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- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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“What’s wrong, Mr. Grimes?” said the figure, still partially hidden in the shadows. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Impossible!
There’s no way he could have survived in the tower-zone.
And he was walking too.
What the heck was going on?
He looked to his whiskey bottle. No, he hadn’t drunk enough to hallucinate.
“You...you...” said Mr. Grimes, his voice quivering. “You should be dead!”
The figure smirked. “Too bad for you, I’m not.”
Mr. Grimes reached for his whiskey bottle and smashed it on his desk.
“Don’t you take another step towards me, you hear?”
“You’re threatening me, Mr. Grimes?” said the figure in the shadows. “Are you sure that’s wise? As you can see, I’m walking, standing up straight. Do you want to see whatever magical abilities I’ve gained since entering the tower-zone?”
Mr. Grimes realized then that he was a dead man walking. He didn’t know how it all worked in the tower-zone, but he knew that there were those beyond the walls with unbridled power. If Useless had somehow gained his ability to walk again, who knew what else he had gained.
Mr. Grimes dropped the bottle, smashing it on the floor, and then fell to his knees, bowing in front of Useless.
Tears streamed down his face.
“Please...” he sobbed. “Don’t kill me...Please!”
The boy stepped out from the shadows. He walked calmly towards him. Tears filled Mr. Grimes’ vision as his whole body trembled with fear.
The boy then placed his foot on Mr. Grimes’ head, pushing it against the floor with his sole.
“Give me one good reason why you don’t deserve to die?”
The man sobbed. Snot leaked out from his hairy nostrils.
“But I’m feeling merciful today,” said the boy. “I won’t kill you on the condition that you promise me that you’ll never lay a hand or do anything harmful to any orphan in this residence again. Do you promise?”
“I promise,” wheezed Mr. Grimes.
The boy pressed his foot on Mr. Grimes’ head harder against the floor. The shards of the broken whiskey glass were cutting into his sweaty cheeks.
The boy pulled out a USB stick from his pocket. “I have a flash drive here you see and it made a replica of your computer desktop with all your files and folders, including the one you didn’t want others to know about. If you break your promise to me, the first thing that will happen is the authorities will receive a copy of this flash drive in the mail. Multiple orphans here have a copy of it. You’ll lose your job and go to jail, you hear?”
The man sobbed on the ground. “I’ve already promised. Please leave me be. This job is all I have.”