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The bells chimed behind the large organ pipes. Red robed men and women, heads bowed, hummed their chant. The stained glass seemed to reverberate with the very buzz of their chanting. They were powerful.
"Quickly, quickly..." His tone held a hint of a warning to it as he watched the young man wire the fuses together.
"If you don't hurry up, the whole place is going to blow!" Said Carl to his left.
"Carl, I am fully aware of the consequences of what could happen if I don't finish in time. Please be quiet."
Click. Click. Click. Something was odd about the room. Click. Click. Something...eerie. Harriet Devonshire couldn't quite put her bony finger on it. A cat mewled from the green leather chair in the far corner of the room, calling to her.
He had been my Adviser for years now. Rash, stupid, and he was the one telling me what to do. Foolish, I know. Perhaps I shouldn't have let him into my mind. But I did.
"Mr. Brooms. You understand why you've landed yourself here?" She frowned, glaring at him behind cat-eye glasses and wisps of marshmallow hair.
"Because I'm a delinquent?" Asked Anthony Brooms, a twinkle in his sage green eyes.
"Worse, Mr. Brooms. You are a hooligan." Her voice was shrill, piercing.
She was choking on the harness around her neck. Normally, of course, the thing was placed around her waist. But when it was a killer who did the placing, well, one can imagine where it might go. Resting against the ropes, she knew that struggling would be futile and would only plunge her deeper into darkness.
Math. Strange numbers. I can't currently think right now. Configured strange. Strangeness. Fragments. Not understandable. Incoherent. Angsty. Brainwashed. Strangers. Two meet. End of story.
The shiny red cap to the pen was severely contradictory. Inside the top lived a world of ink, but not red, like the delicious apple color implied it to be, rather, lime green. Complimentary, true, but not red. Underestimated, yes, underestimated beauties of green.
He had been running for years, years upon years for a crime he had committed. A crime which had been blown out of proportion, stacked upon another, in addition to the theft of a heart. While running, his capacity for crime had escalated, causing him to become a cold-hearted man.
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