Filed To Story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
Kanorado? I knew where that was. It was a joke of a city with the names of two states meshed together. Kansas and Colorado, hence Kanorado. It was on the same list as places like Texarkana, though that one was more famous.
“Are the kids really just over the state line? They had to be, right. That’s what I was here to find out anyway.
I continued to walk forward, following the light. The village of Kanorado was extremely small, it was maybe a quarter of a mile in length. The most lively thing I saw was a highway in the distance that looked like it exited here, but didn’t have much traffic getting off to see the sights.
I just continued following that beacon. I had started a good distance from the town and was now beyond it, all the while I saw nothing but this little, old timey Main Street. But now, that light was finally growing bigger and brighter.
I saw a large, but still very old, house begin to form. It looked like it hadn’t lived in for many years, but was still standing firm. The house was once white, but had long since yellowed and then grayed with age and time. It was a two story house, obviously beautiful when it was first built, with a lot of windows and a wrap around porch. It should have looked sweet, homely, something you would see in a movie.
Well, you could say it belonged in a movie alright. A horror movie. This place just radiated sinister. I could tell it had a lot of secrets hiding in its depths.
The light was now coming from within that house, deep inside it, guiding me to where I needed to go. I climbed the porch, not leaving a footprint behind but hearing my footsteps and the creaks of the floorboards.
There were no little puffs of smoke when I walked on all that dust, like they teach you to expect in books and movies. When I reached the door I extended my arm and touched the door, it was very much solid. This wasn’t like a dream, nothing like what Joaquin said he experienced.
Pushing the door open I saw a living room filled with furniture that was covered in white sheets and several hundred layers of dust. I could smell that dust, it tickled my nose and made me want to sneeze. There were two halls leading off the room as well as three doors and a large staircase leading up on the right side of the room. The light was not flashing anymore. It seemed I had to narrow the locations down on my own.
I slowly started to explore the house. I checked the doors leading off the room first. The one to my immediate left was a coat closet, which is what I would expect given its position in the room. The door to the far right led to an office. There was a desk, also covered in a sheet, and what looked like a desk chair, also covered in a sheet. I noticed a really old filing cabinet in the corner and nothing else. The room was nearly empty.
The last door leading off the room had a flight of stairs leading down to a basement. I decided to wait on going down for the time being. This door had been in between the two hallways leading off of the living room.
The hall to the left led to a large eat in kitchen. The cabinets doors were hanging off, their hinges long since rusted. The table in the room had no sheet but was covered in dust, dirt and leaves as the window in the back door had been broken by a fallen branch that was still pushing through the frame.
The kitchen held nothing of importance, the only interior door leading off this room was to a small walk-in pantry. It looked like no one had lived here in a long time, given how old and outdated the appliances looked.
Backtracking to the living room, I investigated the other hallway. Down here there was a small bathroom and a bedroom. There was an empty bed frame and a busted chest of drawers in the room but nothing else. The bathroom, which was filthy, at least had nothing broken inside of it.
I once again went back to the living room and made my way up the stairs. The second floor was one long hallway with six more doors. The one to the left was a linen closet, the one on the right was another small bedroom, this one completely empty.
The second door on the left was a small bedroom, nearly the same size as the last one but this one had three pieces of furniture. There was a dresser and mirror, a night stand, and an armoire, all were broken, complete with shattered glass on the floor. The door opposite it was another bathroom. It too was filthy but all the base components were there.
The last door on the left was another storage room filled with empty and broken shelves. The door opposite that was a master bedroom. I only knew this because it had two doors, not just one like the others. Both doors had been removed, one had led to the closet and one to the en suite bathroom for the parents to have for themselves. Yet, in terms of size it wasn’t much bigger than the rest of the rooms.
Well, that was everything upstairs and on the main floor, guess I had to check the basement now. I had avoided that because I didn’t want to be without any light when I found the kids so I had hoped they were elsewhere.
I started down the stairs slowly, step by step inching my way forward. There were more stairs than I expected, way more. Instead of around a dozen, I had already counted sixty and wasn’t done walking down. This was not a normal basement.
When the descent leveled off and I was no longer on stairs but solid ground I had gone down more than a hundred steps. And, contrary to what I had thought, there was light down here. But I seemed to be in a long corridor with another six doors leading off it. And at the far end of the corridor there were two men standing guard. I thought they had seen me as they were staring right at me, but that was when I heard someone coming down the stairs behind me.
Their steps were light, nearly quiet even though they seemed to be moving fast. I turned and saw a man who looked to be in his late twenties coming toward me. He had long black hair that reached to his waist and eyes that matched. He looked like he was only a little taller than me, way shorter than the men I was used to dealing with. And his build was slight and thin, he didn’t look strong, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t powerful.
I moved to the side, knowing it was too late to hide myself but trying to buy myself time. He had just reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes on the end of the hall. He never even glanced at me, he just continued to walk on.
I followed after the man, more confident now that I knew I couldn’t be seen. Slowly, I crept along after him until he was about ten feet away from the men, and three feet in front of me.
“Lord Phillip, we are honored by your return.” The man on the left spoke as they both bowed their heads and knelt to the ground.
“Is there word from his majesty?” The other man asked.
“There is indeed. The wolf pack has arrived and provided aid to the council. The attack was not successful.” The man who seemed to be called Phillip answered. I could not see his face but I saw fear wash over the other men.
“Is the king’s daughter with them?” The man on the right asked.
“She is, in fact she seems to be leading them.”
“But, does the king plan to eliminate his daughter now? I thought he still needed her.”
“He does, without her the binding will be impossible. But, we can now send warriors to her home and have them lie in wait.” Phillip sneered and seemed to be laughing.
“Yes, Sir.” Both of the still kneeling guards answered in unison.
“We will ready the children to be moved tomorrow. And make sure the others fortify the puppetry as well, King Gannon plans to send a horde at the same time we move the children.”
“Yes, we will have them ready, Sir.” The man on the left answered.
“Good, I will be back by noon.” Phillip spun on his heels and I stepped aside out of his way. I didn’t need to push the issue of if I was really here or not, I mean doors were solid to me, would I feel solid to these people?
Phillip went up the stairs just as quickly and quietly as he came down. The two guards stood when he was gone. They looked at each other before walking down the corridor. I quickly moved with the, avoiding the two of them so they didn’t run into me, or walk through me. That would have been a little too horror movie for me to deal with. The man on the left opened the door closest to the stairs, in the room were about a dozen more people in what seemed like a large barracks. The man on the right opened the middle door on his side and in there I saw four women and the children. There were indeed more than just the eight. It seemed like there were two dozen altogether. All of them looked to be twelve or under.
I had found them and now I would come back for them. I’d save them and get them home to their families.
“Hang in there kids.” I said, more to myself than anything else, but the two men who had just opened the doors paused and looked at each other like they were asking if the other made the sound. Oops, time to get out of here.
No sooner had I thought that than I felt a tugging in the back of my neck. It felt like someone had grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and started to drag me. I closed my eyes, afraid I was going to hit the ceiling as the tugging sensation started to lift me off the ground.
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