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A Wrong Turn (a n0ir)
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The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic to get out of the way.
The wail from the cop car in the distance kept me continuing frantically onward. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this deep. All because of those raven eyes. They had looked my way and begged me to save them. Little did I know then that the one that needed saving was me.
Backtrack
It all started when I walked into the boarding house and asked for a room. The landlady who was about to show me to a room got sidetracked by a ringing phone. I stood tapping my foot impatiently while running a hand through my unruly brown locks.
The sound of a clock ticking in the foyer across the way was working on my migraine. Then I heard another sound. A sound of footsteps on the staircase leading up to the rooms. I glanced up to see an angel descending. She was stunningly beautiful, this angel. Her eyes and hair were dark as night and her skin like porcelain. She looked at me questionly for a moment then looked away as she bounded down the stairs past me and out the door.
"Mr Smith? Mr Smith sir. I don't have all day. Do you want to see the room or not."the aggravated landlady spat.
Apparently I had gone to la la land in the angels wake and left Miss Impatient hanging. My how the tables had turned.
"Why yes, I most definitely would like to Miss Im..erm Miss Emerson. Lead the way."
After getting the full tour of the boardinghouse and the eating schedule I went to my car to retrieve my bags. My plan was to settle into my room and sleep...
The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic to get out of the way.
The wail from the cop car in the distance kept me continuing frantically onward. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this deep. All because of those raven eyes. They had looked my way and begged me to save them. Little did I know then that the one that needed saving was me.
Backtrack
It all started when I walked into the boarding house and asked for a room. The landlady who was about to show me to a room got sidetracked by a ringing phone. I stood tapping my foot impatiently while running a hand through my unruly brown locks.
The sound of a clock ticking in the foyer across the way was working on my migraine. Then I heard another sound. A sound of footsteps on the staircase leading up to the rooms. I glanced up to see an angel descending. She was stunningly beautiful, this angel. Her eyes and hair were dark as night and her skin like porcelain. She looked at me questionly for a moment then looked away as she bounded down the stairs past me and out the door.
"Mr Smith? Mr Smith sir. I don't have all day. Do you want to see the room or not."the aggravated landlady spat.
Apparently I had gone to la la land in the angels wake and left Miss Impatient hanging. My how the tables had turned.
"Why yes, I most definitely would like to Miss Im..erm Miss Emerson. Lead the way."
After getting the full tour of the boardinghouse and the eating schedule I went to my car to retrieve my bags. My plan was to settle into my room and sleep...
