the hell was this guy, anyway?
What did he want with Andrew and Warren?
What does it matter, anyway. He's already talked to you more than most people ever bother to do, save for Andrew. And he said-he said that you were a go-
Oh, for fuck's sake. Are you going on about that again? he also shot you down, remember?
I stood there quietly, internally arguing with myself as the retinal scanner by the front gates ran a quick flash of light over my right eye and asked for a voice activation. When it did, I spoke my name clearly and a bit loudly into the speaker by the scanner, clearing my throat.
"Tucker Wells"
And the gates slid open, revealing a small army of heavily armed, uniformed soldiers who waved me on in, many with a friendly smile. They knew me by now. A few of them gave Caleb a curious look or two, but I gestured to them to let them know he was with me, and they parted like the red sea for us. Damn if that never got old.
"There'll be more security as soon as we're inside, but they all know me" I said to Caleb, still a little stung by the standoffish way with which he was treating me, and deeply confused as to why I had even brought him here at all. I mean, for fuck's sake. I didn't even know this guy. But apparently he'd saved my life back in the church, for whatever reason.
What the hell is going on?
Sure enough, as soon as we were inside the castle security started bustling around us, waving metal detector wands over us and patting us both down lightly. When they got to me, a few of the guards made jokes about how they just couldn't keep their hands off me, and I smirked.
"We're here to see Warren. Is he around?"
"Yeah, but he's kind of busy" One of Warren's guards, a tall, muscular young woman with curly reddish hair by the name of Karen responded. Karen had always been cool. "He's down in the holding cells..." She took a quick glance at Caleb. "...Dealing with one of the holdees. He said it wouldn't take long though, if you feel like waiting"
"Sure" I glanced over at Caleb. "Uh...this is the place. Warren and my brother live here, for the most part. Uh...there's some art on the walls over there..." I gestured to the walls of the hallway we were standing in, shrugging. "...That I don't know shit about. Andrew likes all that queer stuff. But yeah, this is where you want to be if you want to talk to Warren. Why do you wanna talk to Warren, anyway? I mean, are you just a big fan of his, or do you want to accuse him of being the next Hitler? Because trust me when I say that if it's the latter, he's just going to laugh at you and have you dragged off by security"
I had no idea why I'd done something so stupid. To take this guy, this strange guy, into my brother's home...I mean, I could have cared less what happened to that bastard Warren, but if he tried to hurt Andrew for whatever reason...
You'll bury the nearest sharp and lengthy object avaliable into his throat, ripping out his vocal cords and using them to string the violin they play at his funeral. Simple as that.