Jack wrinkled his nose at an overpowering stench of metal. The world was a stark white, yet if he turned his head quickly enough, he could see cracks of silver in the white, like slivers of webbing and dust that were hanging in the air, intangible and frozen. Unease itched on the back of Jack’s neck. It was too quiet here.
Unbidden, Jack’s feet began to walk him forward, and it wasn’t long before he saw a red smudge on the previously non-existent horizon. The metallic scent grew impossibly stronger, and within a breath Jack was standing beside a calm lake, stretching into a blurred line in the distance. It’s hushed wa
Jack grumbled as the warm embrace of sleep was slowly dragged away from him by the insistent buzzing of his phone on the small table beside his bed. Flailing haphazardly, he managed to grab the aggravating object on his third attempt and squinted at the blinding screen to read the identification.
Call from Ethan.
Sighing, he slid the covers off and got to his feet, hitting the green answer button as he padded barefoot from the room, not wanting to disturb Signe.
"Hey Ethan, what's up?" he asked with a yawn, voice husky with sleep.
"Oh, whoops, forgot it's like, five am there, sorry Sean." Ethan's voice sounded a little tight, but genuinel
The shopkeeper's head jerked up at the pounding of rapidly approaching feet, and he quickly tucked the small working table and its unfinished load further between his legs, shielding it with his peridot-hued wings, just as two young boys burst through the curtained archway.
"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" his son shrieked as he raced passed, and his father inwardly groaned as he saw that his white tunic, which had just finished drying two hours ago from another wash, was once again stained with dirt and what looked like yellow paint.
"YES I CAN!" his pursuer hollered back, pink wings flapping as he struggled to keep his balance while weaving through
"Anti!"
Anti felt his blissful smile twitch into a frown. He'd been having a lovely dream; one where wide-stretched wings, almost glowing in the brilliant sun, caught the frigid mountain wind, and he was racing the colors streaking alongside him -- bright pink and deep scarlet, sky blue and pale yellow -- and they would dodge the patterned flags giving them encouraging waves from where they were strung on ropes across--
"Anti! Where the hell are you?" There was frustration tinged with panic in the Irishman's voice. Anti knew Jack hated it when he lost sight of the demon, which often encouraged him (as it had today) to play a bit of hide-and
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"Anti..." Jack's strained voice was part frustrated, part panicked, part indignant, part what-the-hell-have-you-done-you-shit-I-need-to-leave-in-15-minutes. He ran a hand through his already thoroughly mussed-up hair, which was due to no small amount of stress, and took in the utter wreckage of his scratched and torn suitcase. "Seriously...?"
Anti remained unimpressed. "Going somewhere, Jackaboy?" He tilted his head at an unnecessarily sharp angle, his glowing green eye giving a slightly threatening pulse as a wicked grin split his cheeks. "You weren't planning on leaving me here, were you?"
Jack covered his face with both hands, groaned, t
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"Okay, Tyler, go flank it on the left. Mark, come up behind it and--slowly! Slowly...okay, okay, we got this..."
Ethan, Mark, and Tyler warily closed in on the growling creature hunched on the carpet. They all held their weapons tightly; Ethan with a broom, Tyler with a frying pan they had been using in a new sketch, and Mark with the jar. The office was in ruins. The flat screen TV had a spiderweb crack in one corner, the couch had a few tears where stuffing was bulging out, and was soaked from spills of water and soda that had been dropped from startled hands. All the objects placed on the shelves had been knocked to the floor, and one of
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"Nice place here."
Jack absolutely did not squeak in alarm as he jerked away from a voice that had suddenly appeared beside him, a voice that definitely should not be there.
"Anti what the fuck!"he hissed. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the hotel!"
Anti nodded in agreement. "You did." He rubbed his stained hands together eagerly, looking the house up and down. "So who are we saying 'hi' to?"
Jack placed himself firmly between the demon and the door, his arms crossed and his voice stern. "It's who I am saying 'hi' to. You are leaving. Now."
Anti laughed, rocking back-and-forth on his heels, hands on his hips. "Jack, Jack,