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where each of you originated. You are here now because I brought you back to be my revenge. Slowly my son will gain the confidence to pry each of you free from your prison.”
“It is you,” barked out a dog with a man’s head, “who bound us to this wooden box. If you wanted revenge, why not have let us run free?”
“Because I have targets that you might have missed in your chaotic rush for blood.”
“Does that mean after we do your bidding we shall be free to continue the dark deeds for which we have such pride?” asked the dwarf
.
A silence fell heavily on the basement. Death’s coldness seeped between the cracks
.
“She refuses us an answer,” said the dwarf
.
“No, no. Death merely stole her back to its bosom.” The snake uncurled, leaving a bruised ring around the dwarf’s ankle
.
“She cheats us,” said the dwarf. “She robs us of liberty, of our powers, and of our proper shapes. Each of us has a malformation, and I believe it is on purpose to debase us.”
“Not all snakes have rattlers,” muttered the snake
.
“But a snake of your caliber would definitely be able to rattle, instilling fear into the quarry before death. No, you give her too much power over you.”
“You want us to rebel while still glued to this horrid bark of a tree?” The snake slipped its body across the smoothly polished wood
.
“I say we wait for a moment of weakness. But we must keep our eyes open and our senses acute.”
Chapter
18
“Where is it?” shouted Stephen as Molly walked into the house.
“My son has been waiting for this day, Molly. I hope you won’t disappoint us.”
It had been a long time since Molly had seen Jacob smile. She smiled back and faltered a bit before she spoke.
“I have it in the car. Stephen said he didn’t want you to see the costume until he put it on.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go, go, Dad.” Stephen pushed against his father’s hip, trying to steer Dad into the living room.
“What if I just close my eyes?”
“No. You’ll peek, Dad.”
“But I’ll cover my eyes like this.” Jacob covered his eyes with his fingers but spread the fingers so that there were obvious big gaps.
“That’s not fair, Dad. You can see.”
Jacob uncovered his eyes.
“Okay, I have errands to run. You and Molly can scheme behind my back if you like. But don’t scare me too much when I come home.”
Jacob lifted his son and kissed him goodbye. He blew a soft kiss in Molly’s direction.
“You’re supposed to catch it,” said Stephen.
Molly reached out a hand but knew there was nothing to be captured in the kiss.
Molly followed Jacob out to retrieve the costume from her car. By the time she returned to the house, Jacob had driven away.
She held the costume up in front of her, and Stephen clapped his hands in delight. He especially liked the pointy claws she had attached and the tail that looked so real.
“I’ve brought fangs too,” she said holding up a wax image.
Stephen grabbed the fangs and inserted them into his mouth and growled menacingly. Molly let out a very feminine shriek when Stephen grabbed for the costume.
“Can I try it on now? Can I?”
“Sure. We’ll go up to your room, and—”
“No. I want to put it on myself and surprise you.”
“I think you’ll be needing some help getting into the wolf suit.” She showed him the snaps and zippers, and he declared that he could dress himself. “Okay, I’ll wait here for you, but if you need any help, call.”
Stephen rushed up the staircase.
Molly waited a few seconds before walking down the hall to the basement door. Even if he had some difficulty getting into the suit, she knew he would keep trying. He hated asking for help.
She turned the knob on the basement door which opened easily. Stepping onto the landing of the basement stairs, she began feeling around the side wall for a light switch. The bulb lit up immediately although the wattage couldn’t have been high, since it didn’t offer much light.
Her
“It is you,” barked out a dog with a man’s head, “who bound us to this wooden box. If you wanted revenge, why not have let us run free?”
“Because I have targets that you might have missed in your chaotic rush for blood.”
“Does that mean after we do your bidding we shall be free to continue the dark deeds for which we have such pride?” asked the dwarf
.
A silence fell heavily on the basement. Death’s coldness seeped between the cracks
.
“She refuses us an answer,” said the dwarf
.
“No, no. Death merely stole her back to its bosom.” The snake uncurled, leaving a bruised ring around the dwarf’s ankle
.
“She cheats us,” said the dwarf. “She robs us of liberty, of our powers, and of our proper shapes. Each of us has a malformation, and I believe it is on purpose to debase us.”
“Not all snakes have rattlers,” muttered the snake
.
“But a snake of your caliber would definitely be able to rattle, instilling fear into the quarry before death. No, you give her too much power over you.”
“You want us to rebel while still glued to this horrid bark of a tree?” The snake slipped its body across the smoothly polished wood
.
“I say we wait for a moment of weakness. But we must keep our eyes open and our senses acute.”
Chapter
18
“Where is it?” shouted Stephen as Molly walked into the house.
“My son has been waiting for this day, Molly. I hope you won’t disappoint us.”
It had been a long time since Molly had seen Jacob smile. She smiled back and faltered a bit before she spoke.
“I have it in the car. Stephen said he didn’t want you to see the costume until he put it on.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go, go, Dad.” Stephen pushed against his father’s hip, trying to steer Dad into the living room.
“What if I just close my eyes?”
“No. You’ll peek, Dad.”
“But I’ll cover my eyes like this.” Jacob covered his eyes with his fingers but spread the fingers so that there were obvious big gaps.
“That’s not fair, Dad. You can see.”
Jacob uncovered his eyes.
“Okay, I have errands to run. You and Molly can scheme behind my back if you like. But don’t scare me too much when I come home.”
Jacob lifted his son and kissed him goodbye. He blew a soft kiss in Molly’s direction.
“You’re supposed to catch it,” said Stephen.
Molly reached out a hand but knew there was nothing to be captured in the kiss.
Molly followed Jacob out to retrieve the costume from her car. By the time she returned to the house, Jacob had driven away.
She held the costume up in front of her, and Stephen clapped his hands in delight. He especially liked the pointy claws she had attached and the tail that looked so real.
“I’ve brought fangs too,” she said holding up a wax image.
Stephen grabbed the fangs and inserted them into his mouth and growled menacingly. Molly let out a very feminine shriek when Stephen grabbed for the costume.
“Can I try it on now? Can I?”
“Sure. We’ll go up to your room, and—”
“No. I want to put it on myself and surprise you.”
“I think you’ll be needing some help getting into the wolf suit.” She showed him the snaps and zippers, and he declared that he could dress himself. “Okay, I’ll wait here for you, but if you need any help, call.”
Stephen rushed up the staircase.
Molly waited a few seconds before walking down the hall to the basement door. Even if he had some difficulty getting into the suit, she knew he would keep trying. He hated asking for help.
She turned the knob on the basement door which opened easily. Stepping onto the landing of the basement stairs, she began feeling around the side wall for a light switch. The bulb lit up immediately although the wattage couldn’t have been high, since it didn’t offer much light.
Her
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