Eallric's 404 slid out of the garage like a caterpillar out of its burrowed habitat. The red of its tail light flashed on Gerey who stood a few metres; in his Ingfalls High's raiment, making known to Eallric the places he couldn't see with the side mirror - to avoid a scratch.
After a minute of hitting on the break pedal before allowing it slither out of the carport bit by bit and without a scratch, Gerey hastily shoved his school bag into the secondary division of the car and sat his butts down next to Eallric who was breathing noisily and grinning from ear to ear like a numskull at Brione who waved the duo off as they slowly departed no. 3, Atholl Esplanade.
As they propelled down Atholl Esplanade - past a few rusty streetlamps, in the warm restrictions of the car that failed to protect them from the blisteing morning sun, Eallric turned on the radio and tune
Inspector Eallric's 404 picked up pace as it raced down a sloped, remote alleyway which went on below a bridge that connected Brickfield Row and Dove Route together. The alley, Providence Passage, had congested waste bins - places of tourism for flies and maggots, nearly everywhere one's neck turned.As the Peugeot 404 zoomed on; below the friable, unkempt bridge, a retrospect of what he'd experienced on Saturday, along Haunted Hart, as he went on police business to Radford Glade, played in his mind. Right from the very moment he'd driven out of the dark, mind blowing scenery, he couldn't firmly say that he'd seen what he did. It was like a dream. A nightmare. And even if by chance, he was certain of what he'd seen and his mental state, there was absolutely no one buying his tale.A shadowy sensation befell Eallric as him, and his car, were shielded from the su
The words of Sir. Oswic replayed and echoed in Gerey's head as small dribbles of sweat ran down his red hair and tickled his armpits in attempts to let out (at least) fume from his aching arms, “You are the harbinger of sanity to this ignoble world - the gift itself being ‘Pyrokinesis’.”“I - I can't do this.” Gerey retorted, gasping for breath. “Don't say that my dear boy. If you had thoughts of being able to burn down churches, or create volcanoes or even melt a piece of plastic on your first day, you have been dwelling in your fantasies, and this - is reality. Guess what else is reality, boy?”“Ugh, what, sir?” Gerey asked, heaving and puffing like he'd trotted all the way from Ledale to Deham without stopping for a rest. He looked straight into the waned, wise eyes of the wizard, Sir. Oswic.“The verity that this world rests not on my shoulders, no
A week had passed and it kept getting harder for the Police Department, Ingfalls and the Chamber of Duties to keep majority of the citizens of Ingfalls sane as journalists and the Press kept pushing their noses into the business of others - practically anyone, to extract an answer to all that had been happening.The PD though, was their mark. They'd perceived there was something - or things, going on that those at the top of the hierarchy knew about but not majority of the populace and that had spurred them into action as they went about searching for clues that might have been missed, leads to something exciting, shocking/revealing pointers or loose ends to about anything.Every journalism company and Press groups, tried their best to find out what it was that was going on before the others did. If only to get an upper hand.Gas leaks, motor accidents, minor flight mishaps with credit given to the unstable weather, powerplant explosi
The corroded, metal burglary resistors that extended from left to right - forming various rows, then up to down, (vertically) forming quadrilaterals of varying sizes went from rusty black to boiling lava red before letting out long, unending hisses like a vexed basilisk will as it melted under the palms of Gerey Wysalt.The resistors became bright red liquids and fell onto the ground as dense blobs before burrowing into the floor - and walls as brown, charred holes and letting out a suffocating fragrance.After a minute, Gerey was free and with a lot of difficulty, he climbed up his small window.As delicately as possible whilst trying to wrap his mind what was before him, he relaxed on the floating broom of Sir. Oswic and gripped it tightly (hoping it wouldn't catch fire) to avoid him swaying to the left, or right, then falling off. The insides of the intimidating building that housed the police department felt... Different, cold and unwelcoming to Eallric as the armed seven-men police squad - him being at the very heart if diagonals were drawn, brought him out of his halfway battered 404 into the white, snowy erection.Inspector Bertio was there, tapping his feet rapidly on the fancy, golden tiles of the reception office.“Are you okay, sir? Anything we can get for you?”“Nothing, Bertio,” Eallric sighed deeply, “Thanks for your help by the way. Is Sergeant Marger around?”“Yes, sir, and I - am right here, too,” the mousy haired police officer said, climbing down the spotless, white stairs from her office and walking into the reception.“Good. I don't know how you're going to get about it but I need the people outside calmed. I'll be giving them a little speech in
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The insides of the intimidating building that housed the police department felt... Different, cold and unwelcoming to Eallric as the armed seven-men police squad - him being at the very heart if diagonals were drawn, brought him out of his halfway battered 404 into the white, snowy erection.Inspector Bertio was there, tapping his feet rapidly on the fancy, golden tiles of the reception office.“Are you okay, sir? Anything we can get for you?”“Nothing, Bertio,” Eallric sighed deeply, “Thanks for your help by the way. Is Sergeant Marger around?”“Yes, sir, and I - am right here, too,” the mousy haired police officer said, climbing down the spotless, white stairs from her office and walking into the reception.“Good. I don't know how you're going to get about it but I need the people outside calmed. I'll be giving them a little speech in
The milieu of the gigantic building which homed the Police Department, Ingfalls, was tearing apart gradually with each strike that swooped and descended on the building thanks to the three headed creatures.From Inspector Eallric's calculations, a maximum of five more heavy strikes from the shrewd, bloody horns of the uncompromising brutes will bring the citizens - and cops, that crammed the building to their knees and in about an hour, they will all be history.But at that moment, Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey wasn't bothered by that. He was focusing on something different, something distinct, something peculiar, something unusual.His attention was riveted on Gerey Wysalt.**A loathsome stench of the rotten remains and fetid creatures floated around the trio - Sir. Oswic, Gerey and Cwena as they came down the broom. Cwena, the powerless one.“Cwena, stay safe. Yo
A transparent and synthetic-looking blue shield that spread out and arched like a broad satellite dish with its epicenter as Sir. Oswic's wand protected Cwena from the impact of the tyronimic as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Portergio Hidarmus!” before sprawling to the ground as the effect of the infuriated tyronimic's strike on the shield whacked him a little.The tyronimic stopped in its tracks and violently quaked its heads - left and right, up and down, to shake off the effect of running into Sir. Oswic's shield which had vanished as soon as its purpose had been executed.Sir. Oswic who lay stomach-to-the-ground stretched out his left hand; not minding the stones that stabbed into his arm, and called for his wand that lay a few feet from him by muttering a simple spell.The wand shook a little on the stony pavement and in seconds flew into the awaiting arms of Sir. Oswic who at once sprang to his feet - way too agil
“In just three days after what happened at the Police Department, I think in Mariner's Spur, there have been a drastic upsurge in polio and measles for children below six. Severe issues for babies below three months include bone wrenching that prevents growth, brain explosions, that lead to instant deaths, and - heart failures, too. All the same, adults have it worse, trust me.”“- And it's not in Wabrook alone. There have been reports all over the world. In Kinsyew and Qazax and even, Ryilop, too.”“My adopted brother's son died last week - brain detonation! It was a rude shock.”“This world is turning into something else. We better prepare ourselves for worse situations cause it looks like the world is coming to an end. Even hospitals are getting crammed with patients, morgues with corpses, and perhaps, hell, too.”“- And heaven. I can imagine the ang