The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End 3

Patrick turned away from the other man and looked at the school for a minute, “The time has not come for us to meet yet, old Friend, but you know the time is near.” He looks up through the trees at the crystal blue skies above, not saying anything just enjoying the small beams of sun that cut their way through the trees. He turned back around knowing that the other would not be there when he did so, he was right. He stood there, the animal life beginning to come back, and a slight breeze began to blow stirring the dead leaves that lay around him. They rose up from the forest floor and whirled like a small tornado in front of him, a voice so soft no mortal ear would have heard it, “Our time is coming soon, Old Friend. Watch for my servants, the ones yet to come will not be as easily delt with as these were.” Patrick watched and listened, once the words were said the breeze eased up letting the leaves fall back to the forest floor. He stood there for a few more minutes before turning on his heal again, this time he was gone as fast and silently as the other.

The chief could be heard all the way outside when the officer reported that Mr. Katz was gone already. He turned and stormed back into the office, “Is that damn woman awake yet. I want Katz back here right now,” he roared as he burst through the door startling Carl and the other people in the room. Carl stood and opened the top drawer, got a faculty phonebook, and tossed it at the chief, “He is new,” carl said as he stared down the chief, “If the school has his contact information it will be in there. If it isn’t then you will have to do some real police work and locate him.” Ignoring the chiefs reddening face he knelt and turned his attention back to the secretary.

One of the officers came running in and whispered in the chiefs, the chief began to sweat, “You got to be shitting me,” he growled through clenched teeth causing the reporting officer to fall back a few steps. “Well damn, chief, what you expect with all these people shot up.” The chief stood there counting under his breath to try and calm down, when his color reached near normal, he left the room. Putting his hat on he stepped out the door where the news crews stood impatiently waiting for some answers. The chief held his hands up and called for silence stating that no questions would be answered until then. The reporters fell silent and he began to give a brief and uninformative speech. A large black raven flew over the crowd and landed on the roof of the school, it looked around with its golden yellow eyes before letting out an ear-piercing Caw. The chief stumbled over his words for a second looking up at the bird scowling. He went back to the press conference and no one had noticed that more the sound of more crows cawing came from deep in the woods.