111.
The building was on fire, this seemed sub optimal while fighting the Gillawomp. The creature didn't seem bothered by the fire, or Gilbert and Clarissa's attempt to harm it with their weapons. The cold was also starting to creep into the ruins of the cabin and Gilbert and Clarissa had taken their jackets off and were now trapped away from them.
"Freeze, burn, or get eaten these seem like shitty options Gilbert." Clarissa had joined Gilbert on his side of the cabin, they were facing off against the Gillawomp as it tried to figure out a way to get them from where they'd hunkered down in the kitchen.
"We aren't going to do any of those things, I just have to think of something, check in those cabinets for me."
"For what silverware?"
"Rat poison, places like this usually have an issue with rats, they'll have some."
"I don't think I'll find any... son of a bitch found some!" In literally the first cabinet Clarissa opened there was a box of "Rat begone".
"Cheap and deadly, just the thing, you see you'd think this wouldn't be very good against rats, its actually the opposite, its really awful for pretty much anything companies just dont..."
"Gilbert."
"Right, dip your arrows in one of those poison packs and nail that su... SHIT!" Gilbert had been distracted giving instructions to Clarissa and hadn't noticed the Gillawomp's tongue had snaked under the floor. It had him by the foot dragging him towards its open mouth. Gilbert tried to get a shot off with his rifle, but the creature swung him against a wall and the rifle dropped frustratingly far away.
"GILLAWOMP THIS ASSHOLE!!!!" Clarissa let loose arrow after arrow into the creatures mouth. At first it didn't seem phased by them, but as she fired more rat poison coated arrows down its throat the creature noticeably sagged and let Gilbert go. Wounded, but not dead, it left the cabin, Clarissa could hear a noise that sounded like a wounded whine as it disappeared into the night.
"Gillawomp this?" Gilbert had gotten his rifle and their winter clothing, he handed Clarissa her coat.
"Sounded good in my head." Gilbert chuckled.
"Well we better get after that."
"What why? Its hurt it probably won't come back."
"And if it dies in a local fish spawn with all that rat poison inside of it the environmental damage would be unconscionable."
"And if it leads us into a trap?"
"Well bring the rat poison." Clarissa sighed, but tried to contain the remaining rat poison as best she could, before following Gilbert in pursuing the wounded creature.
Friday, March 8, 2019
Friday, March 1, 2019
Can't Move, but Can Hate
110.
Three hours had passed with the Gillawomp not moving, nor Clarissa or Gilbert. Three painful stupidly long hours in Clarissa's viewpoint. Gilbert was trying to see more of the Gillawomp, Clarissa was trying to believe she hadn't been stuck in a broken down cabin in the middle of winter trapped by some kind of snow lizard. Neither one was very successful.
"Could burn it I guess Lizards hate fire usually." Gilbert was running down the list of things he knew to kill things.
"Unless its a fire lizard"
"A fire lizard in the snow? That doesn't makes sense."
"Yes that of all things is what doesn't make sense here Gilbert." Gilbert scowled at Clarissa.
"You knew when you took this job some weird shit would be a thing, but still fire lizards in the snow is insane. Still if we had poison we could deal with it being immune to fire, which I don't think that it is, hence why its still out there and not in here."
"Why didn't we bring poison?"
"Because I figured it was wolves and killing wolves with poison is morally wrong."
"I'll make sure to remember that when this eats us."
"Well next time you can carry the poison through the arctic tundra and then complain to me 'why are we carrying poison to kill a wendigo they don't respond to poison'." Clarissa was about to ask what does kill a wendigo when the roof collapsed in. The gillawomp tired of them both just talking chose to say hello. It had broken in the roof, its body still hanging over the side of the house where they'd seen it. The skin when visible was a dark red. It reached out with its tongue towards Gilbert. He dodged away from it and went for the rifle he'd assumed he'd need to kill some wolves. The Gillawomp was between Clarissa and where she'd put her bow on the other side of the now destroyed cabin.
"Light it on fire with your bow!" Gilbert called out, he took a couple shots from his rifle, but they didn't seem to phase the Gillawomp which was trying to angle its tongue and clawed hands to get into the cabin.
"Bow's across from the creature."
