Knights Against the Night Part 15

Mars was worrying about Beano.

Well, to be honest he worried about just about everything, but Beano was the only thing he had left that mattered anymore.

The younger Ted had gone a bit crazy, but then he had started out a little bit crazy.

The workshop wanted them to let go of the past, which was great, but Beano wouldn't. Mars didn't want to forget either, but as opposed to being stuck here all the time?

Mars wasn't cut out to be a teacher, and he wasn't sure he wanted to teach the approved material. He knew if they put Beano up in front of a class he would start in on all the stuff he thought they needed to know.

Mars didn't know why the kids wasn't getting taught everything they knew about the Dark, but Beano didn't approve.

Beano always had to know, Beano needed to know everything. He had to be in control.

Beano was strange. Mars knew this. A Ted could never be in complete control of everything, a Ted was rarely in control of anything. It was an aspect of their jobs, their duties.

James had been a wonderful kid, there was no doubt about that, but he had possibly been one of the most out of control kids Mars had ever heard of.

There hadn't been much they could do.

Mars still saw the fire in his dreams.

Beano had nightmares, not the same nightmares, whatever Beano saw in his dreams, he kept silent on. But there was a dark look in his eyes on those mornings, and Beano wouldn't stray far.

It was difficult.

Beano was curled into his side, tugging on darkened fur, making him ache.

Mars stared into the distance.

He felt trapped. They couldn't leave. If they left they would be blacklisted, assumed to be lost to the dark.

They had been too close, lost in the dark, lost in revenge, it had taken all of Mars' cunning and willpower to make it back to the workshop. Beano had fought him nearly every step of the way.

But now, Mars didn't know what to do. Beano didn't want to heal. Beano didn't seem to understand something had broken. His sense of right and wrong was twisted, his trust almost completely broken.

Sometimes Mars wondered what they had done to his mouse in the dark, but most days he couldn't bear to think about it.