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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,

Bran thought he had a general idea of how to get back to the warehouse, or at least he hoped he did. He was fairly confident in his sense of direction as well as his memory, and if he could recall the proper markers and towns then he was sure he could find his way back. He was running through the route in his mind to help himself remember it, but once they neared Bellum and he caught sight of the fire, everything else was forgotten. Immediately he tensed, his own experiences with fire not being positive, but he refused to succumb to his childhood fears. Then the doors opened, he got out along with Gabby and Will to get a better look at what was happening.

The building was on fire, all thick smoke and roaring flames that he just couldn't look away from. Then some fucking inhuman arm shot out like it was reaching for something, and then whatever it was took the entire building down with it. Bran didn't believe in the devil, but he wouldn't have been surprised if the creature had been some kind of ancient evil taking out its wrath on what had once been their building.

Then it hit him - Bellum was gone, and that meant Erik was probably gone along with it. He sucked in his breath sharply at the thought, shaking his head numbly as if it would make a difference. "What the fuck," he hissed under his breath, not really expecting a response.