"Well get ready to run for it." Gilbert jumped into center of the room, he fired several shots from the rifle trying to get the Gillawomp's attention. It turned to face him and Clarissa ran to grab her bows and arrows. She used the fire to set a couple of them on fire and fired them into the creature, where they stuck and did nothing. She was about to fire another one when the creature belched a gout of flame at Gilbert.
"I told you! I told you it could be a fire creature!"
"Congratulations Clarissa now we get to die to something that is improbable, happy!?"
"Yes kind of."
Three hours had passed with the Gillawomp not moving, nor Clarissa or Gilbert. Three painful stupidly long hours in Clarissa's viewpoint. Gilbert was trying to see more of the Gillawomp, Clarissa was trying to believe she hadn't been stuck in a broken down cabin in the middle of winter trapped by some kind of snow lizard. Neither one was very successful.
"Could burn it I guess Lizards hate fire usually." Gilbert was running down the list of things he knew to kill things.
"Unless its a fire lizard"
"A fire lizard in the snow? That doesn't makes sense."
"Yes that of all things is what doesn't make sense here Gilbert." Gilbert scowled at Clarissa.
"You knew when you took this job some weird shit would be a thing, but still fire lizards in the snow is insane. Still if we had poison we could deal with it being immune to fire, which I don't think that it is, hence why its still out there and not in here."
"Why didn't we bring poison?"
"Because I figured it was wolves and killing wolves with poison is morally wrong."
"I'll make sure to remember that when this eats us."
"Well next time you can carry the poison through the arctic tundra and then complain to me 'why are we carrying poison to kill a wendigo they don't respond to poison'." Clarissa was about to ask what does kill a wendigo when the roof collapsed in. The gillawomp tired of them both just talking chose to say hello. It had broken in the roof, its body still hanging over the side of the house where they'd seen it. The skin when visible was a dark red. It reached out with its tongue towards Gilbert. He dodged away from it and went for the rifle he'd assumed he'd need to kill some wolves. The Gillawomp was between Clarissa and where she'd put her bow on the other side of the now destroyed cabin.
"Light it on fire with your bow!" Gilbert called out, he took a couple shots from his rifle, but they didn't seem to phase the Gillawomp which was trying to angle its tongue and clawed hands to get into the cabin.
"Bow's across from the creature."
"Well get ready to run for it." Gilbert jumped into center of the room, he fired several shots from the rifle trying to get the Gillawomp's attention. It turned to face him and Clarissa ran to grab her bows and arrows. She used the fire to set a couple of them on fire and fired them into the creature, where they stuck and did nothing. She was about to fire another one when the creature belched a gout of flame at Gilbert.
"I told you! I told you it could be a fire creature!"
"Congratulations Clarissa now we get to die to something that is improbable, happy!?"
"Yes kind of."
Friday, February 22, 2019
Thomp Thomp Gillawomp
109.
"At least its warm here." They had found a ring of cabins nearby. They were in poor shape having been an attempt at some kind of vacationing spot before they were abandoned however long ago. But they kept the cold out a little bit and within a short period of time Gilbert had a fire going in the fireplace, though he warned Clarissa about carbon monoxide because he didn't know if the chimney was still functioning properly.
"Something isn't right."
"Well we just got here and the building is falling apart, I'm pretty sure it's all not right."
"Not that, why didn't those other people come here? We found this place pretty easily and they would have as well, where are the bodies, I keep feeling I'm missing something here." Clarissa heard it just as Gilbert finished talking. A thump, it reminded her of how a trex was supposed to sound when it walked near you. Gilbert seemed to take no notice of it, he was lost in his own thoughts.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That loud thump just now?"
"Clarissa now is not the time for your Gillawomp madness." Another thump, this one was closer. Clarissa was looking outside and even with the fire messing with her eyes she swore she saw snow move with the thump.
"You're telling me you haven't heard two loud thumps?"
"No I didn't hear anything." Clarissa was staring hard out the window. Her eyes locked on what looked like an indent in the snow with nothing causing the indent. Clarissa wasn't even breathing, fear had gotten into her as she watched, her hands trembled a bit. There was no noise or movement, Gilbert was about to just call her snow crazy when Clarissa screamed.
