Page 58 of Wild Fire


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  “Hurry up Ms. Prudence.” Marshall said as he helped me over a large stump.

  “I would love to hurry Marshall I just wish that I knew where I was going.” I laughed as I felt his arms tightly around my waist.

  “You are in good hands. I promise not to drop you.” He led me another few feet and I felt the smooth body of my Bentley and ran my hands up the sides of the car. I could feel dirt on my fingers.

  “Remind me to stop at a car wash once we head back.” I said rubbing the dirt off on my jeans.

  I heard the passenger door open and Marshall helped me inside. He walked around and got in on the driver’s side of the car and turned on the ignition.

  “I don’t get to do this often.” He laughed as he pulled out of the awkward parking spot.

  “What do you mean?” I asked wishing I could pull the blindfold off my face.

  “I have not left the camp since I got here. To get to leave twice in one week, this is wonderful.” He said joyfully.

  “Can I take this off yet?” I asked reaching for the black cloth covering my eyes.

  “Yeah of course.” He put his foot on the gas and we took off.

  “Thank you.” I said blinking at the brightness of the sun.

  “Ms. Prudence can I ask you something?” He said as the road began to curve.

  “Of course Marshall, anything.” I closed my eyes this boys driving was going to scare the piss out of me.

  “When will they get here?” He asked me and I was taken by surprise.

  “Who?” I looked over at him.

  “The group of Purebloods.” He smiled at me.

  “How did you know about that?” I asked him raising my eyebrows.

  “Ms. Prudence I am far more in tuned with what is going on here. Do you really think that the Reaper was getting to Wesley without a little help?” His eyes shot over at me. He was far from a dumb little boy. This man was as smart as a fox.

  “What Reaper?” I looked at him and gave him a warning sign. “Marshall how about you pull over I think I would like to drive my car.” I demanded. He did as told and we got out.

  I yanked him down a short incline to an area of the forest that was uninhabited. There were no creatures and as I scanned the area around us I felt as if not even an animal was in ear shot.

  “What do you know?” I put my arms across my chest.

  “I know I don’t belong here.” He said his eyes hard. “I was brought here against my will. The only reason I stay is for my sister.”

  “Lilly said something about your sister the other night.” I felt a sudden rush of wind.

  “There is magic that I cannot explain going on here.” He pointed around him. “Nobody knew of this Priestess then suddenly out of nowhere it’s all that they talk about.”

  “What do you think of that?” I asked my eyes baring into his.

  “I think that the Demons have stepped foot into the war. I think that Heaven and Hell are opening their gates and more sooner than later Armageddon is going to be unleashed on the world.” He motioned with his hands like the world was exploding.

  “You think this will be the end of the world?” I wanted to laugh. Mind you the boy had the right idea, his theory was just way off.

  “I think you are one of the four horsemen.” I broke out into hysterics. He looked at me confused. “I mean it. I think you are the rider of the pale horse.”

  “Marshall you make me laugh.” I patted him on the shoulder.

  “You want Wesley for some reason. The way you look at him. He knows you.” Marshall smiled as the fear spread across my face.

  “What is he to you?” He asked me sharply.

  This was too much to bare. Marshall knew that I had other reasons for being at the camp. He knew that I wanted to take Wesley with me. He just did not know who I am.

  “Beware the false prophecy’s ma’am.” He said and I took a step towards him.

  “What prophecies?” I asked. He knew he had hit a nerve.

  “They have one on the inside at the other camp. Masked his mind so that the Angel in charge was unable to pull anything from him.” Marshall pulled on his shirt. “I tried to warn them. Before they brought me here.”

  “How do you know this?” I asked him.

  “I am the goffer boy. They send me to do things and I just hear stuff. Not to mention before you got here I was working for Lilly as her lackey. That is how I got to you in the first place.” Marshall put his hands on his hips.

  “So you are telling me that you are not supposed to be here?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Almost as I’m sure you aren’t.” He bit his bottom lip.

  “So how did you wind up here?” I couldn’t drop cover even for a second. So what he guessed that I wasn’t on the same side as Miranda but at the same time he had no clue that I was the Fire Warden.

  “My family and I were coming in from Newport heading towards Missouri. They say there is a small town out there that houses all sorts of beings. They were calling it a safe house.” He looked at the sky. I fought to keep a straight face.

  “What do you know about this place?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

  “We ran into this guy at a gas station. He looked at us and mentioned about my mother’s eyes. They are aquamarine oddly and it really intrigued him. He told us about this place we were heading but he didn’t say where it was. All he said was as soon as we got close enough a group of girls would escort us to the camp.” He frowned. “We never made it. Half way there we got hijacked by John and his lackey girlfriend. They killed my father for not complying and have kept my mother locked up in one of those wooden cells in the camp.”

  “So what are you doing there?” I asked. He was far too willing to share this information which made me giddy to ask for more.

  “Waiting. I think if I wait long enough someone will come and rescue us. However, as each day passes I think more and more that they aren’t coming. That was until today when I heard her say that there was a group headed this way.” He smiled. “I just want to get out of there.”

  “I do not understand.” I ran my fingers through my short blonde hair dropping all royalty in the process.

  “What do you not understand?” He questioned me his eye brows narrowing.

  “How you can come to any of these conclusions. I don’t quite understand you shouldn’t know any of this.” I squeaked.

  “The question is am right?” He asked.

  I threw up my hands and turned to walk away.

 
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