Chapter 7
I hate this room. They could do more to make it comfy, but then again it’s a conference room. I shouldn’t expect much.
Gloria sighed as she made her way around the oak table to one of the executive chairs closest to the whiteboard. There was a slide projector on the far end and every place at the table had a booklet held together by a plastic cover and slide. The first page had Armin’s mugshot.
Laura took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Without any way to tell time, a minute felt like an hour to her. She imagined herself outside walking around in the sunshine and feeling the breeze. The more she visualized the scene, the more her mind floated back to memory.
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I have no clue why she sent me here. Magic isn’t my thing.
A middle-aged man rubbed his flattop and made his way into the Ninth Circle. Upon crossing the threshold, he was met by a troll with smooth features and small tusks.
The left corner of the troll’s mouth turned up slightly, “Pitbull, what are you doing here? Flashpoint doesn’t usually get here until after 7. We just opened.”
Pitbull nodded his head as he held up one hand, “I know that, big guy. She’s gone missing, and I was wondering if you or anyone else saw her here a couple of nights ago.”
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Angie tried her best to keep her mind busy while waiting to be called and assigned a room. The feral had gone from sitting and fidgeting to pacing and scratching his arms. His head took turns jerking from one side to another as he walked from the entrance to the benches.
Krystal looked up at the feral, “Hey kid.”
He stopped and looked at Krystal, “Yeah?”
“I hate to say this, but if you don’t find a way to chill, I am going to have to tranq you, savy?”
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Longbow
Longbow stood looking out the window while sipping his coffee. He glanced over at Mims who was mixing batter for pancakes and then to his phone for any sign of Laura having responded, but there was nothing.
Mims poured the first quarter cup of batter into the iron skillet, “Haven’t heard from her yet?”
Longbow shook his head as he made his way back to the kitchen table where his laptop sat. He clicked his calendar and to-do lists. He answered two emails, refilled his cup, and was four-deep in his email responses when he heard Mims clear her throat.
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What is this place?
Armin wiped the blood from his maw. The hunger was rising again and overtaking his sense of caution. He tried to recall how many he had bitten without finishing them. He drew a blank. Looking around, he found a spot and began to dig a trench for the corpses he created. He reached for the third one; it stirred.
Shit, it’s a pup.
He quickly covered the trench and snatched the pup and placed him on his shoulders. He bolted through the forest to his lair.
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“Fresh pup? That sounds like I need to be housebroken or something.”
Gloria held her hand to her mouth, but the chuckle couldn’t be suppressed, “Well, in a way, it’s kind of like that.”
Angie threw her hands in the air, “Great, so where do we put the newspaper, and where are my bowls?”
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Ah, tunnels…
Love them or hate them, they are everywhere. From everyday travel to near-death experiences, tunnels will forever be a part of our lives. Gephyrophobia is the term for an irrational fear of tunnels. Yeah, I had to look that one up.
The burning question is, “How am I going to tackle this one?”
Prompt: The tunnel is the only way out.
This one is short, VERY short. 🙂
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This prompt is interesting. Why you ask? It can provoke many different short snippets from the mundane to the suspenseful.
I will admit the first time I read it, I pictured a small child constantly asking for a toy in a store until the parent got exasperated and bought it just to get the child to be quiet. I also got a darker impression of a demon coming to claim his end of the bargain only to find itself in an argument with the person who struck the deal. I had to think about this one.
Prompt: ‘Give me what I want and I’ll leave you alone.’
Gloria picked up the saw anew when her phone sounded.
“Hello?”
“Is the werewolf awake yet, Gloria?”
“Yes, she is in the shower now, trying to find out the moment she may have been turned, why?”
“She’s not the only one.”
Gloria rolled her eyes, “Of course, she’s not the only werewolf, chief. If she was, she’d be the sire.”
“That’s not what I mean. She’s not the only freshly turned. We have four more cases all over the city.”
Gloria stopped what she was doing, put down the saw, took her gloves off, and turned off the Bluetooth, “We haven’t had a case like this since…”
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House of Geek 