"IT BLINKED!" She was staring hard at the indent in the snow and didn't even notice the huge eye staring at her until it blinked. Gilbert froze in place.
"Don't move."
"What you think its like a t-rex?"
"I don't know, but obviously it isn't attacking us yet, so don't move just stand there." Clarissa felt she was too close to the window for her liking but Gilbert was right in that it hadn't reacted to them yet.
"So what is that thing?"
"A Gillawomp clearly." Clarissa would have hit Gilbert if she wasn't worried about moving causing the creature to attack.
"At least its warm here." They had found a ring of cabins nearby. They were in poor shape having been an attempt at some kind of vacationing spot before they were abandoned however long ago. But they kept the cold out a little bit and within a short period of time Gilbert had a fire going in the fireplace, though he warned Clarissa about carbon monoxide because he didn't know if the chimney was still functioning properly.
"Something isn't right."
"Well we just got here and the building is falling apart, I'm pretty sure it's all not right."
"Not that, why didn't those other people come here? We found this place pretty easily and they would have as well, where are the bodies, I keep feeling I'm missing something here." Clarissa heard it just as Gilbert finished talking. A thump, it reminded her of how a trex was supposed to sound when it walked near you. Gilbert seemed to take no notice of it, he was lost in his own thoughts.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That loud thump just now?"
"Clarissa now is not the time for your Gillawomp madness." Another thump, this one was closer. Clarissa was looking outside and even with the fire messing with her eyes she swore she saw snow move with the thump.
"You're telling me you haven't heard two loud thumps?"
"No I didn't hear anything." Clarissa was staring hard out the window. Her eyes locked on what looked like an indent in the snow with nothing causing the indent. Clarissa wasn't even breathing, fear had gotten into her as she watched, her hands trembled a bit. There was no noise or movement, Gilbert was about to just call her snow crazy when Clarissa screamed.
"IT BLINKED!" She was staring hard at the indent in the snow and didn't even notice the huge eye staring at her until it blinked. Gilbert froze in place.
"Don't move."
"What you think its like a t-rex?"
"I don't know, but obviously it isn't attacking us yet, so don't move just stand there." Clarissa felt she was too close to the window for her liking but Gilbert was right in that it hadn't reacted to them yet.
"So what is that thing?"
"A Gillawomp clearly." Clarissa would have hit Gilbert if she wasn't worried about moving causing the creature to attack.
Friday, February 15, 2019
Snowlusions
108.
"Alaska sucks." Clarissa was colder than she'd ever felt before. Colder than she felt she could ever feel. Even wearing full winter clothing there was a lingering cold that soaked down to her bones. Her recently broken arm ached.
"Tried to warn you its not a fun time in the bush."
"Is that what they call this snow capped hellscape?"
"Among other things." Clarissa didn't see any bush's, nor did she want to see what kind of plant could live in this frigid wasteland. It was high noon and yet felt colder than it had been earlier in the morning.
"Well lets find these people and get out of here."
"I thought you wanted to find a Gillawomp?" Gilbert was cold too, but tormenting Clarissa about her belief in the Gillawomp kept him warm.
"Too cold for your bullshit old man, lets find these people or what's left of them." The one positive about the cold and snow was it had been fairly easy to follow the foot prints of the missing people, even with the wind. Nothing looked untoward about the foot prints to Gilbert, they didn't look hurried or pursued by anything, but they hadn't gotten to the cabin the people were supposed to be staying at yet, he worried what or who he'd find there.
It took three hours of hard trudging to finally come across the ruins of the cabin. Clarissa's heart fell. The cabin had been torn apart, and at some point a fire had burned the remains. She had hoped when they got there they could stay a while and warm up, but seeing the wind blown ruin just killed any hope of being warm.
"Wolves?"
"Possibly." Gilbert didn't think it was wolves at this point, but he'd seen crazier things, it could have been wolves, but they hadn't seen tracks leading up to the cabin that were the signs of wolves. So if it was wolves they were pretty stealthy, but he also didn't see any Gillawomp tracks whatever that would look like.
"Possibly? So now you believe in the Gillawomp theory."
"No, its probably someone started a fire and then burned the cabin down." Clarissa looked over the remains of the cabin in the waning afternoon light and doubted Gilbert's theory.
