About Tower Curator
Stories
6
Chapters
1,034
Words
3.7 M
Comments
5,255
Reading
12 d, 16 h
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“The Sears Tower?” Erika stared up at the tallest building in Chicago with a heavy frown on her face. Of course, the shadowy organization that ran the entire city made its headquarters in the most prominent building around. She should have guessed. Headed by someone who called herself The Emperor, Erika could just picture her standing with her arms clasped behind her back, staring out over her city. “The Willis Tower, technically,” The Art said, turning the large SUV down into a sub-level…-
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The massive man, suspended on wires and chains within a fragile glass cube, itself suspended over a bottomless pit leading to the depths of The Castle’s asylum, turned his head the moment The Mind looked in on him. He always did. Most of his bones were still broken, and enough sedatives to kill an elephant coursed through his veins, and still… he knew. The Mind held his gaze a moment longer than was comfortable, then looked away. The rest of The Castle required attention. The corridors of The…
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Erika strolled into Varn’s Friday evening, glancing behind her every few steps for any sign of pursuers. Her eyes found every reflective surface, every glimmer of movement, and every flutter of white cloth. She slipped past the sparse crowd and, with nothing more than a wave to Daniel as he manned the arcade’s prize counter, barged into the back room. Glassware rattled on the table as she clapped her hands to its surface. Sofia, present for once, jolted back in surprise. Rick and Anna turned away from…
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“Adjustment!” Erika said, surprised with herself at being happy to see the spider-woman. Maybe it was that The Adjustment had come down to Varn’s on her own. If The Eclipse was pissed off about the whole maggot thing or the bird thing or The Puppet thing, they probably would have shown up in force, rather than just sending their usual liaison. That meant good things for The Hunters. “Agent,” The Adjustment grumbled, pushing right past Erika into Varn’s back office. She dragged out a chair…
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“Go, move,” Leslie whispered as he urged the group back. Erika’s mind raced. Her heart thumped. Some headless horseman romped past them and Leslie and Rick barely flinched. Something about the situation scared the two older ghost hunters, which had her on edge in turn. She kept her eyes locked on the withered woman in white as she let Leslie guide her steps backwards. “Fully manifested?” Rick muttered under his breath like he couldn’t believe his own words, his fingers twitching in the…
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“Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery is the most haunted graveyard in the world?” Erika read off her phone. “I find that hard to believe.” “Why not?” Daniel asked, sitting alongside Erika in the back seat of Rick’s new van. “It’s a creepy old graveyard.” “It isn’t that old,” Erika corrected, reading from the article. “The first burial was apparently in 1844, not even two hundred years ago. Pick a random graveyard in Europe and I bet they’re older than this place.” Leslie,…
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“The Terminator didn’t follow you into the future,” Erika said, not as a question, but as a simple statement. She was willing to admit that most of the fight sounded confusing, but she got that part of it. “I don’t believe it can. At least not to the same extent that I am able.” Erika drew in a deep, slow breath as she took in The Fixer’s recounting of their fight with the clockwork angel. Having seen The Fixer’s full robot form in action against Jack, she was surprised they would…
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“I’m standing here live in Millennium Park, where crowds have gathered behind police barricades around The Bean. This is one of several locations in Chicago and its surrounding area where what can only be described as enormous, metallic-feathered birds have taken up a perch.” Erika paused, dropping a heavy weight, as she watched the camera pan off the reporter. The curved chrome of The Bean reflected dozens of people gathered around the artistic sculpture, all holding phones up to record. As the…
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Reality fractured, splitting apart at the seams. It began at the macro level, with large, whole objects. The old motel’s walls shuddered as paint bubbled and peeled away in slow-motion waves. Windows melted like wax, glass pooling on the sills before the windowsills cracked and split into thousands of identical fragments. The bed elongated, stretching to fill the room even as the legs twisted and knotted together like tree roots seeking water. Light itself bent, creating pockets of blinding white…
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“She’s still breathing—” “Get her inside, quickly!” “Rick, get me the first aid kit. Sofia, find clean towels.” “On it.” Leslie swept his arms over the table in Varn’s back room, knocking aside stuffed animals, party balloons, and packs of trading cards destined for the prize counter. Erika’s hands shook around Delilah’s shoulders as she helped Anna lift the girl up. The metal creaked under Delilah’s weight, and a few stray cards fluttered to the floor; Erika barely…
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