Shadow Crawlers. Part 51

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Amy and Grady were led through the halls by a young man who had nervously introduced himself as Andy. Grady found herself incredulous that they had chosen this person out of everyone to show them around, his suit was ill-fitting and it almost looked like he was playing dress up. She began to suspect it was so they would lettheir guards down, but that seemed ridiculous too, after all they were trapped with no apparent escape. At most corners they saw tall, broad men dressed in suits just standing around, no doubt this was the security that Fred had mentioned. This bumbling, occasionally stuttering tour guide wouldn’t ease their fears, if anything it insulted Grady, she would have preferred a no nonsense person who would answer their questions with short, clipped responses, rather than a nervous “well, the uh, um” that Andy seemed so fond of. In a way she felt bad for him, perhaps he didn’t really understand his role in all this, possibly he was just a nephew of one of the higher ups. Maybe it was his first day. Amy on the other hand suspected it was all an act, to try and make them relax, think they could make a break for it and when they tried, they’d be body slammed by him to show them there was no escape. No where in this building was safe, no matter the reassurances that Fred had given them.


After a ten minute walk through the labyrinthine halls they arrived at the rooms, Andy gestured at one room, saying it was Amy’s, then he brought them down the hall, past three more doors before stopping and saying it was Grady’s room.
“Which one is bigger?”
“Uh, they’re both the, um, same size I guess.”

They decided to go into Grady’s room as it was closest. Inside was a large bed, a desk with a reading lamp, a window which was smaller than Grady expected, on the wall there was a TV and a few paintings. There were two arm chairs facing the TV, Grady sat on the bed,
“If you need anything else, please, just use the, uhh, phone.”
“Will do.”
Andy left.

“I was expecting a terminator type guy or an uber bitch. Anything but him.”
“They’re trying to get us to relax.”
Amy looked around, “I have no doubt this room is bugged, they’d be idiots not to.”
“Yeah, so we can’t share our amazing escape plans of trying to run and getting dog piled by those men in suits?”
“Pretty much.”
“When do you think he’ll be back to prove all that shit he said?”

“Few hours maybe? Look, here’s your folder, I’ll go get mine and come back, then we can read them and see what we think.”
Grady took the folder from Amy and began to spread the contents out on the bed, Amy left the room and returned a moment later.

“There was no one in the hall and no one followed me, though there is cameras everywhere. Damn hallway was creepy as hell.”
She sat on one of the arm chairs, then she began to read.
For an hour the only noise was the sound of shuffling pages and occasional muttering. Grady had three piles in front of her, one that was steadily growing, one for pictures and one that held only two pieces of paper. When she was done reading, she stretched and got off the bed, then she began to pace. A few minutes later Amy finished, “all done?”
“Yup. What did you think?”
“I don’t know, it seems to back up what he said, but of course he could give us almost anything and claim it was the truth.”
“What do you think of the pictures?”
“I don’t know, they look real enough, but they can still be edited.”
“I guess we’ll know when he comes back, if it is true, then what the hell should we do?”
“I don’t know. Though I want to know where Joey is, I suspect he’s still out of it and that’s why we haven’t seen him. I heard some of the guys talking, Joey killed one of them. Froze him to death.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it though, he was probably terrified.”
“I know, but they might not be inclined to let him wander around like us. Fred said the building wouldn’t let anyone use their powers, but maybe it’s just like that in holding rooms, it’s not like he had any reason to tell us the truth.”

“Do you think Brett is really dead?”
“I don’t know. I mean he was acting kind of funny for a while, but his family died. Maybe he was just grieving. He seemed normal enough.”
“What if Rose did it? What if she burned down his families house and killed them, she can control fire, and the files said they were working together. What if she’s the one that burnt down our house? it does seem suspicious.”
Grady stopped pacing, “Why would she try to kill us?”
“I don’t think she was trying to kill us, I think it’s the opposite, you should have been burned badly, but you were fine. Only Dom was hurt, that seems weird to me. At the time I just dismissed it as luck that no one else was hurt. What if they were trying to get us to Rose’s house, so they could monitor us easily. Think about it. They brought us there then told us we were in danger so we couldn’t leave. They made sure we stayed in that house. If Brett and Rose were really dead, then those things are wearing their skin, walking around in their bodies, pretending to be them. What if it was all a lie?”
“I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. I mean, of course they’re gonna try and spin everything like that and it does sound bad when you say it, but what if Fred was the one that ordered the fires? Rose wasn’t even there. We should give them the benefit of the doubt, after all they didn’t threaten us or anything. They’re going to try and spin everything to make us suspicious, if we are we’ll be more pliable.”
“You’re right but still, it is convincing.”
Grady sat on the bed, chewing her lip.
“Lets just wait ok, just wait until later, Fred said we’d be able to see if what he said was true. Lets just give them the benefit of the doubt until later. I mean, they didn’t kidnap us when they could have, they’re powerful, Rose could have easily taken us, so could Ed or Simon, but they didn’t. They didn’t drug us or drag us here. They didn’t keep us hostage, we left the house all the time. Lets just wait, ok?”

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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