New Town. Part 24.

Part 1, Part 23


Doug lay in the comfortable bed, reading. The room they had brought him to was larger than he had expected. On one wall was a flat screen TV, underneath which was a chest of drawers, one wall held large shelves filled with books, while the other was mostly dominated by a window, the view through which was currently blocked by a set of thick curtains. Either side of the bed were lockers and lamps. After being left to his own devices, he used the ensuite bathroom to have a quick shower and then got into bed. He had grabbed a book from the shelf to read, fearing that he might have some difficulties sleeping, a fear which proved to be correct. It felt as though the TV would be too loud and bright, so he had decided to read. Occasionally he could hear the creak of a floorboard as people patrolled the halls, Doug found it comforting rather than unnerving. Shortly after Max had left two people had arrived, Doug wasn’t entirely sure if they were friends or employees of Todd’s. Both had a strange, animalistic look about them. Their mouths and noses extended out to an almost snout like appearance, they were bother covered in thin, dark hairs. Their eyes were bright and shaped like a cats, their teeth were long, white and sharp, edging into the territory of fangs. They reminded Doug of Jaguars. Despite the shape of their mouths, which seemed more and more catlike the longer Doug examined them, they spoke perfectly clearly. Some words held a faint vibration that was just barely audible. When they had shook hands they did so firmly, Doug noted that their nails, while short, looked remarkably sharp. He suspected that they could extend them at will.


After a brief discussion, the two people left the room and started to circle inside the house. Todd, Mark and Doug sat in the sitting room and each had a beer, chatting about nothing in particular. Doug felt too tired and drained to try and probe into the political situation of New Town, besides he knew there would be plenty of time for questions in the morning before he left. Just as Doug was about to be shown his room, there was another knock at the door, the man he had been introduced to earlier had opened it. A moment later a man and a woman entered and exchanged handshakes with everyone. They were overly formal and stiff. The woman looked like a normal human, but the man was completely white, everywhere apart from his eyes, which were a deep purple, including the sclera. They were to patrol the grounds outside, despite Todd’s assurances that it wasn’t necessary. Once they discussed their positions, the woman flickered, then vanished. The man went towards the hall, before he reached it Doug heard the door open and a moment later, it closed again.
The people whom he had met had all seemed calm and collected and extremely capable of taking care of themselves and Doug found it comforting that he something physical protecting him, he still didn’t quite trust magic. The people in the city still didn’t understand it and Doug doubted he ever would. He found the reading was soothing and as his eyes began to grow sore he put the book on the bedside locker and rolled over, settling down, happy in the knowledge that this time tomorrow evening he’d be back in the real world, in his own home and perfectly safe.




The phone rang and even though she was waiting for the call she let it ring a few times before answering.

“He’ll be going through tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s been confirmed.”
“Good. Get everyone ready, we’ll attack the wall tonight.”

She put down the phone and smiled slightly. She hadn’t wanted to start things off so quickly, but if they were going to play that way she’d just have to jump in. Obviously she needed to hire better people to run interference next time. She stood from the desk, she had to prepare for what was to come.

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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