"Where are the foot prints of the cabin occupants, or the bodies?" Gilbert cursed under his breath. He had trained Clarissa too well.
"Ok you got me it's still not a Gillawomp, probably something else horrible up here, like a wendigo."
"Or a Gillawomp."
"Clarissa if I wasn't worried about freezing to death I'd so continue to argue this point, come on." Gilbert had a map of other buildings in the area, he hoped at least a few of them were still standing, or things were about to get real bad, and not just Clarissa mentioning the damn Gillawomp.
"Alaska sucks." Clarissa was colder than she'd ever felt before. Colder than she felt she could ever feel. Even wearing full winter clothing there was a lingering cold that soaked down to her bones. Her recently broken arm ached.
"Tried to warn you its not a fun time in the bush."
"Is that what they call this snow capped hellscape?"
"Among other things." Clarissa didn't see any bush's, nor did she want to see what kind of plant could live in this frigid wasteland. It was high noon and yet felt colder than it had been earlier in the morning.
"Well lets find these people and get out of here."
"I thought you wanted to find a Gillawomp?" Gilbert was cold too, but tormenting Clarissa about her belief in the Gillawomp kept him warm.
"Too cold for your bullshit old man, lets find these people or what's left of them." The one positive about the cold and snow was it had been fairly easy to follow the foot prints of the missing people, even with the wind. Nothing looked untoward about the foot prints to Gilbert, they didn't look hurried or pursued by anything, but they hadn't gotten to the cabin the people were supposed to be staying at yet, he worried what or who he'd find there.
It took three hours of hard trudging to finally come across the ruins of the cabin. Clarissa's heart fell. The cabin had been torn apart, and at some point a fire had burned the remains. She had hoped when they got there they could stay a while and warm up, but seeing the wind blown ruin just killed any hope of being warm.
"Wolves?"
"Possibly." Gilbert didn't think it was wolves at this point, but he'd seen crazier things, it could have been wolves, but they hadn't seen tracks leading up to the cabin that were the signs of wolves. So if it was wolves they were pretty stealthy, but he also didn't see any Gillawomp tracks whatever that would look like.
"Possibly? So now you believe in the Gillawomp theory."
"No, its probably someone started a fire and then burned the cabin down." Clarissa looked over the remains of the cabin in the waning afternoon light and doubted Gilbert's theory.
"Where are the foot prints of the cabin occupants, or the bodies?" Gilbert cursed under his breath. He had trained Clarissa too well.
"Ok you got me it's still not a Gillawomp, probably something else horrible up here, like a wendigo."
"Or a Gillawomp."
"Clarissa if I wasn't worried about freezing to death I'd so continue to argue this point, come on." Gilbert had a map of other buildings in the area, he hoped at least a few of them were still standing, or things were about to get real bad, and not just Clarissa mentioning the damn Gillawomp.
Friday, February 8, 2019
The Alaskan Gillawomp
107.
"I'm excited this is my first time in alaska." Things had been slow post the navy rescuing Gilbert and crew six hours after they had emerged on the sound. Gilbert had jumped at the chance when a local trapper mentioned something weird going on in rural Alaska, anything to take him away from the office which still smelled of seaweed.
"Its cold, damn cold, especially where we're going."
"So you've been there before?"
"Yeah couple of times, they are always worried about people who went missing, or people who shouldn't be in the snow, but both times I've been up there its been wolves, nasty wolves, but regular old wolves, pay is good though." Clarissa frowned.
"I thought wolves were an endangered species."
"In some parts of the US, not rural Alaska, and don't think of these like big dogs, they are nasty vicious things that would rip you up."
"Well that's if they are wolves, it could be the Gillawomp." Gilbert sighed.
"Oh god Doris told you about the Gillawomp, she watches too much dumb shit I swear to god."
"She said it blends with the snow, and that its like a spider, or some kind of big lizard."
"Or some Drunk alaskans big fish story that a dumb tv show made a special about. Every time I've been up in Alaska Doris asked me to look for that stupid thing and I have humored her every time, I'm going to tell you it doesn't exist Clarissa trust me, it's not a real thing, the name alone is stupid."
