Thursday, July 30, 2015

Spirit Lake: The House Next Door pt.8

I met my first neighbor when I was taking out boxes to the trash.
She was young, perky and to top it all off a kindergarten teacher.

Laura Frost.

“So, you’re the one who finally moved into the old Franklin house.”
Her voice was one octave away from a bird’s chirp.

“Yep.” I knew my smile looked half assed, but I didn’t have the energy to full on fake it.

She glanced towards Margo, who was standing in the kitchen window. “Your wife?”

“Sister in law. My husband is down at his store.” I watched her face, waiting for her reaction.

There was none. She was still her smiling self.
A positive sign.

“Well, welcome to the neighborhood! You guys should stop by. My husband and I are in the house on the corner.  We can barbeque.  Brian, that’s my husband, will use any excuse to drag out his grill.”

“Sounds like fun.” This time my smile is a bit more genuine.  Tired, yes, but very much real. 

Laura and I talked for a few more minutes, and then she was off. 
Maybe small time life wouldn’t be so bad.

Then my eyes drifted to the house next door, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

S. L. U. T. : Smoque pt 4



Bubba Joe's voice rang clear over the sound of the snapping gators and lowering chair. "Come here and face me!"
"Didn't I already kick your ass once today?"
He roared his response.
"Clockwork, what's the eta on that back up?"
"Five minutes. The force field is down and if you've got Bubba Joe, then everything is clear."
Smoque picked the heiress and flew her to the pipe she used to get in the hideout.
"Hang here for a bit. I've got three minutes to play and two to get us out of here."
"Why can't we wait for your back up?"
"Because I promised your mother I would bring back safe and sound myself. And you need to be seen my specialist. We don't know what's in your system. You could be dangerous."
She looked scared as she crouched in the pipe.
"You'll be fine." I patted her hand and went back down to Bubba.
"Are you really in that much of a hurry to be my new purse and shoes?"
"You cheated. First with guns. Then you blew me up. Then 'lectrocuted me. That wasn't nice."
"Neither is kidnapping an heiress."
"But she's special. Got the right blood. Big Mama got big plans for her."
"And she has her own plans. Just like my plans involve beating the stuffing out of you again."
He roared and lunged at her.

Claws and teeth were all she saw. `The smart thing to do is to fly straight up so he misses me entirely, falling into the waters below for a family reunion. But I don't want him to be able to escape before Bermuda gets here to safely secure him and Mama.´ She thought as she was hit with 475 pounds of man-gator. They wrestled in the air for a moment. Which consisted of Smoque dodging teeth and claws while not dropping the monster into the water. In a fluid motion she pushed him away from herself and punched him upwards. He flew up and hit the glass ceiling, causing it to splinter and crack. He came down a she put him back on the ceiling. She wanted to flood the place. Let Big Mama Marsh's twisted experiment be buried underwater. Mama was still unconscious and encase in a chunk of dry ice. Once Bubba joined her in sweet oblivion, tying them together and dragging them behind her wold be easy. Or so she thought. Bubba Joe is hard to knock out without shooting him.
He fell down to her limp, and as he went to catch him, his jaw clamped down on her shoulder. She cried out. Giant teeth hurt and she was angry for not being positive he was out. She pulled her knife out of her boot and stabbed him in his left eye then yanked down. When he released her, she slashed open his chest, then kicked him into the wall where he rolled down and landed next to Big Mama.
Bubba Joe hitting the wall caused the entire building to shake. The cracked glass couldn't take the pressure anymore, and water exploded down all over the lair. She heard Ambrosia scream and turned to check on her. She was just surprised. This girl was going to need to get it together real quick. The worst isn't over for her yet. As far as Smoque could tell the young woman hadn't looked at any part of her body yet.
"Hold on! I'm coming for you!"
She raced down to the reptiles first. No sense in letting them wake up and get away because Ambrosia was safe but freaking out. She ripped out some of the copper wiring from when Big Mama crashed into the computers and wrapped them around Bubba Joe's massive jaws. Then hog tied him. The water was rising fast and she still need to get them tied to her body. She saw a coil of what she thought was rope lying on the ground. That is until it lunged at her. She whirled out of the way of the python's jaws, which was a lot harder to do with all the swamp water flowing in and reacting with the dry ice. So it was crackling and shooting out everywhere. Smoque grabbed the tail of the snake a whipped it hard on the ground. She wasn't sure if she killed it but it would do until she got Big Mama Marsh and Bubba Joe tied up.
"Help!"


"Clockwork, where is Bermuda?!"
All she got was static, in response, luckily she saw zip lines fall into the hole and four heavily geared agents slid down.
They stopped short of the rising water an electrified box between them.
"Where's the hostage?" one of the asked.
I pointed to the pipe. "I'm taking her home to her mother." They had to shout over the sound of the water. "Those two are all yours." She said gesturing to the subdued villains. "And be careful! There are alligators and snakes in here".
They nodded and went to work. She flew back up to the pipe and picked Ambrosia up. She wrapped her arms around Smoque's neck and as they rose out of the flooded lair, she finally began to cry.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Spirit Lake: The House Next Door pt.7

“You look like hell.” A well-rested Margo decided to wander into the kitchen around ten.

I was jealous.

“I feel like hell.” I nursed my fourth cup of coffee.
It wasn’t working.
That odd sense of fear hadn’t left either. I still felt like someone was watching me.

My eyes glance towards the house next door.
It was still and dark.
Just an empty house.

No matter how many times I repeated those words, part of me refused to believe it.

“You on unboxing duty today?” Margo poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from me.

“The home edition. Zack is the one handling the store.”

“I can’t believe he actually did it. Beach Reads. How fucking cheesy.”

“Cheesy attracts tourists.”
I sip my coffee.

“How long do you think you can take small town life?”

“As long as Zack can.” I sigh. “I said for better or worse. I’m guessing worse includes moving to bumfuck nowhere to help your husband live out his dreams.”


“He’s got you good.” Margo laughed.