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Silk Threads (CA - Silas & Zander)

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"Let me handle the paperwork. It wasn't your job to begin with."

The hulking figure stepped away from the window at the moment there was a tap on the door downstairs.

"Like you could do paperwork to save your life..." the bespeckled figure grumbled, then turned sharply towards the stair well the moment he heard the knock.

A current of tension ran through his arms. Then he shifted, checked the weight of the handgun in its holster, then proceeded down the stairs.  He gave a brief nod to his companion to open the door, while simultaneously rummaging in a thin bookbag on his back.

If the tan creature was affected by the words, she didn't let it show. The door was opened and their visitor sized up in a moment.

- - -

I had sensed the werewolf behind the door long before she opened it. She was large, and unafraid. In my situation, it served me best not to show fear, or too much gumption.  She gestured to a round card table where a... young man? Man was being generous-he was barely out of puberty. But with a four hundred pound tank standing behind me, I wasn't about to argue.

Approaching the table, I tentatively took a seat.

"Silas."

No hand was extended. The young man didn't move to take a seat.  He wore a puffer vest over a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, complimented by the holster at his hip.  His arms crossed over his chest, altogether with his wardrobe, gave him the attitude of someone twice his age. Yet the pockmarks of acne could not lie.

There was no mistaking the attitude on his face, either. With his nose slightly pinched, it was clear the sight of Silas disgusted him.

"You don't get a name," he said, "Let's just get this over with and be done with it".

....

The negotiations went on for hours. Many things were discussed within those cabin walls. The tan werewolf never changed forms, never moved, never spoke, except in the occasional blink in the young human's direction to convey some message. The clock ticked and ticked and the sun began to rise, indicated only by a wedge shaped window near the peak of the cabin. Everything else was blacked out so no other light could come in, save what was turned on inside.

With every passing hour the tensions rose. No policy or agreement could be taken at face value, and some technicalities had to be invented in the moment. By the end of it, both parties were worn down, and there would be another meeting once the initial terms were brought to the superiors.

- - -

I knocked on Zander's window. It was cracked enough to let the air in but I couldn't get my arm in to unlock the doors, and he had the keys. Eager to be out of there, I knocked more still.

"Wake up."

Everything was warm and dark... I was sitting in my Calculus final, except I'd forgotten what room it was and it turned out the test had already happened yesterday - then George was looking at me with a shrug, saying maybe I'd pass the class next year.

I was wandering twisting corridors, like I was at an amusement park but no one smiled.  Sometimes people vanished. When I asked where they went, no one remembered that person had ever existed. And then I saw it, saw someone vanish - from the shadows two bright green eyes glinted, and then the shadow grabbed George by the waist and--

I woke up with a gasp. I couldn't remember where I was, who I was, even as the dreams were receding to just an untroubling feeling.  Then I saw Jack and

Was that the sun? As in the next day?

I unlocked the doors, fumbling for the keys, vaguely recalling Jack had told me to drive off without him after an hour (unless I'd dreamed that - probably dreamed that) - and looked to him urgently.

"Dude, I gotta get back I--"

--Had totally forgot to meet George to go over the essay last night.  My face was flushed bright red, shamefaced I'd let myself get carried away in the adventure.

****

The bespeckled figure watched Silas go from the window, heading towards his car. He squinted, then turned to the hulking figure besides him.

"Who'd he bring with him?"

When my sleeping tag along finally regained became cognizant, I was already pulling off the road.

Now for the drive back.

- - -

The tan beast only flicked her ear in response, like the question was an annoying fly that she couldn't be bothered with. As she walked away and vanished into the kitchen, the form was relented.

Something was bothering me outside of the essay, and besides leaving George hanging.

He'd answered all the questions I could think of in the moment. This didn't feel like a question - or rather, not just a question.  There was a sense I was missing something obvious, something my mother would smack me up the head for not noticing sooner. I watched the parade of farmland out the window, struggling with the sense of deja vu...

"What were you researching in the library, anyways? You know, when you met me?" I frowned, surprised by my question. It didn't have anything to do with werewolves, "You weren't really studying nursing, were you?"

***

The bespeckled man grinned. On such a young face, it was surprising how cold it seemed - like a shark's maw, wide and toothy.

"What do you say we find out and get a nice little bonus to our contract?"

He didn't bother to follow her, but instead moved to start packing his bag for the next mission...

I only glanced at Zander in response, knowing he knew the answer. After a long stretch of silence I sighed,

"Just be careful out there. You're never going to belong to the world you were brought into."'

- - -

The back door opened and slammed... a few minutes later it opened again, and the woman grabbed up the young man by his shirt collar from behind, catching his arms behind his back.

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