Wonder City Stories II #63
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wonder_cityDefinitely a Boojum
Where the fuck did he go? Megan said through the link.
This way! Simon said, and everyone paying attention could smell slightly scorched spandex and male sweat, with a number of overtones none of them could identify, but I could feel Simon's translation: fear, rage, hope, desperation, frustration.
Meteor shrank down to about ten feet tall so as to follow Simon, since she'd lost her aerial view of the killer in the shadows almost immediately.
Down this street? Megan said, skidding around the corner after the much tighter cornering of the wolf. But this is...
Sator's, Watson said. He's gone to Sator's. Don't you remember him?
For the second time that night, Megan had a bitter taste of memory that I had to filter and poke her out of. C'mon, girl, no time for expository flashbacks, I said.
They paused outside the door of Sator's, which was neatly closed. Simon listened.
"Sator! Sator!" Camerabro was bellowing, moving away from them into the store.
"What is it?" came an irritated reply, and I could feel, via Watson and Megan, that it was Sator's voice.
"It's all gone to shit," Camerabro said. "Instead of just the kids and the dog, there was a spandex ambush."
I could hear Megan thinking, NOT spandex, very loudly. Meteor shot her a hateful look.
"And so you've come here expecting what exactly?" Sator said, and his voice was a silken-smooth growl.
"Enough power to get you what you need!" the cameraman said. "You wanted one more soul. I can get it for you. But first I need what you promised me."
"Were you followed?" Sator demanded.
Meteor started forward, but Simon said, No, wait, and kept listening.
"Damn you, give me what you promised!" the killer shouted. Then he moderated his tone: "I'll go get a soul for you. Three souls. Six souls. I'll bring them all to you! There are so many girls out there in this city, so many with soft throats and powers that bounce off me. I can kill them all."
"Were you followed?" Sator said.
"I'll bring you more souls than you can count," the man said, "just give me what you promised and I'll go out and get them for you."
Sator said, his tone hard as diamond, "You brought them here, you fool, you hopeless excuse for a human. And now I shall have to kill them myself."
"I'll do it!" Camerabro shrieked, and the shop was oozing the scent of terror now. "I'll take care of them...!"
"I don't think so," Sator said, his voice matter-of-fact. "I only need one soul, and yours is as good as any."
I didn't have time to shield myself much, but I managed to shield everyone else in the link from the mind-searing death that went with the most horrible scream Simon, Megan, Meteor, and I had ever heard torn from a human throat.
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Note from the Author:
YES! You all did it! If you do it again (ten comments), I'll post a THIRD new episode on Saturday!
Vote for WCS!
Where the fuck did he go? Megan said through the link.
This way! Simon said, and everyone paying attention could smell slightly scorched spandex and male sweat, with a number of overtones none of them could identify, but I could feel Simon's translation: fear, rage, hope, desperation, frustration.
Meteor shrank down to about ten feet tall so as to follow Simon, since she'd lost her aerial view of the killer in the shadows almost immediately.
Down this street? Megan said, skidding around the corner after the much tighter cornering of the wolf. But this is...
Sator's, Watson said. He's gone to Sator's. Don't you remember him?
For the second time that night, Megan had a bitter taste of memory that I had to filter and poke her out of. C'mon, girl, no time for expository flashbacks, I said.
They paused outside the door of Sator's, which was neatly closed. Simon listened.
"Sator! Sator!" Camerabro was bellowing, moving away from them into the store.
"What is it?" came an irritated reply, and I could feel, via Watson and Megan, that it was Sator's voice.
"It's all gone to shit," Camerabro said. "Instead of just the kids and the dog, there was a spandex ambush."
I could hear Megan thinking, NOT spandex, very loudly. Meteor shot her a hateful look.
"And so you've come here expecting what exactly?" Sator said, and his voice was a silken-smooth growl.
"Enough power to get you what you need!" the cameraman said. "You wanted one more soul. I can get it for you. But first I need what you promised me."
"Were you followed?" Sator demanded.
Meteor started forward, but Simon said, No, wait, and kept listening.
"Damn you, give me what you promised!" the killer shouted. Then he moderated his tone: "I'll go get a soul for you. Three souls. Six souls. I'll bring them all to you! There are so many girls out there in this city, so many with soft throats and powers that bounce off me. I can kill them all."
"Were you followed?" Sator said.
"I'll bring you more souls than you can count," the man said, "just give me what you promised and I'll go out and get them for you."
Sator said, his tone hard as diamond, "You brought them here, you fool, you hopeless excuse for a human. And now I shall have to kill them myself."
"I'll do it!" Camerabro shrieked, and the shop was oozing the scent of terror now. "I'll take care of them...!"
"I don't think so," Sator said, his voice matter-of-fact. "I only need one soul, and yours is as good as any."
I didn't have time to shield myself much, but I managed to shield everyone else in the link from the mind-searing death that went with the most horrible scream Simon, Megan, Meteor, and I had ever heard torn from a human throat.
---
Note from the Author:
YES! You all did it! If you do it again (ten comments), I'll post a THIRD new episode on Saturday!
Vote for WCS!
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Now the cycle is complete.
Now post, damn you :P
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