Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

6.6 Boss Fight

Ninja Grandpa, sadly, didn’t die from being shot right in the crotch. But apparently there is a universality to being hit there that transcends species and perhaps even mortality, and his eyes widened in a startled agony as his flesh ripped and hiss and he stumbled back. Too bright blood splattered to the tile and […]

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6.5 Under Iron

A fight has an ebb and flow like a tide, and gaining the momentum is important. Walter knew that as he stepped forward to meet the charging man, but also knew how fast he was; knew that in a heartbeat the man would be standing beside him and attacking, and that he had to react. […]

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6.4 Under the Moonless Night

The expansive main rooms of the Border Police Department were old, airy, and filled with little pockets of violence as men and women did their best to try to fight off…whoever it was that was attacking them. There didn’t seem to be a lot of them, but it was hard for Walter to see them […]

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6.3 Under the Law

There are some rooms that look the same in the light and the dark, nothing more than a washed out umbral reflection of their daytime selves. For some rooms darkness is a sinister mirror, with every edge suddenly jagged, and every comforting nook a disconcerting portal. And then there are rooms that suddenly go dark […]

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6.2 Response

Tennyson leaned back and smiled. The question hung in the silence of the room as everyone, even the ones behind the glass, considered it and it’s repercussions. Finally, Walter answered. “Nope.” “Why not?” Tennyson asked, an almost disappointed note in his voice. “Because that’s a really idiotic cliche that normally involves a more complicated plan […]

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6.1 Cliche

Alexander pulled up short before the door, turning to face the others. “Something isn’t right here.” He said after a moment’s reflection. “I’ve seen a lot of guys in a lot of boxes, and none of them have ever been that calm.” He shrugged a little bit as he looked between Walter and Leah, who […]

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6.0 Under Glass

BEGIN CHAPTER 6: DEVELOPMENTS   Monday started early, with the coolness of the weekend leaving a little lingering mist on the still slumbering city. Walter walked in through the mist with a briskness to his step that matched the air, and a determined look on his face. The desk sergeant gave him a nod and […]

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5.5 Debrief

“I’m never going to be able to let you go out on Friday nights again. Ever.” Walter proclaimed to his daughters, with a mix of exasperation, concern, and relief. “Or any other night.” He amended with a grumble. “So when I asked you about shenanigans, you neglected to include breaking and entering for what good […]

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5.4 First Impressions

Scotty Ravotti, known as ‘The Body’ and self-proclaimed World-Class Hottie, didn’t hesitate. He reached out and grabbed the attacker, who was two inches shorter and probably twenty pounds lighter than him. With the training of years of backyard wrestling for a surprisingly (perhaps disturbingly) popular Youtube channel, he pulled the man in to the air […]

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5.3 Listening Skills

“Shit titties!” Siobhan cursed loudly. Antigone and the others screamed, and Scotty cursed even more loudly and fluently than Siobhan. For a long moment no one moved, until Siobhan saw the note in her hand again, and some sense returned and tamped down on the flooding panic. “GO!” She shouted, grabbing Antigone by the hand […]

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