AEON Paradox| Chapter Eleven: Ghosts

Start from the Beginning

Booker Augustus Joyce, the third, lived up to his namesake. Awkwardly tall, well dressed and bespectacled, he leaned over his cereal bowl, spoon hovering in suspension in front of his mouth as wide blue eyes gazed, frozen, on the television as it played the morning news cycle.

His grip slipped as the name of the reported person responsible for the explosion that blacked out half of Orcrest the night before flashed across the screen. Milk droplets dribbled and splashed, his trance temporarily broken as he looked down, grimacing at the stains on his waistcoat as he hastily wiped it away, eyes snapping back to the screen as a lump formed in his throat.

There was no way! Ruby Fox? Of all the ghosts of his past. He ran his hands through his long blond hair, yet to be styled in its usual bun atop his head. It was not a name he had thought of in some time and certainly not what he expected to wake up to on the morning news cycle before work.

He turned up the volume, watching the scenes of the destroyed apartment building rolling across the screen before flashing to a different location at the front of a shitty looking house and a bloodied, dark-haired woman being led into the back of a Sentinel armoured van in cuffs.