“And do we know any more now than we did then?” asks the man she named. Nobody rushes to answer.
Instead the woman introduces herself to me. “I’m Jane,” she says, touching her chest, then thumbs over at the other man. “That’s Phil.”
“Philip Hall,” he announces proudly, like it means something.
I shrug. “Chris. Chris Warwick.”
“Welcome to the party,” says Phil snidely.
“So nobody knows anything about this? About why I saw someone just get fried right in front of me.”
“You saw that?” Jane sounds shocked.
I nod. “Managed to drag my blindfold down a bit. I saw enough.”
Phil gives a half laugh. “Resourceful little devil, isn’t he? That’ll get you a one way ticket to hell around here, kid.”
“This is Hell,” says Jane with complete conviction.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, though it’s Phil who butts in.
“Longer than you,” he says.
“Then you must have seen who’s holding us.” I round on him. “Who did that?”
Nobody says a thing.
“Oh, come on! This is ridiculous.” I stand, almost putting my hands on the bars again. “You can’t just kidnap a bunch of people and then––”
“Why not? Happens all the time abroad,” Phil comments. “Places where his lot come from.” He nods over at Kavi.
The dark skinned man smiles. “With one breath you betray your ignorance,” is his only remark.
“We’re all ignorant in this place,” Phil replies.
“But how did you wind up here?” It’s another question, and I expect Kavi to say something about that, but he doesn’t. This time he asks me one of his own.
“How did you?”
It suddenly strikes me I don’t know. I had thought I’d been out on the town or something, and just got completely smashed. But I couldn’t remember a thing about the previous night, the previous day (what time of day is it anyway?), let alone how I ended up in this cage. “I… I think I was drugged.”
“Well, of course you were drugged!” barks Phil. “It’s how they get you here, and put you inside these things.” He points at the cage.
“But why? Are they after money?”
“Looking for a ransom, that what you’re thinking?” Phil grunts. “And why exactly would anyone pay money to get you back, Chrissie-boy? Loaded, are you?”
I hang my head. “No.”
“Me either. How about you, Jane? Fitness instructor’s pay suddenly gone up by a few million in the last month or so?”
“Piss off,” says Jane.
Phil grins wearily. “Wish I could, sweetheart. Really wish I could.”
“So what do you do?” I enquire out of mild curiosity.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
“He works in an estate agents,” Jane informs me.
“Thanks a bunch,” Phil grumbles.
“What about you?” I ask Kavi.
“Aw, who gives a shit,” Phil breaks in before he can answer. “That was in the outside world. In here you’re just another plaything.”
“Nick,” Jane says quietly, her eyes glistening. “His name was Nicholas.”
“They don’t need to give a fucking reason,” Phil explains. “They’ll just come in, douse you with petrol and strike a light.”
“Phil, please,” begs Jane.
“Especially if you make a fuss, draw attention to yourself,” he carries on, ignoring her. “Just like Nick did.”
It was Jane’s turn to glare now, at Phil. “He didn’t do anything wrong. He was just––”
“He asked one too many questions,” Kavi points out, looking at me.
Phil nods in agreement. “Every time they came in, he was at it. What the fuck did he expect?”
“Come in? Hold on,” I say, switching the subject, “so you have seen the people holding us then?”
Phil considers how to answer that one. “They don’t exactly let us get a good look at their faces.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will,” Kavi promises.
“Nick didn’t do anything wrong,” Jane continues, as if the conversation hasn’t moved on at all. “It wasn’t because of that––they just enjoy it.” Without thinking, her hand goes to her neck and now I see the scar. It’s a fresh one, still quite raw. “They enjoy hurting us.”
“But why? What could they possibly gain from this? What do they want?”
“That,” says Kavi, “is precisely what Nick wanted to know.”
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Table of Contents
Matt Hults - Through the Valley of Death
John F. D. Taff - Cold Calls
Rycke Foreman - A Sunset so Glorious
Fredrick Obermeyer - The Verbpire
David Niall Wilson - A Candle Lit In Sunlight
William Meikle - Morning Sickness
John Everson - When Barrettes Brought Justice to a Burning Heart
James Newman - The New Racism
Michael Laimo - Banalica
Jay Caselberg - Window Across the Street
Colleen Anderson - Lover’s Triangle
Barbara Roden - Endless Night
Tim Waggoner - Preserver
John L. French - A New House
Alan Smale - Bridges
David M. Fitzpatrick - The Sabbatarian
Don Webb - Thirteen Lines
Scott Harper - Flotsam
Steve Vernon - Moving Lines
Nancy Kilpatrick - Farm Wife
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MATT HULTS
RYCKE FOREMAN
FREDRICK OBERMEYER
DAVID NIALL WILSON
WILLIAM MEIKLE
JOHN EVERSON
JAMES NEWMAN
MICHAEL LAIMO
JAY CASELBERG
COLLEEN ANDERSON
BARBARA RODEN
TIM WAGGONER
JOHN L. FRENCH
ALAN SMALE
DAVID M. FITZPATRICK
DON WEBB
SCOTT HARPER
STEVE VERNON
Farm Wife
NANCY KILPATRICK
AUTHORS
GARY BRANDNER’S - THE HOWLING
GARY BRANDNER’S - THE HOWLING II
GARY BRANDNER’S - THE HOWLING III
JAMES ROY DALEY’S - TERROR TOWN
MATT HULTS - HUSK
JAMES ROY DALEY - INTO HELL
PAUL KANE’S - PAIN CAGES
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