Charles Corbyn Alternate Ending

Charles Corbyn was a quiet man. He had no real friends. Never in his life did he feel any need to have interpersonal relationships. Neither did the people around him, for a reason Charles Corbyn had never thought about. It was not because he was unattractive or unlikable. In fact he was a man of very gentle disposition and quite handsome. He had the body of a worker but carried himself as one of high import.

Tonight he had decided to go to the pub for his supper. He grabbed his outer coat and an umbrella before entering the dark rainy London streets. For some reason he felt a strange comfort in the cool night as large drops fell into larger puddles. It was a comfort he enjoyed after many nights of rolling back and forth in his bed like …show more content…
Impossibly strong for being at such an old age. As Corbyn recovered from the first blow another came to his back. He let out a yelp and fell back down. On the ground he grabbed the lantern. Desperately, he swung out and stuck the old man’s face. The traveller hid his face but did not fall. Instead he looked back at the cowering man. He looked back with his true face green and tentacled.

“What manner of creature are you?” Corbyn yelled.

“I am no simple creature boy, neither am I a man,” he replied his voice, no longer human. Will one more blow and the traveller had knocked him out cold.

When he had awoken he no longer found himself in the dark embrace of his home but a cold, sterile, bright room. He shook his head a blinked a few times still dazed from the blow. As he came to his senses he began to remember what had happened. Panic set in as he looked for the monster with no name. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw no sign of his horrible tentacled visage. That relief was short lived as the creature walked into the room.

“Are you willing to listen now?” it asked in the voice of a serpent.

“Who, what are you?” Corbyn asked, clearly in terror.

“I am what I told you I was. A simple traveller. I have told you no