Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 22, 2010 3:17:24 GMT -5
Loretta and Fin hauled the statue man to his trunk; together with Corney, they managed to shift it around until it fit. More or less. Fin quickly yanked a bungee cord from the trunk and secured the statue and the trunk door. His hands were shaking; he was a little on edge- The cops were coming, and here they were. Disposing of a body. Gotta’ love your criminal lifestyle, Fin.
“Well, it was nice meeting you guys. Evelyn. Sock. Carl.” He nodded briskly to each. “Y’know, I hope to see you guys around again? Hopefully when things are more…normal. Well, as normal as they get. Non…life-threatening.” He sucked in a deep breath, a bundle of nerves, and let it out, checking for cops. He held the passenger door open for Loretta, then sprinted to his door. Pausing awkwardly, he gave a little half-wave to everyone - “Well, we’re outta’ here. Bye, everyone. See you at school, Corney!” He slid in, slammed the door and turned around.
“So…what’s the quickest way to the lighthouse?”
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Officers Joey D’Angelo and Bart Michelson had arrived on the scene to round up the rest of the impromptu gang, and hopefully get some answers. Instead, they found themselves unceremoniously hauling a groggy man out of the dumpster. No, he did not know how he got in the dumpster, and no, he didn’t have any idea what had happened beforehand.
No coherent idea, anyway.
They’d already managed to catch three of the hoods, and were on the lookout for the rest. Four or five guys, the calls had reported, looking pretty brutish, screaming death threats and ganging up to drag another man outside of the bar. Presumably to finish their business in the alley.
There had been a second wave of emergency calls right after the initial reports. Joey had assumed they were crank calls - not unusual around Bridgeport at all. When the local kids would get bored , they’d call in to report werewolves, monsters, and all sorts of folderol; monsters that would, of course, conveniently vanish by the time the cops obligingly appeared to humor them. The latest round of dragons, dinosaurs and demons was about par for the course on a quieter night like tonight. Michelson had taken the reports with a grain of salt and insisted that they’d focus on rounding up that night's gang. Cool, professional, no-nonsense cop that he was. And yet…
Michelson didn’t have these two in the back of his car.
Joey clambered into his seat and turned to face the men. One was doing his best to stifle his freely bleeding nose, despite his arms being cuffed behind his back. The other -a tan man with a long, greasy ponytail - was leaning against the window, eyes wide open, tears streaming down his cheeks, muttering repeatedly, “His face, man…You shoulda’ seen his face. Man…that…that FACE, man…!” The nosebleed man just rolled his eyes and continued to make a mess of the car.
“Don’t know what he’s on about…but that guy. The one that we had. He…he wasn’t human! We had him, and he - suddenly he was a MONSTER!” He paused for an especially sticky snort. “Sure you don’t believe me now, man - but just you wait! It’ll come back. It’ll finish it’s business - it’ll eat us! ALL OF US!” He lost his balance and toppled back in his seat, laughing shakily. Laughing and laughing and laughing.
“Well, it was nice meeting you guys. Evelyn. Sock. Carl.” He nodded briskly to each. “Y’know, I hope to see you guys around again? Hopefully when things are more…normal. Well, as normal as they get. Non…life-threatening.” He sucked in a deep breath, a bundle of nerves, and let it out, checking for cops. He held the passenger door open for Loretta, then sprinted to his door. Pausing awkwardly, he gave a little half-wave to everyone - “Well, we’re outta’ here. Bye, everyone. See you at school, Corney!” He slid in, slammed the door and turned around.
“So…what’s the quickest way to the lighthouse?”
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Officers Joey D’Angelo and Bart Michelson had arrived on the scene to round up the rest of the impromptu gang, and hopefully get some answers. Instead, they found themselves unceremoniously hauling a groggy man out of the dumpster. No, he did not know how he got in the dumpster, and no, he didn’t have any idea what had happened beforehand.
No coherent idea, anyway.
They’d already managed to catch three of the hoods, and were on the lookout for the rest. Four or five guys, the calls had reported, looking pretty brutish, screaming death threats and ganging up to drag another man outside of the bar. Presumably to finish their business in the alley.
There had been a second wave of emergency calls right after the initial reports. Joey had assumed they were crank calls - not unusual around Bridgeport at all. When the local kids would get bored , they’d call in to report werewolves, monsters, and all sorts of folderol; monsters that would, of course, conveniently vanish by the time the cops obligingly appeared to humor them. The latest round of dragons, dinosaurs and demons was about par for the course on a quieter night like tonight. Michelson had taken the reports with a grain of salt and insisted that they’d focus on rounding up that night's gang. Cool, professional, no-nonsense cop that he was. And yet…
Michelson didn’t have these two in the back of his car.
Joey clambered into his seat and turned to face the men. One was doing his best to stifle his freely bleeding nose, despite his arms being cuffed behind his back. The other -a tan man with a long, greasy ponytail - was leaning against the window, eyes wide open, tears streaming down his cheeks, muttering repeatedly, “His face, man…You shoulda’ seen his face. Man…that…that FACE, man…!” The nosebleed man just rolled his eyes and continued to make a mess of the car.
“Don’t know what he’s on about…but that guy. The one that we had. He…he wasn’t human! We had him, and he - suddenly he was a MONSTER!” He paused for an especially sticky snort. “Sure you don’t believe me now, man - but just you wait! It’ll come back. It’ll finish it’s business - it’ll eat us! ALL OF US!” He lost his balance and toppled back in his seat, laughing shakily. Laughing and laughing and laughing.