The League of Berries & Laurels - Ch. 6 (Pt.IV) -- End of Book 1
** To Be Decommissioned on 9/1/24**
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“Just you wait, disciple of Dardanelle; this is no bargain.” With the port window sprung open, Ulie seeks out, and then is away, sliding the roof and grabbing at lighting that traffics him like Sinbad to the cellar latch, curiously forced already, to offer him a decision, to go or to remain. Popping a head from the port window, the biker sees the results of Ulie’s thinking as he braves the shadows of the basement.
Green Bay Trail’s ancient run is dark ahead and dark behind while Mrs. Kerrigan, a tad frazzled and disarrayed by her descent down the bank, is shocked to find the youthful footfall continues there, screaming in fury that her kin are not with her and are, indeed, too far to turn to scold. Horror breaks all bounds when she discovers heavier boots that commingle with the familiar ones. Horror begets an increase in horror where she sees those footfalls of her son turn in some confusion near some pipes before those monstrous ones continue down the trail, and with determined fury, intent on vengeance, does she hound these.
Francis’ locks swirl about as bubbles emanate from his would be creaming maw that fails to express what his wild eyes do. A bathroom light, white and without holiday aspect, plays upon the slosh that filters out its primaries, from which Francis is released for more questioning, and that filters downwards and has started to drip near the foyer’s chandelier. Their third compatriot has left many doors ajar in his search for the basement stairs, but discovers them presently. A disturbance down its void assures him, falsely, that this will be a painless errand.