The Puppet MasterThe two men walked side by side down the dimly lit London backstreet footsteps clacking on the cobbles. The brisk night air made white smoke of each breath and the streetlights only afforded glimpses of each other's face. A break in their conversation had left an easy silence in its wake. One man almost beamed with anticipation the other's expression was less jovial. A few meters down the alleyway there was a dimly lit door with a wooden sign hanging just to the right that announced 'The Red Lady'; the only evidence of the mysterious establishment. As they drew near to their destination the pensive man slowed to a stop. The other took 3 steps before realizing his companion had halted and turned flashing him a curious glance.The Puppet Master4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure about this Charles?"
Charles's eyebrows drew together gently though his smile did not falter.
"It's unlike you to be uncertain Erik" he commented returning to his side.
"I just don't fancy the idea of being trapped in a basement pub if this mutant doe