****
"Its a Gillawomp." The fisherman was an old grizzled sort that Gilbert normally trusted, but now he had his doubts. He glared at Clarissa who was all to happy to hear Gillawomp.
"What's a Gillawomp?" Clarissa annoyed Gilbert further asking about it like an eager child.
"No one knows exactly young lady, just rumors."
"And bullshit."
"You don't believe in it? Why are you up here Mr. Dunkley?"
"Because I'm being paid by fish and wildlife to find a fly fishing group that went missing up there, it'll be wolves like the last two times I've been up here."
"It ain't no wolves Mr. Dunkley."
"We'll see, can you just point me to a map where they were going?" The old fisherman grunted and pulled up some maps, eventually setting on a creek deep in country.
"There, you'll want to pack warm clothing and food, its deep in." Gilbert looked at the map and nodded.
"Yeah I've been up there before." He didn't say good bye, he left the old man's shack.
"Gillawomps are real right?" Clarissa had lingered.
"Very real, watch yourself girl, if you hear rustling but don't see anything, its coming for you."
"Thank you sir, sorry about my boss, he's just grumpy." Old man nodded.
"I hope he's right and its just wolves, otherwise, well like I said watch yourself."
"I'm excited this is my first time in alaska." Things had been slow post the navy rescuing Gilbert and crew six hours after they had emerged on the sound. Gilbert had jumped at the chance when a local trapper mentioned something weird going on in rural Alaska, anything to take him away from the office which still smelled of seaweed.
"Its cold, damn cold, especially where we're going."
"So you've been there before?"
"Yeah couple of times, they are always worried about people who went missing, or people who shouldn't be in the snow, but both times I've been up there its been wolves, nasty wolves, but regular old wolves, pay is good though." Clarissa frowned.
"I thought wolves were an endangered species."
"In some parts of the US, not rural Alaska, and don't think of these like big dogs, they are nasty vicious things that would rip you up."
"Well that's if they are wolves, it could be the Gillawomp." Gilbert sighed.
"Oh god Doris told you about the Gillawomp, she watches too much dumb shit I swear to god."
"She said it blends with the snow, and that its like a spider, or some kind of big lizard."
"Or some Drunk alaskans big fish story that a dumb tv show made a special about. Every time I've been up in Alaska Doris asked me to look for that stupid thing and I have humored her every time, I'm going to tell you it doesn't exist Clarissa trust me, it's not a real thing, the name alone is stupid."
****
"Its a Gillawomp." The fisherman was an old grizzled sort that Gilbert normally trusted, but now he had his doubts. He glared at Clarissa who was all to happy to hear Gillawomp.
"What's a Gillawomp?" Clarissa annoyed Gilbert further asking about it like an eager child.
"No one knows exactly young lady, just rumors."
"And bullshit."
"You don't believe in it? Why are you up here Mr. Dunkley?"
"Because I'm being paid by fish and wildlife to find a fly fishing group that went missing up there, it'll be wolves like the last two times I've been up here."
"It ain't no wolves Mr. Dunkley."
"We'll see, can you just point me to a map where they were going?" The old fisherman grunted and pulled up some maps, eventually setting on a creek deep in country.
"There, you'll want to pack warm clothing and food, its deep in." Gilbert looked at the map and nodded.
"Yeah I've been up there before." He didn't say good bye, he left the old man's shack.
"Gillawomps are real right?" Clarissa had lingered.
"Very real, watch yourself girl, if you hear rustling but don't see anything, its coming for you."
"Thank you sir, sorry about my boss, he's just grumpy." Old man nodded.
"I hope he's right and its just wolves, otherwise, well like I said watch yourself."
Friday, February 1, 2019
A Way Home Would Have Been Nicer
106.
*CLANG*
Gilbert and Clarissa were caught off guard by the noise. They had been in the engine room trying to see if they could get this ship moving when something collided with the ship.
"You think we hit land?"
"No ship this big you'd hear a lot worse of a noise more of metal on metal tearing, someone hit us."
"Oh god someone else trapped in this hell?"
"Or a rescue party." Gilbert and Clarissa left the generator area and got up to the deck. Once up there they could see Doris and Demurra standing apart from the carnival barker. Clarissa wanted to run to them, but Gilbert held her back.
