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When the Wandering Come Home

 
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PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 1:17 am    Post subject: When the Wandering Come Home Reply with quote

The water was just below his chin now. It filled the room from wall to wall. The chair he'd been sitting in was bobbing up and down beside him. Above him, just a few inches from his hair, was a metal grate with a dim light shining through it. Standing on top of the grate, wearing polished black shoes and a pressed suit, was Leo. He was smirking down at Morgan with that devilish look of his as he pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead. His eyes were yellow and the pupils were cat like slits.

"How did we come to this, Morgan?" Leo asked. "All these years, all this chasing and fighting and running. We could have been something, my friend. You could have been something."

He tutted reproachfully.

"Well, like I always say: Regret not. Goodbye, Morgan."

Leo flicked his sunglasses back down and walked away. A moment later the light flicked off. Morgan was in total darkness. The water was slowly rising. It was above his lips now.


He awoke on a wooden floor, drenched with water that was pooling up in a small puddle around him. He coughed up water and rolled onto his side, spitting out great lungfuls. His eyes squinted against the dim light of the room, which to him seemed bright as the sun, and through his blurred vision he tried to look around. It was a plain, square room. Wood floor, wood walls, wood ceiling, as far as he could tell. The door was open and in the doorway there stood a dark, shadowy figure whose details he could not discern.

"Who-" he coughed up more water again and pushed to sit on his knees. "What's going on?"

We had a deal, Morgan Wright.

The figure lifted a hand and Morgan blacked out.

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The next time he came to, he was lying in a bed. He wore a hospital gown and had a small bag of IV fluid hanging from the iron bed frame. Morgan slowly sat up, grimacing. It was difficult to do. His body felt weak, tired, lifeless. He tried to speak but what came out was a dried croak.

Slowly, Morgan pulled the covers away and stood up, falling immediately with a crash to the wood floor. He tore his IV out and snarled angrily and stood once more, lurching toward the door. His shoulder slammed against the wall and he grunted, reaching out with hands that were too pale and thin to be his to the doorknob.
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Morgan Wright
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 3:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Something about this place seemed wrong to him. The walls stood askew, at odd and impossible angles, yet there they stood. The roof was low and gave him the sense of being trapped. He walked toward the door and paused. In a chair to his left, which stood before a fireless hearth, he saw a small bundle of clothes. Pants, a shirt, shoes, and a jacket. He tore the gown away and dressed himself, then he continued toward the door.

It was only then that he noticed the note pinned to it.

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We had to leave. You do, too. They're coming, Morgan. They know. Take this letter, show it to a man named Samuel. You'll find him down by the waterfront. He'll help you.

~ A Friend


Morgan folded the letter and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat. He reached for the door and paused. There was a crash from upstairs, the rushing sound of water running, and he tore the door open and sprinted out into the street.

It was dark. The lights that lined the street were out. The fronts of all the buildings were dark and silent. Windows were boarded up and he saw no person outside of himself there. Behind him he heard another crash and a strange, splintering sound. He did not stop to look back, but ran as fast as his heavy, weakened legs could carry him.
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