Waiting In Darkness, Part 5

When they arrived on the scene, they could see that a group of monsters that numbered somewhere near a couple dozen had Chris and Jewel surrounded. Chris was holding them at bay with a shield, but Connor knew there was only so long he could keep that up.


Waiting In Darkness, Part 4

“Each team has a mage of some sort,” Gregory said, his voice soft. He glanced back at Connor and frowned. “Our team has two. Would that just be chance?”

“Not likely,” Connor said, shaking his head. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the alley they were hiding in at the moment. Giving Gregory a smirk, he said, “Chris is rather protective of me. He worked with my brother a couple years ago and, being twins, expects that we’re rather alike.”


Waiting In Darkness, Part 3

Connor breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the garage underneath the Agency tower. He parked his car in its usual space and got out. He locked the vehicle up, all while chewing on his lip nervously. What was going on? Some sort of spell, Chris had said, and he’d mentioned attacks.

Suppressing a shiver, Connor head towards the elevator that would bring him up to the floor where he worked. Hopefully, Chris could explain it to him when he got there. He walked briskly, with his head down, focusing on the task of getting to the elevator.


Waiting In Darkness, Part 2

When Connor stepped outside, the city was as dark as night. His brows furrowed and he looked at his watch. It was only twenty minutes to eleven. “Why is it so dark?” he murmured.

Shaking his head, Connor started down the street towards the lot where he’d parked earlier that morning. His frown deepened when he noticed that the attendant wasn’t in the booth. He knew the lot wasn’t attended at night, but it was the middle of the day – in spite of how dark it was.


Waiting In Darkness, Part 1

Connor watched with wide eyes as the title page scrolled onto the screen. “A Woman Scorned,” it read, in typeface that looked like it dripped blood. Then, there were images of a wedding photograph, which panned out to show the couple arguing.

As the woman threw a vase at the man, a voice said, “After seven years of marriage it had become a love-hate relationship.” The man fled the scene with the slamming of a door.


Everybody Loves Me

Connor enjoyed watching the actors accept their awards. It made him smile to see the people he knew – the people who had worked so hard to bring his vision to life – being honored in such a way.

His eyes widened faintly when the officiators began speaking about the writers, the people behind the stories that the actors, producers and directors worked so hard on. He had known that the writers were given awards as well, of course. However, he’d somehow gotten it into his head that the awards for the writers were given off the air.

He glanced over at the first nominee and clapped politely. The woman in question preened a bit at the praise. It was clear that she felt she, above all the others, deserved to win. The second and third nominees accepted the praise with polite nods.

Connor felt his cheeks warm when the spotlight fell on him. He was a writer because he preferred being in the background. He smiled faintly as he dropped his gaze. Only when they’d introduced the final nominee, did he lift his head.

“She deserves to win,” Connor murmured to his wife. She wrote for one of his favorite television dramas.


“Whatever is the matter, darling?” Maeve asked, tilting her head to one side.

Connor bit his lip. How could he ask her without giving away what he already knew? He swallowed and then said, “I stopped by earlier and… you weren’t here.”

“I was having lunch with a friend,” Maeve said, shrugging.

Frowning, Connor said, “What sort of friend?”

Maeve took the question exactly how he’d hoped she would. She assumed he was jealous because she might be stepping out on his late father. She chuckled softly and patted his hand. “Don’t you worry, honey,” she said. “He’s recently lost his wife and we met at group for people who’ve lost loved ones. We’re just friends. Neither of us is ready for anything more than that.”

A faint smile touched Connor’s lips. “So, you just… meet up because you’ve forged a friendship over your… shared grief?”

“Well, of course,” Maeve said. She chuckled. “I don’t even know what he does for a living.” She shook her head, still chuckling, even as a wave of relief washed through Connor.

Watching you like a hawk in the sky

Connor sat on the rooftop and stared downward at his mother. His brows were furrowed. He had seen her with his target several times and had watched them closely. However, in spite of that scrutiny, he still didn’t know what they were up to. Why was she spending time with a criminal?

Sighing, he shook his head. He drew out his cellular and called Ezra. “Why would our mother be having lunch with someone in the Underground?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Ezra said, his voice soft. Concern tinged his tone. After a moment, he added, “You’re watching her?”

“I’m watching him,” Connor said, shaking his head. He sighed again. “What’s she playing at, Ezra?”

“Watch her and you may find out,” Ezra suggested. “Get one of your teammates to keep up surveillance on your target. You need to watch out mother.”

“Got it,” Connor said, nodding. He hung up and then sent a message to Chris. Someone needed to watch their target. He was going to tail the person the target had met with. He was a little surprised when Chris gave his permission for the action.

A Dark and Dozy Day

Connor hated days like this. He sighed and stared out the window at the gray clouds that hung over the city. Shaking his head, he looked away from the window. Devin yawned deeply and he nodded. “Me too,” he said.

“Hmm?” Devin rubbed his eyes and then relaxed in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the desktop. “You too what?”

“I’m tired,” Connor said, smiling faintly.

Chris leaned against the doorjamb of his office and said, “It’s the sort of day for a nap – dark and gloomy. I’m always more tired when it’s cloudy.”

Life is full of horrors

Chris looked up when he heard an ear-piercing shriek from the other room. His brows furrowed. “Connor,” he called, “are you all right?” He was just standing and heading for the door when Connor flew into the room and buried his face in Chris’s chest.

Blinking, Chris set his hands on Connor’s shoulders and eased him back. Looking into his face, he said, “What’s wrong?”

“It – it came out of the drain!” Connor shrieked.

Scowling, Chris moved to the other room and frowned. A large, nasty looking spider was perched on the edge of the sink. He bit his lip to keep from grinning. “That spider came up out of the drain?” he asked.

Connor made a soft whimpering sound. “It was horrifying,” he whispered. “I tried to wash it back down, but… it came back up.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Chris said.

Connor patted his shoulder. “Be careful,” he said. Then, he hurried away. As he disappeared into the other room, he called, “Tell me when it’s dead.”

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