Confrontation

There was no time like the present. Kroll marched purposefully through grey streets and into the courtyard. He was in possession of a skeleton key. A lock clunked and he swung the door open. Striding quickly along a… Read More

Feed Time

The next day, the wooden panel was lifted again and Ned was manhandled out by Side-Kick. This time, the boy managed to stand. Ned was bruised and the skin around an eye had blackened. A series of wooden… Read More

Clubbed

In the hole, Ned could hear the jailors and their scratchy personalities above, bickering in their dimly lit quarters. He was uncomfortable in the cramped surroundings, but drifted in and out of sleep. The rawness of his skin… Read More