... traveling. So… whatever. It was as good a lead as any. Strangely, he noticed the feeling growing stronger as he approached the Flock of Fury's headquarters.
That was when he saw Zoe Aves taking out the trash.
She had just finished putting all the blankets and "tools" away, and had wiped up all the sweat and fluids. Now she was doing this to make the house look nice for when her mother and grandmother when they got home this evening.
Django saw the necklace around her neck. That's new… he thought.
Wait… Oh… Oh my God… that's it! Oh my God! Jesus Christ! Shit! OH MY GOD! Why, Zoe, why was it you? Oh God! What did you do? Oh My God! Oh Jesus Christ! What the hell happened! SHIT! AAAAHHHH!
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Django repeated, his mind breaking down, as he ran across the street. He yanked the necklace off the back of Zoe's neck and ran away as fast as he could.
"Ow!" she shouted, stumbling back. "…Django! What the hell!"
"I'M… SO… SORRY!" Django cried as he ran away, his guitar dragging on the ground.
Suddenly, Zoe bent over, clutching her head. She just got hit with a massive wave of headache pains, though she didn't know why. ...