Above Heaven, Below Hell #179: Guard Tower

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Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

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Today’s entry: Guard Tower

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Candle lights flickered as the once fully functional office went into night mode. Matrasses laid on the floor. It was the most comfortable bed Cassandra had laid on in what felt like years.
“Cass’?” She heard Kara whisper from the shadows.
“Yes, Kara.”
“I would like to bring the one that killed me in.”
Cassandra sat herself up. “Yes, we should do that. Do you want me to come with you?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will go tomorrow.” Cassandra laid down again and looked up the ceiling. The moonlight wandered across it. This was the first time she ever saw the white light from the moon enter the office, she realized. It had always been streetlight or office lamps.
“Could I also use one of the meeting rooms for talking to the other victims?”
“Like group counseling?” Cassandra let the thought wander between her neurons for a moment. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t. How many are there?”
“About ten I think, but I never counted them.”
“Take the owl then.”
Echoing steps from the stairway interrupted their discussion. Both turned towards the door. Brink slammed the door open. A man fought to get free in his arms. Hang was just half a step behind.
“We found one,” he said. “The bastard came running when we caught him. He held this.”
Cassandra got up on her feet. She glanced at the red liquid. Blood.
“Where did you get that?”
The man stared at her. Anger flushed though his cheeks. “From our enemies.”
“What enemies?”
The man stopped resisting the two officers. He directed all his force towards Cassandra. Brynk and Hang stopped him just centimeters away from Cassandra’s face. Cassandra’s pulse fled up her throat. She fought to not show it through her face.
“Enemies like you. All enemies of Gift-box.”
“He has been babbling about his Gift-box all the way here,” Brynk said between his teeth. “Apparently the guy will come and get us to refill the buckets some day.”
“How fascinating.” Cassandra inhaled slowly. “This Gift-box then must know we exist, right?”
The man’s face went from furious to blank.
“Thought so. Paul. Hang. Put him in the cell. Kara and I will get the hammers.”
“You can never beat Gift-box,” the man screamed behind her. “No one can beat him.”
Maybe not, Cassandra thought. But we got the upper hand.

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Flashes of Sanity #167: Post-Apocalyptical Officers

Welcome to Above Heaven, Below Hell! Previously called Flashes of Sanity. I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Today’s entry: Post-Apocalyptical Officers

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Cassandra entered their old office. The windows were gone, the computers too.
We will have to sit on the floor during meetings like in kindergarten, she thought. It will have to do.
“Is this really a good idea?”
“Is anything a good idea at the moment, Aresh?”
That shut him up. At least for the moment.
“Paul. Kim. Could you make sure our office hasn’t gotten new guests.”
“What do we do if we find any?”
“Show them the badge. Hopefully, it will work.”
Cassandra walked up to the wall where they used to display details for the whole group to see. The screen had been ripped off.
“Do we have a blackboard or a whiteboard in the basement? Kara, could you check for me. Roger you go too.”
The holding cells at the back of the office were empty. That would change. They were all the prison they had access to nowadays and the thought of what hid in the real cells of prisons in times like these made Cassandra’s skin crawl.
“Do you really think those will hold anyone for long? I mean they are immortal. Someone will probably crush his head against the bars and squeeze through them.”
Cassandra sighed. “Yes, someone will probably do that unless we crush them like we did with the army at the square.”
“We will crush them?” The two wide hollows that was Aresh’s eyes stared at her.
“Like bugs and pile them on top of each other.”
“You got to be kidding me?”
Why should I joke about this?” The sudden outburst got Aresh jumping back as intended. “I want to take care of the crime in this city and I have only seen us succeed at one point since this hell started. Everything else has failed. Everything!”
Seven faces had their color disappear. Only four returned from the white before Cassandra continued.
“If you are not okay with it, you are free to continue outside of my task force.”
“I was not okay with it on the square,” Aresh said. His face was the last to return to color. It was also the first to turn red. “I will not be part of it again. I am leaving.”
“This sick,” he mumbled as he returned the same way they came.
“Anyone else who wants to run?” Cassandra felt her own face heat up. “Anyone?”
Raul Saref and Regina Julius turned their back at her without a word. Their steps echoed down the stairs.
The five remaining kept staring. Cassandra stared back.
“So, I guess we won’t have to clean the cells then?” Kim said.
“No.” Cassandra’s pulse fell back between the ribs where it was supposed be. “Let those devils rot in the dust.”

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Flashes of Sanity #93: Crisis in Thoughts

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This week’s entry: Crisis in thoughts

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Captain Cassandra Crisis stared at the blank screen.
Why does this never end? Why does every gangster has to be replaced with two more?
They had caught five mass-murderers, wasn’t that enough?
No, it wasn’t, she sighed. It never was. Just as she closed the laptop she got it confirmed once again.
Two new murders. Within 30 minutes.
“Still here?”
Cassandra looked up to see Kara lean in through the office door.
“Yes,” she rubbed her temples. “ It looks like we will have another rough day tomorrow.”
“Again?” Kara frowned. Then she lit up. “You know what? We need to take the edge off!”
“You think so?” Casandea had to admit, the thought of a scotch down the throat didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“I know so,” Kara said. “And I know just the place. An abandoned warehouse turned into this scary house bar kind of thing. I promise this is an experience you won’t forget for the rest of your life.”
“You got a point!” Cassandra arose from her desk. “Let’s do this!”
Just as she grabbed her coat, her phone buzzed once more. She glanced at it, and sighed.
“You know what? We’ll call in the others instead. This will be a long and stressful night.”
The murder count had doubled in just a few minutes. The phone buzzed as the word ‘BLOODBATH’ popped up below the latest update.
“This has become an all hands on deck thing.” Crisis sighed. “We’ll take the scary house bar kind of thing another day.”
The frown on Kara’s face broke in a smile. “Sure, I will hold you to your words.”

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