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[b][code]The Reid Farmhouse - Garage[/code][/b]
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"That’s so cool, can you walk through walls like ghosts do in the movies? Wow.” For the first time, Nate was surprised to find someone at least [i]somewhat[/i] impressed by his new trick, his 'abstraction' as it was supposed to be called. To what extent it lay, he wasn't too sure. "Probably," he gave a shrug towards RIen, "Though I'm not too sure on if I can float around and stick goo everywhere. Not sure people would take too kindly to that-"

"Ha ha," someone else remarked - Jordan, the dark-skinned girl who walked with a bit of a limp - maybe that was why she'd taken such a dull tone to his remark, with her own footing and all? "“I dunno dude, it looks a little fake. We should probably just stick with the sheet," at least Billy hadn't been such a killjoy about it - the guy even seemed a little amused by the suggestion, or maybe it was the fact he'd stuck his foot in the ground. "A sheet?" Nate shot back, laying the faux-incredulity thick, "Nah, c'mon - you gotta be really edgy these days, just throw on a clown mask or a bag with a GoPro stuck on top and you're good." 

One of the others, Kimberly - dark-haired girl with glasses, took the initiative and went up ahead with her phone - prompting him to whip out his own device and use the flashlight app to get a better view as he followed suit with the others. A pickup that had seen better days... a muscle-wagon that had [i]definitely[/i] seen better days, with both wheels and engine absent and about a dozen or more sets of rusty old tools left lying around that gave him the vibe of one of his old man's garage haunts from when he used to get dragged along on a business trip - Mister Ward was, after all, a fan of what he thought of as 'good cars', this kind counted among them. So was Quent, for that matter.

At any rate, Nate wasn't sure if this guy was going for a rustic backwoods vibe or was actually a genuine grease-monkey who'd left this stuff to rot. This whole 'guardian' thing by itself was a clusterfuck to make sense of. Kimberly made a fair suggestion on checking out the cars - maybe there was something in the glove compartment? Billy had quickly dove headfirst into the muscle car, in the process complaining about what a piece of shit it was and that the whole thing was stripped bare, finally catching what he could only assume was the release lever for the trunk. [i]Huh. Guess these old cars don't need electronics to unlock.[/i]

Kimberly not-so-subtly urged them to get a move on - Nate idly wandered around with the torch, peering into the occasional nook or cranny here and there, trying to spy anything of use to no avail. They got into a conversation about this John Reid guy being one of [i]those[/i] dads who liked to get their hands on cars - so he had a daughter? That would've sucked for her, coming back home to find out her old man was dead. Nate knew that feeling from the opposite side of the coin, near enough - nobody deserved it, not like that. Even if it was the other way around, Nate still wouldn't have wanted it, for all the problems he had with his dad...

"Guys, I got something!" He spun around, catching Kim and Jordan with a colletion of photographs in hand. Stepping in close, with his phone's light at the ready to help illuminate the scene, he leaned in to get a glimpse of his own. 

A key, bundled with some [i]old[/i] photographs - the kind that looked to date at least thirty years or more, all the way back to the 80s. A lot of them were of highschoolers by the looks of it - many of their faces had been crossed off with a red marker. [i]Definitely a backwoods killer vibe.[/i] 

[b][code]THE PAST IS DEAD, AND SO ARE[/code] [u][code]THEY[/code][/u][/b]

[i]"What is this?[/i]

It was a line which they were all probably reading out in their heads. 

“This is just a shot in the dark, but the weird god child said something about a previous generation of Awakened,” Rien pointed to the last photograph. “Do you think that’s them?”

"I guess, it could be," Nate nodded, inclined to agree with them, "But what's with the creepy serial killer vibe? If these guys - they were all like us, powers and shit, what happened to them? Why are they dead?" Truthfully, it made his gut sink just a little. "It looks too old for Cousin Reese's murder-spree to have happened, and that isn't the guy's style, right? He's all smash-smash stab-stab, but he stops to mark these guys off? No, this isn't right. Someone else has been doing this - maybe the same person who killed this John Reid guy?"