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He’d cased her for a week already, and now it was finally time to act. She was a pretty little thing, a sorority girl, short, about 5’2”, pixie-cut dyed-blonde hair, hourglass body, button nose, round lips, decent boobs, cute face and smile…He hoped she wouldn’t put up too much of a fight…

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Pyotr followed the others into the abandoned house. Everything was abandoned now, or the owners were dead, like many others, but this was the new normal. There was nothing now but snow, just a blanket of it everywhere, and this was also the new normal…

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Davey stared at the shadow on the light-blue wall of his bedroom. There was a shadow in the moonlight, a shadow of a man, or maybe a woman; he couldn’t tell. It was tall and gangly, an amorphous shape in rough-humanoid form with extra-long arms, long hands, and long, long fingers. He did not know why, but the primal fear inside him told him not to go near it, and definitely, definitely, not let his own shadow touch it. That was a no, no…

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She was pale, so pale in her skin, but this accented the pinkish-red of her sultry lips. She had on a tight, burgundy, sleeveless one-piece with a miniskirt, the sections separated by a thick black belt with a gold buckle, and this really showed off her beautiful hips and legs…She was truly to die for. Dear, God, was she something to drool over…

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The beautiful, otherworldly shape in the center of the pentagram stopped and turned to stare directly into Cindy’s dark eyes. There were two pinpoints of vermillion light in that smoke where its eyes should have been, and those two pinpoints of light burrowed into Cindy, burrowing into the very depths of her mind right down to her innocent soul…

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Two burly security guards in grey shirts burst through the office door, guns drawn, ready to blast away, but they didn’t make it five feet in before two beams of light speared through the roof to strike them both through the tops of their heads. They were babies in mere seconds, and then they were gone, mere infants drawn up through the roof to pass through solid ceiling as if they were ghosts…

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He’d come across an old red fire axe, so he’d stolen a Santa suit right away, smashing through a department store window to get it, and the stupid holiday suit fit him more or less. Now, with his suit and his axe, he was ready to start the bloodshed all over again…

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He continued his walk toward Alex’s meeting place, but he did not have to walk for long. He saw Alex shivering in the cold, dressed in his dark-blue parka, standing right next to that “Jupiter Cola” machine the boy so loved…

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In the middle of the room was a huge stone head, that head settled directly center within the winding stone slabs, a carving of a bearded, bald white man, that huge head resting upon its left cheek, the eyes closed, the “skin” bedecked with more concentric, circling swirls like strange, carved tattoos…

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Technically, none of them were supposed to be out here, not out here in the Forbidden Zone, an arm of space that few travelers ever returned from, but the scientific discoveries just waiting to be…discovered…were far too tempting to pass up…

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The cabinet in question was little more than a small, square, black box with gold filigree along the edges. Sadly, it did not look “antique” so much as it looked “plain.” If it weren’t for the filigree and the small gold latch and turnkey on the right side of it, Annie would have passed it by altogether. In fact, it was barely more than a square foot in size…

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Next to that wall was a rusty metal chute jutting from the floor like an Industrial-Revolution-era machine pillar. Someone had spray painted a large orange #13 across the front of it, and that should have given the chute a sense of normalcy, but this did not ease the feeling of dread that seeped into him. He could sense a heat from the old chute, but that heat made him feel cold after a few seconds, a chill that went right down to the marrow of his bones…

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The first sign was all white with the figure of “Fancy Joe” on the left side of it.

Fancy Joe was a cartoon man in a dapper black tux and red bowtie, his short-cut blond hair slicked up and back in that iconic ’50s style, his dress shoes a gleaming black in the late-day sun. The words “Do you know Joe?” were doled out in a curvy red font right next to him…

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“Subject 13” was a young, skinny, Caucasian girl with long, straight, brown hair, a wafer of a girl with slender arms and legs. She was dressed in a private-school uniform, that uniform complete with a white dress shirt, a dark-blue vest jacket, and a dark-blue skirt. She wore white ankle socks with small black dress shoes, and she was sitting in a simple wooden chair in the middle of the room, another agent staring down at her in solemn silence…

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There was an eye drawn in white ink upon the countertop, probably with some kind of marker, but where one could get a white marker was a mystery in itself. The eye was drawn in the most basic style, just a circle within lids, lines like lashes extending out from it, something even a child could do in terms of artistic quality…

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