Storm ch. 4: Dude, did we save a BAD guy?( I promise, the next chapter will be longer..)More Like This
Gus stared at Shawn, clearly uncomfortable. "ALL of them? As in...Shawn I don't even KNOW this man. He could be a killer, I saw a gun on the inside of his coat when I hung it up. Plus I don't think I could do...that. Not for any guy. Even if it was you.."
Shawn tried to smirk past his own discomfort. "C'mon Gus, you're in the medical field! So you should..."
"Shawn, I sell drugs".
"Dude you sound like a drug lord when you say that. Okay. fine, I gues...lets get this over with before HE dies from pneumonia. At least we know he won't wake up".
"I hear that".
"This guy's fever is ridiculous".
"Yeah. Go get a cold cloth. Maybe we have some ice packs. And grab me a pop-sicle".
Shawn! I think maybe he's waking up!"
Shawn hopped back out of the kitchen with cloths, a bag of ice, and two
Storm ch3: All of them... Shawn heard a voice, though it sounded way off in the distance. Wait a minute - Gus? He tried to peer through the rain. He heard it again. Was that a light? Damn this rain! Lightening flashed and Shawn was surprised to see Gus was practically right next to him. They shouted to each other, nearly inaudibly. Gus put his own weight under the injured man's other arm. This guy definitely wasn't dead, his body was radiating heat!More Like This
Struggling, the two friends got the man back to the psych office and through the door. Gus set the flashlight down, pointed toward the ceiling, so that a faint glow lit the front entrance. He had run out in his plastic, waterproof, ducky-printed, extra-long, hooded poncho. Really only his shoes were wet. Shawn and the dead-looking guy though, were completely soaked. Great. AND there was blood. Blood?! There was blood all over- what the hell?!
"Thanks dude," Shawn gasped, finally buckling under the guy's weight. He set him down i
Storm (ch2): Is it Alive? In the back of his mind, Shawn knew that if something happened to him, Gus would be running out there. At the very least, if he did get pneumonia, his friend would SO take care of him.More Like This
But those thoughts were way in the recess of Shawn Spencer's mind. He knew someone was out there, and he had a feeling they needed help. He zipped up his jacket as far as it would go. He took a moment to mentally brush off the cold and adjust his eyes to the dark before peering through the rain. Not really rain. Torrential downpour. So much rain, the side walk had turned into the bank of a shallow river. A single street light cast its yellow glow way off in the distance. Everything else was dark. Thank God Gus kept a collection of scented candles in the office. Shawn cocked his ears. The rain was so loud, even if someone set off a car alarm he might not hear it.
Psych Storm ch1: Shawn sees a Zombie or an Assasin"Gus did you see that?"More Like This
"No Shawn, my back is to the window"
Shawn scowled. "There's some guy out there. Gus it looks like he's hurt". Still looking out the office window, he stood up and put on his hooded jacket.
"Oh great idea", Gus snorted. "Go save a creepy guy".
Shawn stood up from tying his sneakers. "I don't remember telling you he might be creepy."
Gus stared hard at him from his desk. "No, but an injured man, limping around our office at night, in the middle of a storm...sounds kinda creepy."
Shawn squinted out the window again. "I don't see him anymore."
Slightly irritated, Gus looked back down at the papers he was reviewing. "Great. Maybe he snuck around back. Maybe he's an 'assassin sent to kill us'.
"Gus if anything, he'd be sneaking around back to break in and eat our brains". Shawn took a warm up jump. "C'mon buddy, I need your help."
"With what? Saving an invisible zombie? There's no way you're getting me to go o
Bound, Chapter 3Somehow, the next day, I found my way back to Arthur Kirkland's bookshop. I didn't know why, exactly, but it seemed like a decent place to start.More Like This
"So," I said, standing in front of his desk. "Some of the big guys in the comic industry are having dinner tonight," I explained, putting my hands in the pockets of my damp jacket. "I... do you want to go? If you're serious about this graphic novel thing, then you'd probably be welcome."
"Really?" he asked, taking a few books off of one of the back shelves and moving them to the front. "Are you sure? I mean, if you're serious, then I'll go, but not unless you wouldn't be embarrassed-"
"Why would I be? I mean, you're pretty cool," I said, shrugging. "Honestly, having you around would make me look less like a kid."
He nodded, "so is it like a business meeting?"
"Well, Matthew set it up with me, so you may want to ask him for more details, but it'll basically be a bunch of important dudes talkin' about comics," I said, smiling. "I think you'll f