Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

They were standing near the courthouse, Vincent devising a new strategy.  Kregg deterred his thoughts as he asked, “How much longer?  Before sunrise?”

 

Vincent observed the eastern horizon in the distance, the view crippled by the towering steel.  A soft sphere of gold mirrored across the sky, a telltale that sunrise was swiftly approaching. 

“I’m not quite certain,” Vincent eased out through tightly clenched teeth.  He wasn’t having a good evening at all.  That wallet contained the last photo that had been taken of him as a human.  It was precious, not replaceable.  He had carried it, over two hundred years now, without flaw.  To lose his treasure at the hand of his ignorance was almost too depressing to contemplate.

However, it seemed that the wallet, and more importantly the photo, was lost…forever lost in this sea of towering steel, a city whose insides were as cold as his own.

 

“Looking for this?”

 

Kregg screamed, as the high-pitched voice had shocked him.  Vincent reacted with agile speed and preciseness, twirling, revolving until he faced their intruder.  He suddenly pulled back as his face was shadowed with a gold cross, and he shielded it with his cape in an attempt to protect himself.

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.

 

Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read