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Chapter 9 in The of a Wendigo

You don’t know how long you’re at it for; carefully but instantly rubbing the fabric against the corner of the latch. Your arms start to burn from contorting yourself into position and your heart misses a beat every time your accidently rattle the mechanism too loudly. Despite yo...

…say nothing.

by TheOneWhoWondersThere

Chapter 10 in The of a Wendigo

You let her go; watch her plush body step away about the corner and out of your life for good. If there was ever a complaint from the men of the night, it was directed at your thinness. ‘She has no tits’ one would say, squeezing what you have as though trying to pull them off you...

…ask your questions first.

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Chapter 3 in The of a Wendigo

As the pirate’s remaining urination came to its natural conclusion he starts to speak. “So, what you out ere for anyway?” The feeling of wrongness lingers like a buzzing fly in your mind. You try to mentally swat it away and add another twist to the stiletto at his back. “Never...

…ask her to stay.

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Chapter 10 in The of a Wendigo

“Wait...” you manage, before collapsing into another fit of coughing. She pauses and turns, eyes sorrowful. You don’t say any more, but she sees the permission in your gaze when you look back up. Tears well in her eyes as she rushes forward. She quickly stops, turned back by your...

Ascend the dumbwaiter.

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Chapter 8 in The of a Wendigo

Dumbwaiter it is. Talking to the girl and explaining why you want to go upstairs would be almost as incriminating as climbing up the dumbwaiter and explaining to anyone at the top anyway. At least with the dumbwaiter there may not be anyone to explain to. Mind made up, you walk b...

...flee into the woods to fight on.

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Chapter 4 in The of a Wendigo

Woods. You move, running up and over what little beach remains between you and them. The man on the ground is crawling towards something. The men in the distance are running to his rescue, bobbing lantern light ever closer with each second. The bushes and trees swallow you, but n...

…poison your blade and prepare for an ambush.

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Chapter 9 in The of a Wendigo

…head into the other room any try to listen in through the wall.

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Chapter 9 in The of a Wendigo

…pick up the stone and fight.

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Chapter 5 in The of a Wendigo

It’s heavy, and for no particular reason, you dust off the dry dirt as you roll it hand to hand. The round edges are far from smooth, and while your sweat turns the remaining dirt to mud, you find it is not one to slip from your fingers. If anything, it bites into them as you gri...

…poison both mugs.

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Chapter 6 in The of a Wendigo

…grab the poison and apply it to your blade.

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Chapter 6 in The of a Wendigo

…quickly go for the stairs and sneak about above.

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Chapter 7 in The of a Wendigo

It's past time to be out of here. You may not be able to help those before you, but you can end the source of their torment. If you don’t get too it soon then you may miss the chance. The sickening sounds stop with pregnant pause, and in the quiet distracting moment you do not l...

…get in the wardrobe as quick as you can.

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Chapter 6 in The of a Wendigo

…stay in the dark and hope for more useful information.

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Chapter 7 in The of a Wendigo

No, you’ll stay. Stay present and stay strong. They’re finally talking and you’re going to listen to every word. You lean forward and look again, relying on morbid curiosity to hold you there. The man with the greasy hair stands hunched over the man in the stocks, his scarred fac...

…climb in the crack and hide.

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Chapter 5 in The of a Wendigo

You tiptoe the few steps to the dirt crack, avoiding anything that might make noise underfoot. Its depths are darkly unknown, though you doubt deep, and the late summer earth is too dry to shelter a puddle so far from any stream. You wince as some desiccated leaves crunch under y...

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Chapter 8 in The of a Wendigo

The pounding fuzz of your headache makes thinking hard. You know you should be afraid. Your mind works on that as a priority. “The fuck is he?” “Thief? Or an, er, assassin or somethin?” “Speak up arsehole!” “Had this on im” You see your black painted blade cut the flickering...

...you wait.

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Chapter 9 in The of a Wendigo

The cells bars go from floor to ceiling and are spaced widely enough apart to see the full extent of the room while still keeping you trapped. The main stone wall is behind you, dry and flaking under your fingers but thick and heavy. The other three walls are bars; two showing th...

The End.

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Chapter 6 in The of a Wendigo

[Hidden Chapter] Now, as then, you float in nothing. An empty void stretches all around, infinitely, devoid of even you within it, your perceptions a hollow imagining. While there is nothing to indicate movement, the feeling of rising, or coalescing, prickles at your being. You’...

...tell her a lie.

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Chapter 10 in The of a Wendigo

Her face is an arm’s reach from yours, her expression expectant and unhappy. You don’t fancy your odds with the truth and a lie will buy you as much time as silence, you hope. Here goes nothing. “I’m...a thief. I-I don’t mean you any harm. Or your people. No harm to anyone. Er,...

...tell her the truth.

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Chapter 10 in The of a Wendigo

"I..." You sigh before continuing. "I'm an agent of the principalities." You decline to add ‘right honourable’ before principalities; no sense goading her. She leans in close, eyes narrowed in suspicion, looking at you for a long time. Eventually, you see her head start to slowl...