"Don't. Move." He repeats it again, for a final time, before shifting the crossbow into one hand to free up the other.
He reaches into his coat pocket, hastily pulls out a flashlight, and clicks it on with a push of his thumb. He aims the light directly at Stan's eyes, first one, then the other, and all the while he keeps that arrow pointed right between his brows.
After a moment he falters, cringes. His shoulders slump then tense right back up as if whatever he just saw brought him both relief and trepidation.
"Stan." God, but it was really him. Actually him.
Ford doesn't know how he found this place, or why he even decided to come. He suspects it has something to do with that message he left him, and he finds himself regretting ever making that late-night call in the first place. If he had known it would bring his brother here, drag him into all of this, he never would have made it.
He realizes he's been standing there staring like a fool, and he shakes his head to clear his mind. In the process he makes his already unkempt hair even more unruly, but his appearance is one of the last of his worries right now.
"Stan, turn around. Get back in your car, and keep driving until you are as far away from here as possible."
He shouldn't be here. It's not safe. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here.
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He reaches into his coat pocket, hastily pulls out a flashlight, and clicks it on with a push of his thumb. He aims the light directly at Stan's eyes, first one, then the other, and all the while he keeps that arrow pointed right between his brows.
After a moment he falters, cringes. His shoulders slump then tense right back up as if whatever he just saw brought him both relief and trepidation.
"Stan." God, but it was really him. Actually him.
Ford doesn't know how he found this place, or why he even decided to come. He suspects it has something to do with that message he left him, and he finds himself regretting ever making that late-night call in the first place. If he had known it would bring his brother here, drag him into all of this, he never would have made it.
He realizes he's been standing there staring like a fool, and he shakes his head to clear his mind. In the process he makes his already unkempt hair even more unruly, but his appearance is one of the last of his worries right now.
"Stan, turn around. Get back in your car, and keep driving until you are as far away from here as possible."
He shouldn't be here. It's not safe. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here.