Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Tim stared at the board in front of him. 
There were several possible locations where the gunmen could be hiding at. He had them all mapped out and labeled with red string connecting several coordinates. He would use pictures too, but he knew that Danny might see and he didn't want the kid doing anything that could put him in danger, so everything would have to remain in written form.
He glances at where his phone was laying before letting out a sigh. He really should update the chat, but he had been putting it off since yesterday. The rest of the day had been spent trying to keep Danny calm and getting him to eat something. That was how Tim had discovered that those containers that Alfred had been leaving for the kid had been mostly just soups and healthy smoothies of some kind. It reminded him of things he had seen and felt during ....whatever that was. He hadn't just glimpsed at Danny's past. He had felt it as if it was his own. In fact, if his will had been any weaker, he would have been convinced it was his own memories. What a frightening power. For just a moment, Tim had almost lost his entire identity in the experience, and that was terrifying to think about now that he actually had a chance to.
But the point was that he remembered a moment when his throat had hurt as if it had been injured, or he hadn't used it in a long time. The fact that Danny was refusing to eat anything solid only made Tim feel like he was on to something there. Had something happened to his throat? They really needed to do a medical exam of some sort with this kid but Tim wasn't sure how to go about that without scaring Danny. If those memories were any indication at all, someone had hurt Danny a lot. Treated him as if he weren't human or sentient. Tim distinctly heard some voices calling Danny an it. A thing. Something that would 'infect' them. And there had been several voices, none of which Tim recognized. But what did Danny have or do that made them scared he would infect them?
And that scar on Danny's face didn't look like the kind you got in a fight. It looked like a surgical scare of some kind. Straight, and calculated. The theory that Danny was an illegal experiment of some kind had Tim seeing red. Who could do that to a kid? How could they?
His phone buzzed again, making him sigh. He really should answer that. Giving vague answers and responses that he was 'all right' weren't going to keep them at bay for long. They had questions, but Tim didn't like the answers.
Movie-Banned:
I said I don't know
All Tim said is that he was rlly thin
Like he was starving
I'mabad*****youcan'tkillme:
Yeah well idiot isn't answering his phone
So something must have happened
I-Know-Your-Browsing-History:
Aw, you do care Jay
That's nice
I'mabad*****youcan'tkillme:
I'm not going to dignify that with a response
Glowstick:
I mean, you kinda just did?
You're so invested now Jay lol
I'mabad*****youcan'tkillme:
Wanna try that again?
I'll snap you so you fit your username
Disco Freak:
Children children behave
ok srsly
Who changed it this time?!
And why Disco Freak of all things?
I-Know-Your-Browsing-History:
One word:
Discowing
Disco Freak:
We don't bring up Discowing
That is a forbidden topic
Movie-Banned:
lol
No-Brain-Cells:
Oh we can absolutely talk about Discowing
I still have photos if anyone wants em
I'mabad*****youcan'tkillme:
What do you know about the kid