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The Bright Side - Part 1A dense bullet, punching through rusted ironwork, broke the cthonic silence. Illumination from the bullet hole.The Bright Side - Part 1 by TheAnoraknophobe
Then quickly one, two, three more, perforating the old manhole and grazing the cracked concrete of the ladderway. The dank underworld of the obsolete sewers was pierced by a broad shaft of light as the wrecked cover was flung aside.
A feminine figure plunged from the world above, lighting expertly on the slimy ground. Holstering her weapon, she wrinkled her nose a little as she took in her surroundings. Cliched, darned unhygienic...and there was no guarantee that she'd be able to find a way out of here nearly as easily as she had gotten in.
But the sound of angry pursuers and their hardware intensified over her head, echoing in the dismal maze. Oh well. If it was easy to get lost, she reasoned cheerfully, it would be easier to hide as well.
"And if THEY get lost," she smiled to herself, "I might just find THEM." Her finger went to the lapels of her jacket.
HOURS EARLIER...
Da
Midsummer NightDamn, damn, damn. Mohammed hustled down the dark streets, taking shortcuts he'd never have dared under any other circumstances.Midsummer Night by TheAnoraknophobe
He'd been offered a modest bonus at his even more modest job. Modest, but no less welcome for that. So of course, his friends had convinced him to celebrate. And of COURSE, he had allowed himself to be persuaded to indulge a little, and of COURSE, he'd already made a serious dent in the money he had swore to himself he would try and save.
And worse yet, he was late getting home.
If he hadn't been consumed with panic, thinking about the tanned hide he was sure lay in store for him from his overprotective, over-prudent family, Mohammed might have recognized the lights and sound ahead of him for what they were and altered his trajectory.
But when he skidded to a halt, having turned a corner, it was impossible for the pandemonium not to register.
Damn, damn... "...what?" His jaw dropped. His hair stood on end and his stoppered cyberplug crackled almost painfully f
Nuts - 3Dreamily, he slowly opened his eyes.Nuts - 3 by TheAnoraknophobe
His brother's face was RIGHT up in his grille.
Screaming in sudden panic, Peter flailed like mad, succeeding in sending them both toppling to the floor in a squabbling heap.
"What are you DOING?!?" He finally spluttered.
The much younger boy made a rude gesture. "Waking you up. You were having some weird dream when it's time to wake up already! It's christmas! CHRISTMAS!" His bad attitude melted as christmas giddiness reasserted itself. Peter found himself grinning too.
"Okay, okay, I'll be down in a minute..."
The kid scampered off, slamming the door behind him. Rolling his eyes, Peter turned to get dressed.
Celesta. The doll was gone. She had been tucked in beside him, and she wasn't there anymore.
"WHERE IS SHE?!?" His parents looked up in shock from their morning coffee, and even Papa raised an eyebrow. Peter had come storming down clad only in his boxers and doing a decent impression of a volcano moments before eruption.
"Where is who, dear?" N
Nuts - 1"Whadjagedduswhadjagedduswhadjageddus?"Nuts - 1 by TheAnoraknophobe
"Hey! Boys, that's rude, calm down!"
"Hehehe...don't worry yourself, daughter~"
Peter looked away. His grandparents lived at the edge of a little woodside town, despite their son and daughter-in-law's insistence that they would be happy and well cared for in a proper retirement home ("There's one not a stone's throw from our place! We'd visit ALL the time!"). And so, when the latest generation of the Tsarevik family had piled into the minivan, the drive out of the bustling city for their christmas destination had been long.
For Peter, the eldest of the five boys, too long. It was bad enough that it had started well before sunrise, his parents determined to get there by morning. The plaintive whining of his young siblings at being separated from computers and TV had been sharpened by their early reveille, and kept HIM from catching up on sleep into the bargain.
But their complaints turned to giddy glee when they got there. It was as if they had ne
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