salemsage
"Hurry up in there!"
The kitchen porter swears quietly to himself as he unloads the dishwasher and throws in another tray of dirty plates, cups and cutlery. He starts it and breathes, but then turns his head, and his heart drops as he realises just how much left he has to do.
"Damn!!"
The car skids to the side of the road wildly. He grasps the wheel firmly in both hands, concentrating on not rearing further off the road and into the countryside.
Eventually it skids to a halt, and he breathes freely once more.
All because of a broken bottle.
"I dare you."
"Come on, really?!"
"Yuh-huh! Really! Go on, right now!"
She darts out from behind the corner and walks up to the mustached gentleman who is reading a newspaper on a bench. Very well-to-do. Isn't he missing a top hat and monacle?
"Excuse me?"
The man looks up. "Yes, what is it dear?"
"Your flies are undone." She darts away, face flushing, stifling giggles.
She stared at the key that had been posted through her letterbox. Who had delivered it to her? Why had they done such a thing? And which lock would it open? There had been no note left for her to explain anything.
He looked about the dark room. He didn't dare turn on the lights, in case even the buzz of electricity alerted someone else in the house to his position. He crept across the room until he reached the old desk in the corner, and reached out towards the third drawer from the bottom.
This was it. This was the diary he'd been looking for. Now, he could uncover the secret.
He looked at the camera. It was an antique, yet still in good condition. He raised his eyebrows and inspected it further. It spoke of another time, so far away and yet in comparison to the rest of Earth's age, not that long ago at all. He reached out and took it in his hands, startled by its weight.
"My methods are flawless, absolute. Why do you see fault in them? You should look at your own rules," the dark being stated, exuding shadows from every part of its being. "You have exceptions here and clauses there. I am merciless, but it is absolute, and my methods are fully efficient."
The man gripped his ticket and watched the screen, keeping his eyes focused on a horse. It was a beautiful beast, black, flowing mane, and a stripe down its nose. It looked like a champion, but as it approached a fence, it toppled.
The man had lost.
He knocked on the door.
"Enter!"
The principal's office was immaculate in its neatness. All files were stacked on shelves in alphabetical order, and no signs of mess or untidiness could be found. That is, until the boy walked into the room, scruffy, unshowered, and bloody.
The cabinet was dusty, and stood in a corner of the derelict room, sad and neglected. He stepped over to it, debris crunching under his feet. The treasure had to be hidden somewhere around here... The cabinet surely concealed it.
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