So, I woke up, again, and when my eyes finally focused on the tragedy that I saw around me, I was horrified by what I saw. It looked like all of the monsters were dead. I did a quick count and figured that some of them must have taken off but the majority of them where dead. The only problem was there were a lot of fallen agents, too. I scanned the bodies as quickly as I could, searching for Kelly, but I didn’t see her there.
“She got away,” the man in the trench coat informed me. Well, I wasn’t sure if he was a man. He was standing over me. “She is a sneaky one.”
I looked around again. “Did you do all of this?”
“Not most of it. That was all of you. I just came in and cleaned up.”
“Why what, Wes?” He bent down in front of me probably to create the illusion that he wanted to hear me better.
“Why are all the monsters meeting? Why did you let some of the agents go? Why did you kill some of the monsters?”
He stood back up straight and chuckled.
“So many questions,” he said to himself quietly. “The monsters got careless. They should have never been discovered nor should they have attempted to kill you. They needed to be punished. And I did not let your friends go, they escape.”
“You could have stopped them.”
He just smiled.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I cannot let them get to you, not yet. I have plans for you Wes Parker.”
He walked up to me and stood in front of me, making himself appear as tall as he could. And he was tall.
“As for why are all of the monsters meeting together, you will find out soon enough,” he promised me.
I just tried to control my breathing. I know that he wasn’t going to kill me right then and there but that didn’t mean I wasn’t afraid of what he could do to me. It wasn’t very often that I was actually afraid of something, that I was afraid I might not live. This guy had me on the verge of shaking.
“Relax,” he demanded. “I’m not going to kill you here.” See how he said here? “I think I have overstayed my welcome. Goodbye.” He was gone in the blink of an eye.
For the longest time I just sat there, unwilling to move. I knew something was coming, I knew that that guy was the head of whatever it was, but I was terrified of what that was. I had a pretty good idea but I don’t think I was ready to admit what that was. Instead I found it much more comforting—it was hardly comforting at all—to just leave and go back to the motel.
Roy was sitting on the bed, watching something on TV. When I walked through the door he sat up quickly and moved toward the end of the bed.
“Jesus,” he said. “What happened to you?”
“I had a long day,” I informed him.
“Yeah, I know.”
We sat there for a second, letting me take some time to gather my thoughts.
“So what happened?” he asked me.
I took in a deep breath and then let out a long, exaggerated sigh, really trying to express what I was feeling. I turned to him.