The Prophet of Starfall: Episode 22

“A public spectacle?” Elizabeth repeated.

“Yes, Ms. Hayes. It has been proven that when meta humans get involved, the situation tends to escalate,” Prescott explained.

“What if I am unable to leave this alone? I tend to get singularly focused on things, almost to the point of obsession,” Nathan asked although he already knew the answer.

“Then my company will be forced to intercede on behalf of my client and his request to keep this investigation out of the public eye,” Prescott replied.

“Is that a threat?” Elizabeth asked as she stepped forward, her hand moving towards her pistol.

“No, no. If all goes as I hope, this will be the last time we speak. I’m simply giving you a word of advice. Your. . .,” Prescott paused searching for the words, “. . .red sky in the morning, if you will.”

“Pleasure,” he added before turning and walking to a waiting car.

“The nerve of that guy making threats!” Elizabeth growled.

Nathan paused and said, “Maybe he’s right.”

“What?” Elizabeth snapped. “You’re just going to roll over?”

“My interference could drastically affect the outcome of this investigation. Perhaps it would be wise just to go back home and leave this to the police,” Nathan suggested.

Elizabeth stared at Nathan for a moment then asked,

“You’re serious?”

“Yep,” Nathan replied. “Lately, I haven’t been feeling well, and maybe I’m just chasing ghosts. I think I need to go lie down. A nice long nap will do me good.”

For a moment, Elizabeth eyed Nathan suspiciously then said,

“All right. If that’s the way you want to go, I’ll leave you to it. But, listen. Jericho asked me to keep an eye on you, so let’s meet up later.”

“I’ll call you,” Nathan said.

Elizabeth spread her wings and shot into the air. When she was well out of sight, Nathan climbed aboard his motorcycle and headed for Crescent Bay University, home of the Fighting Stingray’s and the last place Daniel Lincoln was seen alive.

* * *

The campus of Crescent Bay University was buzzing with students, running to class or sprawled out under the spreading oaks in groups, talking and laughing. Near the corner where Nathan parked his bike, some beefy guys were throwing a football while a tall, lean man grilled up hamburgers.

Nathan stood still, taking it all in. The smell of the sizzling meat was enticing. He never had the chance to go to college, and from what he saw around him, he had really missed out.

“You look like you could use a beer,” the man cooking the meat said. He reached toward Nathan with a cold beer, water droplets slowly working their way down the metal.

“No, thank you,” Nathan said with a smile.

“What about you, Miss?” the man asked, offering the beverage to someone behind Nathan.

“Thanks, but no,” Elizabeth said as Nathan turned around to meet her eyes.

“Liar,” Elizabeth accused.

Nathan noticed that her gun belt was gone and her wings were tucked behind her.

“I wanted to speak with a psychologist about my insomnia,” Nathan lied.

“Can it, Nathan! You wanted me to go home where it was safe and. . . what? Do my nails? Truth is you’re far more fragile than I am, so if anyone needs to go home, it’s you!” Elizabeth argued.

“I’ll be fine,” Nathan said heading towards the main building.

“Fine?” Elizabeth asked, walking alongside him. “Compared to me, buddy, you’re a porcelain doll.”

As they crossed the campus, the guys with the football stopped the game to whistle at Elizabeth.

“I understand you ditched the gun belt because this is a university campus, but it’s going to be hard to blend in with you wearing that skintight body suit,” Nathan said.

“What? It reduces wind resistance,” Elizabeth explained. “It’s not my fault I look amazing in it.”

“Well at least I know they won’t be looking at me,” Nathan said.

Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh.

* * *

Once inside the main building, Nathan didn’t hesitate. He walked past teachers and students as if he’d been there many times before. Turning left, he headed down a long hallway then paused just as a student came out of a classroom, his arms loaded with books.

“Excuse me,” the student said as he struggled to keep a grip on the small library he was carrying.

A few more turns and Nathan came to a door locked with a key pad. He punched in six digits, opened the door and turned on the lights. The large room was filled with sinks, workbenches, and garbage cans and had a wide drain in the floor. A shelf opposite the door held stacks of chemicals and beakers. Nathan stopped in the doorway and slowly looked around.

