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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2018 2:51:11 GMT -8
Not far from the house, there was a Shell station on the corner. It looked pretty dodgy, with big barricades blocking off the busted up parking lot. Still, there was only one other car parked in front so plenty of space for him. The interior of the convenience mart glowed with high powered fluorescents, lighting up rows of colorful junk food.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2018 21:13:39 GMT -8
 I pulled in parking as close to the doors as I could. I looked around for the phone trying to resist the allure of the brightly lit junk food.
Then I dialed Diane’s number trying to ignore thoughts about who may have used it before me.Edmund- ”Diane? Did you calk my phone? The police have it so we don’t take unlawful photos or something at the scenes.” |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2018 21:19:31 GMT -8
The line connected, the sound of heavy wind made it hard to hear anything else.Diane (?) -
"Edmund? E---- where are you? I'm not -----"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2018 21:24:29 GMT -8
Fantastic...Edmund- ”Diane? Can you hear me? Detroit. I told you. Are you okay?” I stressed every syllable hoping to be heard.The attendant would just have to hear everything.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2018 21:27:55 GMT -8
Diane-
"Edm----- I'm g------ you there.
Please s---" |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2018 21:32:16 GMT -8
Edmund- ”What? NO! It’s a CRIME scene! You can’t. Sorry but there’s no way. I will call you TONIGHT. I have to go. I can’t hear you.” |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2018 21:35:23 GMT -8
The only thing you heard was the roar of wind from the other end until the line disconnected.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2018 21:38:37 GMT -8
Edmund- ”Well... fuck.” It had always been a bad idea to give a client his phone number but I had told myself she was a special case. That special case was going to bite me on the ass.I raced back into my car to get to Zug. I didn’t want to leave the lawyer too long with Mills. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2018 21:41:41 GMT -8
The sky was swiftly darkening, and the most ghetto part of town loomed around you. All those crumbling buildings, some of them still occupied. It was a winding, strange route through an unfamiliar part of town. Did you keep your bearings?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2018 21:46:16 GMT -8
I have a good head for directions that made up for my lack of ability to fix things at home. If that didn’t work I had a trusty map book ready.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2018 15:43:03 GMT -8
Strange hovels lit up inside like house shaped Jack-o-Lanterns. Sometimes you felt
as though heads were turning as you passed, but of course there was nothing there
if you looked. You drove beneath an overpass, marked with graffiti of praying angels.
They continued down a road of ruins, there had to be dozens of them.
Finally you were onto the winding industrial roads, past chugging cylinders bigger than city blocks. The air was smothering even filtered through your closed windows.
Your lungs tickled, always threatening to seal closed. You didn't belong here.
What did you think of as you continued your trip to the island? |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2018 17:21:27 GMT -8
Instinctively I locked my doors as I drove and took some deep puffs from my inhaler. It made me a little nervous but it wasn't like I was going in alone by any stretch of imagination. My lungs were going to hate me though I could tell. I hoped the smell wouldn't linger in the car afterwards. It really felt like an alien world.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2018 18:42:40 GMT -8
The entry leading to the island's bridge was so small you nearly missed it-- the only clue being the red and blue flashing lights at the blockade. The bridge was narrow, and you didn't see any cars in front of you, leaving only a few dropped road flares to lead you down the path. Red fires burned atop the strange towers, lighting up the sky in hazy pink, slush still splattering against your windshield. It was like driving onto the surface of some hell planet, big fields of charcoal black, full-sized lakes of oily fluid. Train tracks crisscrossed in seemingly random patterns, sending your car juttering as you bumped over them. You passed under a train trestle and were plunged into complete darkness for a moment.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2018 19:22:00 GMT -8
I swore under my breath as I drove, hoping nothing on my rental was damaged. This really did feel like the bowels of hell. Perhaps it had driven Mills mad...I drove on despite my better judgement.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2018 19:33:29 GMT -8
You emerged in once piece, the pinky sky glowing overhead. In the distance
you saw the red and blue flashing, and it heralded your destination. What
must it be like to have to work here? You'd heard a lot of talk of those 'blast furnaces'. Maybe they were powered by the fires of hell.
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