It looked like a knitting needle, a tool his mom used to use to crotchet items.
In one of their hands was a very long fine needle, that gleamed maliciously at him. Gerard was pondering what the third blackbird had meant by that when they turned around. The other two blackbirds were hovered over the cart, their hands blocking what they were actually doing. 'Something to help with the urination.' he said in a snarling voice.
They had a cart of tools with them, and Gerard craned his neck slightly to see.Īs they noticed he was awake, one of them spoke. When Gerard jolted awake next, there were already blackbirds surrounding him. A/N: All your questions will be answered.
