When will it be completed?" One of the nameless ones growled over my shoulder as I languidly polished my typewriter. I looked at my creation with a smile, concealing my annoyance. "All in due time, dearest," I replied. Could he actually kill me? I'm not certain. Did he want to? Of course he did, it was his nature. But he wouldn't. I monitored him pace back and forth the room with the fluidity and control of a lynx. The fire danced and crackled before us, heightening the already unbearably delicious tension in the room. It came to my attention he was the primary visitor of all of my creations as of late and by far the most persistent. "You promised me she would be revived by now; that is what we agreed upon!" he shouted. "Writer's block is a terrible affliction...What is it you call yourself these days again?" I asked, feigning interest with such precision I practically fooled myself. His entire frame tensed up visibly as soon as I uttered the dreaded question. "Malavar," he said with such despondency I almost pitied the creature. "How charming."
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She found herself in the midst of what appeared to be a dilapidated, abandoned wear house. It was dingy and dark save what little light gleamed out of the heavily tarnished windows. "Quickly, before we're seen," Atrus whispered, motioning her forward. Lizzy trembled as she ventured towards the man. What had she done? Atrus peaked out of the rather large entrance of the warehouse, checking for any passers by that might be lurking. Deeming it clear, he opened the door for her. "After you Miss....Sorry, I didn't catch your name." Lizzy cringed. Could she trust this stranger? Indeed he had brought her this far but would investing trust in him be a logical decision? She breathed deeply. "I go by Lizzy." His smile was radiant. She hated how much she wanted to see him smile, brushing past him into the morning sunlight. "I'm Atrus!" he called out. "And you're going the wrong
She found herself in the midst of what appeared to be a dilapidated, abandoned wear house. It was dingy and dark save what little light gleamed out of the heavily tarnished windows. "Quickly, before we're seen," Atrus whispered, motioning her forward. Lizzy trembled as she ventured towards the man. What had she done? Atrus peaked out of the rather large entrance of the warehouse, checking for any passers by that might be lurking. Deeming it clear, he opened the door for her. "After you Miss....Sorry, I didn't catch your name." Lizzy cringed. Could she trust this stranger? Indeed he had brought her this far but would investing trust in him be a logical decision? She breathed deeply. "I go by Lizzy." His smile was radiant. She hated how much she wanted to see him smile, brushing past him into the morning sunlight. "I'm Atrus!" he called out. "And you're going the wrong