#ms. wolfe

[theotter99]

Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 1.3

The moment a new person wandered into the bar, Clayton Ward couldn’t help but glance over at them. That’s when it happened. It always happened. Clayton gasped as visions flashed before his eyes. 

More memories. More tales filled his mind. Swinging in a playground, writing late in the evenings and being held by a loving editor. Crying long hours as they had to stop what they loved. An entire person’s history was told in just a split second.

Clayton could have prepared for this but whenever someone walked in unannounced, that was when the real troubles began. He couldn’t prepare mentally for that. Grabbing hold of the table, he heard the woman in front of him ask something but Clayton was unable to understand her. His ears were hearing the bartender giving encouragement to talk to someone.

Clayton twitched and he curled up on his booth seat, as he grabbed his pounding head. A tingling sensation spread across in skin as something grabbed hold of his shoulder. Clayton looks over to see a black, inky hand grab hold of him tightly. No. No, not this again.Not another panic attack. He was doing something important. He couldn’t be back here. He couldn’t!

Clayton tried to stand up but he was pushed back to his knees by a figure of ink like substance. He looked around and he froze as he realized that he was no longer in the bar. He was nowhere. His spine chilled as he realized that he was in a darkened area. Was it a room or an area that went far out in every direction? It was too dark to tell.

Clayton tried to hide in his jacket as he put on his hood but another hand ripped it off his scalp, pulling his hair. Clayton squeaks out and his shaking body began to sweat. His stomach twisting onto itself, Clayton looked around and almost sank into himself. Surrounding him was five dark bodies that towered over him as Clayton wasn’t allowed to stand. One of the body’s stood behind him, holding him down. Clayton tried to stare at the ground to allow the attack to pass but another body stood in front of him. His hand pinched Clayton’s chin and he was forced to look up at them. Clayton stared into the figure’s eyes, shaking.

The three other body’s, circled around, almost giggling. They looked at each other before they turned their attention to Clayton. Their voices echoed in his ears. 

“Clayton. Where is your friend?”

“What happened when you left to explore those caves?”

“Did the snow kill him?”

Clayton felt tears swell in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. Before he could say anything, the middle figure’s voice boomed and echoed throughout the room. “Why do you lie?”

The other figures joined in. “That isn’t what happened.”

“What really happened?”

“Did you kill him.”

Clayton shook his head. “N-No… No. I didn’t. I-I could-” A figure slapped him across the face and tears started to roll down his cheeks. 

That’s when a golden light shone from behind Clayton as a door creaked open. Clayton glanced behind him and saw a dark creature standing at a doorway that wasn’t there a minute ago. Clayton tried to get a closer look but he was forced back to looking at the figures. They continued to taunt him as Clayton closed his eyes. 

He needed to get out of here. This wasn’t going to end anytime soon. These images was only starting. He couldn't take it anymore. He glanced down at his left hand to spot a golden ring on his index finger. Before any of the figures could stop him, Clayton grabbed the ring and ripped it off his finger.

Everything was back to normal. Clayton was at the bar once more. 

As he sat up, his shaking hands took off the chain around his neck and Clayton put the ring on it, like a charm. Clayton was an African American with a lighter skin tone and was very skinny. He looked to be in his mid-20’s but he might have been older. He had a square nose and his brown eyes were staring at the the ring still. He wore jeans and a green jacket. He tended to mess around with the string for the hoodie. He has small ear gauges as the ends of his brown hair was a lot lighter than the rest.

The woman that sat in front of him was still talking. “Hey! Ya alright? The hell is going on?”

Clayton looked over to see Ms. Wolfe standing as much as she could in a booth. Her face was a mixture of annoyance and concern. Ms. Wolfe was fairly attractive and cared about her looks, even if her taste was a little weird. Her black hair was put in a messy bun with her bangs that were growing out being tossed to both sides of her face. Half of her bangs were dyed a light green while the other half was purple in color. She had a fit body, a pointed chin and a flat nose.  She wore dark sunglasses that made it difficult to see where she was looking, purple pants, golden earrings and a green jacket that seemed to be popular in the 90’s.

She continued to speak, “Dude. You were just curled up on your seat, shaking. You good?”

Clayton slowly nodded, still trying to get a hold of reality. “Yeah, yeah… Let’s just ignore that and get back to business. What… What were we talking about?”

Ms. Wolfe sighed at this and growled a little. “You were trying to convince me to work with you or something.”

“Y-Yes that... “ Clayton stuttered a little. “Miss, I understand why you don’t want to help but… Do you want someone else to go through something like that fire?”

Ms. Wolfe froze. “How do you know about that?”

“I…” Clayton began sweating. He didn’t mean to mention that so soon.

Ms. Wolfe stepped out of the booth. “Whatever you were going to say, screw it. If you really cared, you wouldn’t have said that to me.” Muttering under her breath, Ms. Wolfe left to find another table, leaving Clayton behind. 

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