Post by Edward Cullen on Feb 23, 2013 9:21:15 GMT -5
Methuen, Weston, Capistrano, Jagoe: a winding trail that had been drawn, one that meandered among cities with no apparent purpose. The ultimate goal, however, was easy to tell, a journey southerly. It would not be a straight course. There appeared to be a main highlighted path that ran from Melville, Saskatchewan east for about two hundred miles, then southeast farther, and finally it turned southwest and landed around Abcaq, Texas. The puzzling part was not the change in direction, or even the seemingly random path, it was the fact that several routes had branched off of this main highlighted one. As though someone had let a child go crazy with a blue pen. After a quick moment Edward realized that what had appeared to be a mangled millipede was really a series of routes that left the main trail, leading—as always—South.
Stranger still were the cities that had been circled: Bloomfield, Niwot, Derby, the list could go on and on. Some had been underlined, others had a tiny question mark beside them. What lay in these cities? Were they former residences, areas with high feeding counts, or he puzzled suspiciously, were they the homes of her allies?
The old adage, "keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer" was a fact that had previously had no bearing on his life. Edward had no friends, besides his family. He did however find that he was rapidly accumulating enemies, a fact that didn't trouble him as much as it should have. Enemies were items one could take their anger out upon without appearing psychotic. While he tried to find a path that would get him as close to Victoria as possible, so he could kill her, Edward tried to remember more about her. Whether or not she had a talent, past, or special creation would be vital to his hunt.
Stranger still were the cities that had been circled: Bloomfield, Niwot, Derby, the list could go on and on. Some had been underlined, others had a tiny question mark beside them. What lay in these cities? Were they former residences, areas with high feeding counts, or he puzzled suspiciously, were they the homes of her allies?
The old adage, "keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer" was a fact that had previously had no bearing on his life. Edward had no friends, besides his family. He did however find that he was rapidly accumulating enemies, a fact that didn't trouble him as much as it should have. Enemies were items one could take their anger out upon without appearing psychotic. While he tried to find a path that would get him as close to Victoria as possible, so he could kill her, Edward tried to remember more about her. Whether or not she had a talent, past, or special creation would be vital to his hunt.
