Here's the next instalment. First of all I only had about 300 words but then something clicked and then I was on a roll, if you get my drift? But yeah, get reading and ignore my waffle. Much love.
I have never seen anything more graphic in my life. He continued whacking her head against the wall, ignoring her stifled cries, I was resisting the urge to just go and punch him in the face, but as soon as I clenched my fist Caitlin grabbed my hand, nudging me and giving me panicked looks.
I was just about to surrender when all of a sudden there was a sickening crack, and Pinky was no longer with us. But the surprising thing was, the workers just ignored the who scenario and carried on... well... working! I saw a door nearby and snuck towards it, dragging Caitlin by my still clenched hand, once safely inside, he burst out crying.
"Shhh!" I hissed, but I put my arm around him all the same. He tried to stifle his sobs but he was still shaking. Anyone would think he's never left his house without his mother! Oh wait, he hadn't.
"What are we going to do?" Caitlin cried, before I hissed again to get him to be quiet.
"We've got to find out who's controlling Horace." I said simply.
"But how?" Caitlin wailed again. Seriously, I think he only has one level of noise, since he only talks if he's wailing about something.
"By shutting up and doing as I say!" I sighed. My shoulder was now wet with his tears, and he lifted his head up.
"It's all going to be ok, I promise" I whispered, then pressed my ear to the door.
It was silent. I couldn't hear a thing. I tried to look through a crack in the keyhole, but it was pitch black. All I could see was, well... black! Talk about stating the obvious! I had to risk it.
"Caitlin, if I knock on this door three times then it's safe to come out, ok?" I whispered, but before he could even nod, I opened the door a fraction. I couldn't see anything, the room was pitch black. I slipped outside the door to stare at... nothing. It was times like that when I wished I had x-ray vision or something that would help me, then I realised something.
Fumbling around in the dark, I persevered until I found the small bag Peewee gave to me what seemed like years ago. I quickly plunged my hand into it, and out came... I don't know, I couldn't see. What were you expecting?
It felt strangely like glasses, so I gingerly tried to shove them on my face. All of a sudden my eyes blurred, and the room was clear. There were people at a rickety table in the middle of the room, and as I froze in horror I noticed they hadn't seen me. Just to check, I waved at a dopey looking guy that looked vaguely like a familiar Racoon, but alot smaller, and he had an identical twin. I swung my hands high above my head and flapped them vigorously. If Peewee saw me now in crazy sunglasses flapping my arms like a bird he would be laughing his head off. But he wasn't there. He was probably at home back in Brynland, watching reality TV and making fun of them... without me. I moved closer, but still none of them noticed me. I edged closer and closer and soon enough I was at the table with them. A burning candle stood in the centre that I hadn't seen before, gently flickering and revealing several dimly lit officials wearing a similar uniform to the workers, and the two raccoons, which were stood on top of a small pile of books so they could see everyone.
On the table, along with the candle, were a small needle and a potion. Also on there was a large pile of official looking documents. Then one of the Racoons picked up the needle. One by one, he inserted it into each weary looking official. All of a sudden they stood bolt upright and alert, as if they were ready to do whatever the two racoons said.
"Now listen" said the second racoon rather harshly to them all. "You need to find the girl, and give me the tent. I need it to get Crazy Redd on my side, there is something about that tent that he won't live without."
They all nodded in unison, rather robotically, their eyes glazed over. "Now to get to the girl, I have already sorted that out. Nook has already taken over Brynland, and I took some people to use as workers, and I picked up the key ingredient to getting that purple haired ruffian!" He shoved a photo to the centre of the table, and there in the picture, chained and scarred but looking wearily defiant, was my best friend Peewee.
