Mr Yeung turns inside out and splatters messily upon the ground before Wolverton can obdurate the room.  Wolverton’s vision twists upon itself as he drags the dictaphone out of his coat pocket, thumb hammering the play button as it comes free.

“Pocket Manual of Rules Of Order for Deliberative Assemblies,” begins a calm voice, issuing tinnily from the dictaphone’s speaker.

The room snaps into focus, but Shen still wavers like a summer’s day.  The remaining hardboy snaps a shot off, but the bullet bends away in the weft of reality.  Shen raises a heavy revolver in reply, hissing like a cockroach.


~ by Electro-mechanical Man on May 25, 2011.

3 Responses to “Wolverton”

  1. Robert’s Rules of Order as a defensive spell! AUGH BRILLIANT

  2. I’m glad you liked it…there were a few other options that didn’t make the cut:

    Wolverton slams the night light into the socket and prays that nobody’s cut the power to this otherwise abandoned building. His faith is rewarded with a soft, comforting glow emanating from the cute little puppy.

    Wolverton throws open his coat, revealing an acre of silken black trousers.

    “Stop,” he cries, “Hammer Time!”

    “Just, just give me a moment,” Wolverton says apologetically, struggling with a tangle of yellow crime scene tape.

    Shen rolls his eyes. “You’re such a dick, Wolverton,” he adds, his mouth moving awkwardly with alien parts. He squints skeptically at the shape Wolverton’s laying out on the concrete. “I don’t even think a pentacle looks like that.”

  3. Hee hee!

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