"Could be a trap."
"Or they could use our help Gilbert."
"What help we can offer the real people is minimal, what danger that creature can inflict on us with a false image can not be understated." Clarissa understood, but didn't like it. So they waited to see what would happen, hoping that Doris and Demurra were the real deal.
****
"You're not welcome here." The carnival barker in front of them didn't look very scary to either person, but both could feel its power to know looks were deceiving.
"Wrong chuckles we're here for our friends." Demurra's fist glowed with a blue flame, her anger barely kept in check.
"Demon you have no power here, why even come if only to die?"
"Oh I was merely the driver, its the elf you should be worried about." The barker turned to look at Doris with a bemused face.
"An elf? I think this is a first for me."
"Hopefully be the last for you too asshole." Doris opened up a satchel she'd been carrying. At first it was just a beam of sunlight, the barker got a bemused look on his face, but the light grew stronger and stronger, burning away the creatures face and then the rest of him. The Fog that had been surrounding them burned away with it too leaving just the naval ship with two other ships smashed into it.
"How did you know I could do that demon?"
"I told you I literally can read your mind." Doris looked away feeling stupid for asking. Clarissa and Gilbert came running up. Clarissa and Demurra embraced while Gilbert looked away.
"So you're ship looks pretty banged up down there." Doris thankful to have some other conversation to be a part of agreed.
"Yeah the ship and fog just appeared out of no where on us."
"Well I wouldn't worry too much, I'm sure when this ship just emerged on radar in the sound someone in Bremerton shit themselves and we'll have a naval destroyer out here soon enough."
"There's a government shut down going on right now Gilbert."
"Fuck."
*CLANG*
Gilbert and Clarissa were caught off guard by the noise. They had been in the engine room trying to see if they could get this ship moving when something collided with the ship.
"You think we hit land?"
"No ship this big you'd hear a lot worse of a noise more of metal on metal tearing, someone hit us."
"Oh god someone else trapped in this hell?"
"Or a rescue party." Gilbert and Clarissa left the generator area and got up to the deck. Once up there they could see Doris and Demurra standing apart from the carnival barker. Clarissa wanted to run to them, but Gilbert held her back.
"Could be a trap."
"Or they could use our help Gilbert."
"What help we can offer the real people is minimal, what danger that creature can inflict on us with a false image can not be understated." Clarissa understood, but didn't like it. So they waited to see what would happen, hoping that Doris and Demurra were the real deal.
****
"You're not welcome here." The carnival barker in front of them didn't look very scary to either person, but both could feel its power to know looks were deceiving.
"Wrong chuckles we're here for our friends." Demurra's fist glowed with a blue flame, her anger barely kept in check.
"Demon you have no power here, why even come if only to die?"
"Oh I was merely the driver, its the elf you should be worried about." The barker turned to look at Doris with a bemused face.
"An elf? I think this is a first for me."
"Hopefully be the last for you too asshole." Doris opened up a satchel she'd been carrying. At first it was just a beam of sunlight, the barker got a bemused look on his face, but the light grew stronger and stronger, burning away the creatures face and then the rest of him. The Fog that had been surrounding them burned away with it too leaving just the naval ship with two other ships smashed into it.
"How did you know I could do that demon?"
"I told you I literally can read your mind." Doris looked away feeling stupid for asking. Clarissa and Gilbert came running up. Clarissa and Demurra embraced while Gilbert looked away.
"So you're ship looks pretty banged up down there." Doris thankful to have some other conversation to be a part of agreed.
"Yeah the ship and fog just appeared out of no where on us."
"Well I wouldn't worry too much, I'm sure when this ship just emerged on radar in the sound someone in Bremerton shit themselves and we'll have a naval destroyer out here soon enough."
"There's a government shut down going on right now Gilbert."
"Fuck."
Friday, January 25, 2019
The Danger of Loneliness
105.
"Well I have no idea how to operate a boat." Demurra and Doris were confused by the boat Demurra had sweet talked the dock worker into giving them. It looked like a pretty good boat, but neither one even knew what to do with it.
"Don't look at me I'm a summer Elf we don't hang with water." Demurra sighed, she didn't to have to convince an unwitting party again to help them, but she also didn't want to be sitting there on the docks while Clarissa was in danger.
