…and they do larp dances
Oh Laziness, thy name is Doc. I know, I missed the fiction entry for last week and am a day late for this week. I’m a baaaaaaad boy.
My Wand Is Quick: Part 5
“What do you know about my fix?” Pete said as the elevator came to a stop at the first floor. “I haven’t told you anything about it yet.”
As the doors slid open, Arielle poked her head out and gave a quick look around. Seeing that all was clear, she grabbed Pete by the arm and hustled him through the lobby.
“I know that you’ve been attacked at least a couple of times by strange little creatures. You’ve fought them off or outrun them pretty easily, but they’re getting bigger and tougher, aren’t they?” She glanced at his face and got an affirmative nod.
She kept talking as she lead him down the street towards her house, all the while looking out for a potential ambush. “That’s what being Touched is all about, Pete. You’ve been turned into a magnet for supernatural creatures. Each time you fend off an attack, you ensure that the next species of creature will be a little bit bigger and badder. Eventually, you won’t fend off the attacks.”
Pete gasped loudly and stopped walking. “But…why? Who would do such a thing? Why me?” His voice was rising and people on the street were staring. Arielle resumed walking and pulled him along with her.
“Why? Because your fear feeds into a sort of terror power pool. Who? A sorceror, of course…maybe somebody you know. Why you? That I can’t say, yet. Give me a day or two and I’ll know more. Aah…home sweet home.”
They stopped in front of a classic San Francisco “Painted Lady” victorian home. It was painted bright green with yellow trim and seemed to be in very good repair. As they walked up the steps, the front door opened.
Arielle smiled and said, “Hello, Auntie. This is my client, Pete. He’s in deep shit. Can you rustle us up a couple of sandwiches and a cold one?”
Ok, Dear Readers, who is Auntie?
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