Flashes of Sanity #149: Officers with Guns

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Today’s entry: Officers with Guns

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”We need someone who can take aim and shoot fast,” The Reviewer had said. ”If I recall right that is you or Kara?”
”That is right,” Cassandra had said. ”, Kara has dropped a few points, though”
”I don’t think Kara’s recent activity should weigh in on this decision. We will make room for you both.”
And that was that.
Cassandra held back sigh. The undercarriage pushed against her back and the asphalt against her chest. Hopefully Kara had it better.
She doubted it though. Hiding under cars was never comfortable. The pool around the fountain created an illusion that the two cars was completely demolished, but they stood on their four wheels.
”When I scratch my foot against the ground you come out of hiding and shoot the evil Santa,” the Reviewer had said.
”How is we shooting him helping? He is immortal.”
”Never underestimate the element of surprise.”
Cassandra hoped he knew what he was talking about. This would be their last chance.
On the other side of the pool, The Reviewer scraped his foot against the asphalt. Cassandra crawled out and looked at Kara. The sloppy face nodded. They both arose and fired. They fired again. And again.
Sam screamed.

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Flashes of Sanity #144: Sloppy Skin

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Today’s entry: Sloppy Skin

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”That hat is one bad fashion choice,” Carl Messinger told Aresh.
Aresh laughed. Kara felt a laugh gurgle in her throat too. She stopped it. This was not the time.
They already look at me too much anyway.
She corrected the skin of her jaw. It still had her mouth open at all times showing her flesh under what was the real her. No one saw the real Kara anymore. They only saw wrinkled skin hanging on what once was human.
“You are right,” Dale Riderstorm said. “It is a terrible fashion choice.”
The man who had mocked the police for years smiled. He glanced at Kara. In contrast to everyone else he did not look away when she noticed him. He excused himself from the discussion and walked towards her.
He thinks I am a monster, Kara thought.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Dale asked.
Kara didn’t answer him and Dale took that as she didn’t mind.
Here it comes, she thought.
“I am curious of what happened to you,” Dale said. “If you feel like telling me of course.”
The question hit Kara through the chest in a sharp spear. Her heart stopped. Then it broke when she realized someone could actually go past the horridness. Then she realized that he was the Reviewer, and the cold spear turned burning within her.
What was the catch?
“I am not comfortable telling you that,” she said.
Dale nodded. He turned and put his focus on Mr. Diamond and a teenage girl.
“People think they are so good at hiding secrets,” he said. “The truth is none of them are. Everything leaks out. The truth is there for those who are willing to find it. Not that long ago there was a rumor of a man walking in other men’s skin. The rumor began when a man named Bill went from Billionaire to church rat because he suddenly couldn’t handle the economics anymore. Then it spread as a house fell apart because of a faulty carpenter known for his attention to detail. I have studied you, Kara. Just as I keep tabs on every officer in our beloved country. Lately, you have lost touch with your own passion. To me this is the closest you have been to the real Kara for several months.”
Kara’s lips tasted salt as small droplets walked under her skin. The spear turned comforting within her chest.
“Really?”
“Yes, if you need someone to talk to, you know where I am. If you know others who could need the same favor show them to me.”
Dale arose. He walked to the teenage girl and Mr. Diamond. He talked to them like nothing had happened.
But everything happened.
Kara used the inside of her skin to dry the tears and corrected the skin of her jaw again.
Further into the sewers, she heard the same devilish laughter she drowned not that long ago.

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Flashes of Sanity #136: Protect the Sewers

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Today’s entry: Protect the sewers

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”I thought I heard someone breathing,” a voice said from above. Then the little goblin giggled as it threw itself at Cassandra.
Cassandra drew her gun before she thought. She fired at the approaching creature as her brain processed what her eyes and ears told her. Her bullets were joined by countless more as her squad emptied their guns into the being.
“What was that?” Aresh asked.
“I don’t know.” Cassandra stepped closer to the goblin. She reloaded. The goblin had bells on its feet, still it snuck up on them so easily.
Wonder how many more now sneaking up on them after hearing the gun shoots?
The mouth moved on the lump of blood, and Cassandra fired again as it threw itself at her. It grabbed her face.
“Merry Christmas!” It said and gnawed on her ear. It pulled her ear away.
Cassandra screamed. She pulled at the monster. The others did to, but it never came loose. It swallowed her ear. Then it went for her face again.
“Move!” Cassandra heard Kara scream.
The monster looked up just to see a pipe fall onto its head. The monster crashed to the sewer floor. Kara continued to hammer it all while the goblin laughed.
“You are not safe here. Santa is coming for you.” It stretched for Cassandra’s feet but another hit flung it further away.
“Don’t just stand there,” Kara said. “Hold it down. Tie it up.”
Cassandra watched as her crew threw themselves at the goblin. Some held the head in place, others focused on the arms and the legs. Cassandra considered gutting it to get her ear back.
Kara threw the pipe to the ground, and she cuffed the monster. Saliva got stuck on her loose lip.
Just to be sure they tied the blood lump up so it couldn’t move. The monster didn’t seem to mind.
“Merry, merry Christmas,” it sang. “We will kill you all.”
Cassandra tore off the arm of her uniform and pushed it against her ear. With the few sparks still capable of thinking, she made a decision. They would leave the safe place they had been the last few days. To where she didn’t know.
“Pack everything, we are moving. And throw the goblin in the water, that way no one can hear it at least.”

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