“Are we going in?” Elizabeth asked.

“No need,” Nathan said. “The police will be here soon, and I don’t want to disturb anything.”

“You think the killer was here?” Elizabeth asked.

Nathan closed his eyes for a moment then opened them.

“Nope. Just Lincoln and the other members of the custodial staff. One of them is having an affair with a teacher,” he said.

When Nathan flipped off the light, Elizabeth glanced over the darkened room then asked,

“In there? Yuck!”

She let the automatic door close and followed Nathan through the maze of hallways to the building’s front entrance.

Campus walking traffic was still heavy as people crossed the grounds from every direction. A group of students had settled down at one of the stone tables under an oak and was eating lunch. Suddenly a teacher approached the group and began scolding one of the students.

“What teacher is having the affair?” Elizabeth asked.

“That one,” Nathan said pointing to the angry teacher.

“Not only is she sleeping with Harris, one of the janitors, but she’s also having an affair with one of her students,” Nathan explained.

“Wow!” Elizabeth reacted.

“Imagine how her husband will feel when he finds out in two weeks,” Nathan sighed.

Elizabeth frowned and shook her head in sorrow as they walked back to the bike.

“What about we—.”

Nathan stopped when he realized Elizabeth was no longer beside him. He turned around and saw her a few yards back watching a group of students gathered in a circle.

Elizabeth was clenching and unclenching her fists as Nathan walked up.

“What is it?” he asked.

“That guy in the middle. He’s tormenting that student we saw in the hallway a few minutes ago, and everybody’s just standing around laughing.”

“It’s not our place to interfere,” Nathan pointed out as he tried to keep his mind focused on the mystery.

“Fine! I’ll just break him in half!” Elizabeth said.

“Wait,” Nathan advised, “I’ll handle it.”

He and Elizabeth walked over to the crowd. The young student’s books were strewn across the grass, and every time he picked up one of the books, the bully mocked him and knocked it out of his hands.

Nathan stood watching until the bully noticed him.

“What’s your problem?” the bully asked.

“Nothing, Trevor,” Nathan said.

“I know you?” Trevor asked.

Nathan shook his head no.

“Wait a minute. I know that guy,” one of Trevor’s friends said, pointing to Nathan. “He’s been on TV. And the chick with him, she’s one too.”

“Chick?” Elizabeth snapped and started towards them.

Nathan held up his hand, holding Elizabeth at bay.

“See now the lady here would very much like to snap you into pieces, but I told her you could be spoken to rationally, like an adult,” Nathan said. “Isn’t that right,. . .Bunny.”

Trevor froze and his skin went pale.

“Who told you about that name?” Trevor asked.

“No one. I just know a lot. Like what happened when you were doing squats in the gym, or what you’re deathly afraid of, or what show is your guilty pleasure.”

Nathan leaned in and whispered,

“Or why your uncle called you Bunny.”

Trevor’s face suddenly went from white panic to flush with anger.

He threw a wild punch at Nathan only to have Elizabeth catch his fist. Trevor winched in pain as Elizabeth slowly tightened her grip.

Nathan heard Trevor’s hand begin to crack and said,

“Now do me a favor. Leave Mr. Price here alone. Would you?”

Trevor nodded and cried out, “Okay. Okay”

When Elizabeth released his hand, Nathan advised,

“You really should take that hand to the hospital.”

As Trevor and his friends ran off and the crowd dissipated, Nathan turned to help Price collect his books.

“Thank you,” Price said.

“No problem, Ethan,” Nathan said.

“Maybe you should get a bag for those,” Elizabeth suggested.

“I will. I just can’t afford one right now,” Ethan explained.

“Ask Susan in your American Lit class. She’ll be more than willing to help you,” Nathan winked.

“Really?” Ethan asked with excitement.

“Really,” Nathan replied.

As they left behind the smiling boy, Elizabeth asked,

“Who’s Susan?”

“Susan Frost is a girl from Ethan’s high school who currently shares several classes with him. She’s been crazy about him for years, but he’s always thought she didn’t know he existed.”

“That’s nice,” Elizabeth said. “Good job, Nathan. Where to now?”

“Lincoln’s home,” Nathan replied.

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