Beast Soul

Chapter 132 – New Plan

Moonside Neighborhood.

The old man, Peter, walked on the sidewalk, passing by multiple large and extravagant houses until he reached the front gate of a house with a modern architectural design. 

The exterior of the house seemed modern and futuristic, simultaneously providing the viewer with the feelings of warmth and coldness. It is the clean front that promises rest and comfort within the house, and at the same time, warns you about the sense of loneliness that modern architecture has morphed into these days. 

The old man slowly opened the front gate and stepped inside, walking on the marble panels that were floating on top of an enormous pond that flowed under it. The whole pathway might give others a magical feeling, as though they were entering a palace of dreams, but the old man walked over the panels with no care in the world, not even glancing down at the beautiful pond. 

He stepped onto the entrance and stood in front of an enormous black door that looked like a monolith that was sent from the future, and rang the doorbell.

Whoosh!

The door slowly opened within seconds after pushing the doorbell, and a beautiful woman appeared in front of the old man and gracefully bowed her head.

"Master is waiting for you in the living room, Mr. Baumann," The lady spoke in an elegant tone, not even raising her head and still staying in the same position with her head bowed down. 

Peter Baumann, the old man, nodded his head. "Thank you, Nichole.." He smiled wide as he spoke, revealing his gold teeth, and he patted the girl softly on her shoulder as he walked past her and entered the building.

The interior of the house was just as grand and vast as the exterior, with monolithic art pieces and large and long windows complimenting the white and clean interior design that would make people feel as though they were inside a spaceship.

The old man, Peter, walked through the building, not minding the large statues and art pieces and entered the living room where another old man sat near the fireplace in a white and black striped couch while wearing a large purple robe, his fingers rubbing against the wine glass that was filled to the brim with red wine, and his other hand carrying a cigar that hadn't been lit yet.

"Peter! How wonderful it is to see you again, my friend!" The old man stood up with a smile as soon as he saw Peter enter the room, stretching both his hands out with a joyous expression on his face.

A faint smile blossomed on Peter Baumann's face as he slowly walked towards the old man and accepted his embrace with a long and heavy sigh. 

The two men were extremely different in appearance. One gave off the impression of wealth and status, while the other seemed relatively poor and despondent. However, the two men did not seem to care about each other's appearance and what they might represent in a normal society as they embraced tightly. 

"It's been far too long, my friend.." The old man whispered softly as he patted on Peter's shoulder. "Far too long for a simple embrace!"

"You know you could always come on over to my place for a quick chat, right?" Peter said with a short chuckle, and the two men moved back. "It's funny that you mentioned it, because I was able to say the exact same thing!" The old man snickered as he lightly punched Peter's chest, and Peter chuckled in response.

"We can catch up on what we missed out later, old pal.." Peter tapped his shoulder as he spoke. "But first, we have to deal with the problem that I mentioned to you a few minutes ago." The old man turned his gaze around, rubbing his chin with a serious expression before opening his mouth to speak. "Right, the kids, if I remember correctly."

The old man, Henry, then walked over to another couch and sat down slowly, grabbing his wine glass and swiveling it slightly as Peter took the seat that was opposite to him. 

"Do you have any idea what the kids might be after?" Henry asked as he rubbed his long white beard, and Peter shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't seen them before in my life. This was the first time that I've seen them."

"They could be Carrick's students. He's working as a teacher right now if I recall." Henry scratched his ear and spoke with raised eyebrows. 

Peter nodded his head in response, "Could be his students. But that still doesn't answer why they broke into his home, though." He leaned forward, and his expression turned even more serious. "And you and I both know that we can't afford to have anyone enter into our homes to snoop around. You know that it's too dangerous, right?"

"I know, I know… you really don't have to remind me, Peter." Henry waved his hands in the air in a dismissive manner in response to Peter's words. His fingers once again rubbed against the wine glass, right after which he brought it close to his mouth and took a large sip, gulping down almost half of the wine inside the glass within one go.

"Hah!" Henry pulled the glass back and let out a long sigh before continuing his words. "It's just- it's just been way too long since we've done this, that I just thought we wouldn't have to do it again." 

He placed the wine glass on the glass table in front of him. "Maybe I was just being naive." He turned to look at Peter, asking for an answer, or perhaps he was hoping for words of encouragement, but all he got was silence.

"… I'll call the others." Henry said after a few more seconds of silence as he got up from his couch. "We'll be ready in ten minutes."

Peter nodded, but he said nothing.

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"What is up with these people? Why are they standing right outside someone else's house?" Alphonso squinted his eyes as he scanned the crowd. "Did you guys make sure that you weren't being monitored while you were breaking into the house?" Noah spoke from the couch with a weak voice, and everyone's attention turned to him. "I meant using your enhanced abilities." He clarified.

"I couldn't find anyone nearby. But then again, my senses aren't exactly that powerful either. So I could've only ended up covering a short distance of the surroundings." Max replied with a soft voice. 

The others couldn't even reply, as they all had only recently awakened their powers. "Well, I guess we have to figure out a way to get out of this situation.." Noah clicked his tongue as he began to think.

"You think they might have already seen us breaking and entering?" Max whispered softly under his breath as he glanced back and forth at the window and Noah. 

 "The expressions on these motherf*cker's faces make me think that they mean business!" Harold said as he peeked through the curtains once again and briefly looked at the small crowd gathered outside Mr. Carrick's house. "So yeah, I definitely think that somebody saw at least one of us entering the house."

"They won't try to break into the house just to get us, will they?" Gerald asked. 

"They won't have to, if they figure out that the lock on the front door has already been broken." Harold said as he glanced at Noah, and the others followed his gaze, staring at him. 

"I had to be quick, okay…" Noah clicked his tongue as he rubbed his forehead. "I didn't expect to get caught up in a situation like this!"

"What's the situation in the backyard?" Max asked and Gerald shook his head. "No way out there either. They've circled the entire house."

"F*ck! Don't tell me that we're f*cked?" Harold groaned with anger and frustration as he sat down on the couch right next to Noah. 

"We should probably head down the secret tunnel!" Alphonso said as he pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and everyone turned to look at him. 

"What the f*ck do we do after we head down the tunnel, dumba**? Don't tell me that you're planning on camping down there for all eternity?" Harold said with a snort as he yelled at Alphonso.

"Nobody's saying that we have to camp down there, alright? Don't misinterpret my words. I'm not that dumb!" Alphonso clicked his tongue with a dissatisfied expression on his face as he stared at Harold. 

"Well then, what is your plan, Phonzi?" Gerald asked Alphonso with a curious gaze, and Max shifted his gaze towards him. 

"Ehem! We all know that the secret tunnel leads to an underground cavern that is ridiculously large, right?" Alphonso let out a fake cough for dramatic purposes and spoke with a grin on his face, which only made Harold squint his eyebrows. 

But soon, as Alphonso continued to explain his plan, Harold's eyes widened with surprise, and so did the eyes of the rest of the group.

Could this actually work?