"Hey numb nuts, we know you're awake in there!"
"Yeah!!! Now get your scruffy ass outta your cave and at least acknowledge us! Or am Neale and I supposed to go in after you?" followed by continuous pounding of the door, I finally decided to get up and acknowledge them.
"I'm coming out, just give me a minute or two to get dressed first!" I finally yell out my window to the guys down below at my door. As I yelled this I quickly get my trash bucket from it's resting place beside my bed and put it beside my open window ready to heft it’s contents out towards my annoying assailants. I quickly began to contemplate whether or not this was really necessary, but decided to go for it anyways. "Hey guys, I'm going to get something to eat quick before I come out, hold on just a few more minutes." I suddenly had the urge to go a little overboard with my revenge and quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen, remembering that there was some old jars of jelly gone rancid somewhere in the one o

(A continuation to A Nightmare on Kings Street)
Geb swallowed nervously, eyeing the springer rifle that the mysterious woman wielded. It was a black-market, custom-made rifle that looked deadlier than the real deal. He couldn’t help admiring the craftsmanship, even though the barrel was inconveniently pointed at his chest.
“What are you doing in my study?” the woman repeated bitterly, this time with a daring tone. It was difficult to see her. Half her body was behind the wall, using it as cover. The other half was shrouded in the darkness beyond the doorway. The only thing fully visible was her deadly weapon, unwavering and aimed true.
“I, uh,” Geb started in a dry voice before trailing off. His mind lethargically worked into overtime to supply him with a suitable lie: nothing. His fatigue was catching up with him.
With an absence of words, he turned his head away. His only eye fi