The Kansas Incident Aspect 3

21291 / 50000 words. 43% done! I woke up to the sound of two annoying voices arguing. One was stuck in my head, the other somewhere behind it. "What the hell do you think you could do, pip?" Masculine, deep, smelling of onions and goat. "You can't reach him, and you can't jump back to get anyone that can. You think he's gonna just get up and walk outta the circle? He's friggin' unconscious, dimwit!" "You know my name, bub. And what about you, goatboy?" Feminine, high pitched, snide.... read more

Okay, this is raw, raw, raw. No word processing spell checking or nuthin'. I'll do that when I get home tonight, cuz I'm running out of time before work. 6892 / 50000 words. 14% done! I slept fitfully that night. I mean, besides the hurts caused by bruises and scrapes and scratches that came from wrestling with something the size of a Mack truck and having razor sharp claws and teeth all over it's body, I also had wild dreams involving a lot of nudity and sex. No, I won't go into details...

10370 / 50000 words. 21% done! Kansas isn't as boring as everyone says it is. Granted, it may not be as mountainous as the Rocky Mountains, and it may not be a canyony as the Grand Canyon, but it has its good points. Sedan isn't one of them. When I crossed the border between Oklahoma and Kansas, driving up highway 99, I didn't notice much of a change in scenery. The hills were still the hills, and yes, there are hills in Kansas, regardless of the rumors of eternal flatness. The sky was...

16084 / 50000 words. 32% done! There was a set of wooden French doors leading from the kitchen to the back porch. Before I followed Christie through them, I got a glimpse of the bedroom that was just off of the kitchen. Not much of a glimpse, because I tend to think that most folks' bedrooms are a bit sacred. Maybe it's just a weird thing in my head, I don't know. The bedroom, what little I saw, was a tiny affair, done in the style of quilt. There were pictures on the wall, might have...

25103 / 50000 words. 50% done! Christie was very gracious and agreed I should spend the night there, rather than at a hotel. She seemed a terribly concerned when I told her I planned to meet with Lawrence the next day. "Oh my, oh my." She said and wrung her hands. I had never seen someone actually wring their hands before. It was a bit disturbing to see her with her face screwed up in great concern and her hand going round and round over each other. "Christie," I tried to assure her...

30306 / 50000 words. 61% done! After George made sure that everyone was taken care of with whatever beverage that had been ordered, I hunkered down on my elbows and laid it all out on the table. I explained, much as I did to Tim, and even included, for no extra charge, my additional rational about why it was important that I stop this guy. "To put it simply, I gotta stop him," I said, "before he stops us. And he will, one by one, stop us, until he feels I'm weak enough to finally stop...