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Chapter 4 by Warped-Wrist Warped-Wrist

What's the plan Hartwell? Direct route or sneak your way there?

Guns blazing - get there faster!

"SOMEBODY HELP MEEE! PLEEEAAAS-" her scream is cut short.

Fuck. I gotta get there and I gotta get there NOW. Fuck it, I'm going in the direct way. I reach down to my waist and pull out my pistol. She's a beauty - sexy six cylinder Single Action Army with silver casings and holy relic writings to bless my bullets and kill anything short of a level 6 Demon. I dip my left hand into my coat and pull out a marble - a Flash Orb and squeeze it hard, hard enough to shatter the outer casing. The marble atomizes into fine powder before all the particles float directly in front of my in the shape of 5 pointed star - and then the star begins to burn bright before floating 4 feet in front of me. The path is illuminated and I break into a sprint down the brightly lit path, the star keeping pace in front of me.

Another shriek but this time from my left. I have to hurry! I swing left and rush down into the tracks before following the tracks down the rail. I almost miss it in my haste but there's a hole in the station wall - and I can hear muffled grunts coming from it. That's got to be it.

Squelch. I look down to see what horrid thing I've stepped in. A slimy translucent glop of goo clings to the bottom of my shoe - and a tuft of human hair. I know what this thing is and it's gonna be fucking hard to handle it now. I steel my nerves and bolt into the dark recess of the subway track wall kicking aside all the accumulated filth and debris.

The Flash Orb lights up the dark room - and I see him in all his horrid disgusting glory. He turns his large disjointed crooked back with his grayed sickly fleshy arm raised to shield his eyes from the sudden bright light. The other hand holding the fleeing girl by her ankles several feet off the ground. His hair is receding leaving long trails of wispy white hair dangling listlessly from round the crown of his lumpy head. 3 terrible beady eyes narrow their focus on me. Yep, I called it.

It's a troll.

How will you handle this Detective?

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