"God this is the stupidest shit I've ever been involved with." Demurra got out of the boat and stomped back to the dock...
****
"Madness is here." The sailor's clothes were half torn off his body, cut marks adorned his arms from where he'd tried unsuccessfully to kill himself with a plastic butter knife.
"Are you the only one left?" Gilbert felt sorry for the kid, he looked like he was barely over twenty.
"Left? No, trapped, no way out, it wants me here, torments me, won't let me leave." The smell coming from him was overpowering, it was how Clarissa and Gilbert caught him in the first place.
"What does it want?" Clarissa didn't like the sailor, something about him felt off, like he wasn't real and this was another trick by the forest.
"Nothing," He laughed, all off kilter and crazy "But I can be free now." Gilbert didn't notice he'd slipped one of the ropes they put on him. In a quick motion he grabbed Gilbert's revolver and killed himself. The loud bang reverberated in the ship leaving Gilbert and Clarissa partially deaf. They stood there over the dead body for a bit while their ears cleared.
"So we're fucked right?"
"Mega fucked, I do have five more bullets though." Gilbert smiled, and Clarissa mustered up one herself.
"Well at least I'm stuck on a ship in the middle of hell fog with you Gilbert."
"I'd rather not be as well, but if I had to be you're a good companion for this too." They hugged each other, just clinging on to the fact there was hope for a little while.
****
"You're the worst." Doris had been insulting Demurra for the past twenty minutes ever since she'd taken the ability to drive a boat from the young man near the dock.
"Look what I did to him is not permanent and he got something out of it, win win."
"Says the demon."
"Former demon, and judge not lest ye be judged elf, you're thoughts are not so guarded."
"I hate this so much I don't know why I agreed to help you." Demurra didn't comment, she just kept following where she could feel Clarissa was, though she was getting worried how instead of getting a stronger feeling for her, it was getting weaker by the minute.
"Well I have no idea how to operate a boat." Demurra and Doris were confused by the boat Demurra had sweet talked the dock worker into giving them. It looked like a pretty good boat, but neither one even knew what to do with it.
"Don't look at me I'm a summer Elf we don't hang with water." Demurra sighed, she didn't to have to convince an unwitting party again to help them, but she also didn't want to be sitting there on the docks while Clarissa was in danger.
"God this is the stupidest shit I've ever been involved with." Demurra got out of the boat and stomped back to the dock...
****
"Madness is here." The sailor's clothes were half torn off his body, cut marks adorned his arms from where he'd tried unsuccessfully to kill himself with a plastic butter knife.
"Are you the only one left?" Gilbert felt sorry for the kid, he looked like he was barely over twenty.
"Left? No, trapped, no way out, it wants me here, torments me, won't let me leave." The smell coming from him was overpowering, it was how Clarissa and Gilbert caught him in the first place.
"What does it want?" Clarissa didn't like the sailor, something about him felt off, like he wasn't real and this was another trick by the forest.
"Nothing," He laughed, all off kilter and crazy "But I can be free now." Gilbert didn't notice he'd slipped one of the ropes they put on him. In a quick motion he grabbed Gilbert's revolver and killed himself. The loud bang reverberated in the ship leaving Gilbert and Clarissa partially deaf. They stood there over the dead body for a bit while their ears cleared.
"So we're fucked right?"
"Mega fucked, I do have five more bullets though." Gilbert smiled, and Clarissa mustered up one herself.
"Well at least I'm stuck on a ship in the middle of hell fog with you Gilbert."
"I'd rather not be as well, but if I had to be you're a good companion for this too." They hugged each other, just clinging on to the fact there was hope for a little while.
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"You're the worst." Doris had been insulting Demurra for the past twenty minutes ever since she'd taken the ability to drive a boat from the young man near the dock.
"Look what I did to him is not permanent and he got something out of it, win win."
"Says the demon."
"Former demon, and judge not lest ye be judged elf, you're thoughts are not so guarded."
"I hate this so much I don't know why I agreed to help you." Demurra didn't comment, she just kept following where she could feel Clarissa was, though she was getting worried how instead of getting a stronger feeling for her, it was getting weaker by the minute.
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