Parisian Nights – by Lewis Wollington


Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
Brandon calls the team out for an investigation in Paris where he is out on a business call. However, when Lewis goes missing amongst the mayhem, reinforcement is called for in the form of Tommy and Edwin. While Brandon, James, and Shannon keep watch at a suspicious masquerade ball recreation, Tommy and Edwin investigate the underground passageways below…

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Tommy and Edwin could feel the walls closing in around them. They were aware of the fact that their friend might be in grave danger, but they were also rather conscious of the guards patrolling the lower levels – and the guns they were carrying too. There was a musty and damp smell in the air as their shoes waded through heavy water. Mould grew up desolate brick walls that hid in the shadows of the night, water dripped from the ceiling in an irregular rhythm of drops, lights flickered as the storm raged on over Paris; but still no sign of Lewis. Their torches were weak. All they could see was a mere few metres in front of them, which was no good if a guard was to spring out of nowhere; but the search continued.

James, Shannon, and Brandon scouted the pseudo 15th century masquerade ball. Modern men danced with modern ladies as the recreation ignored the present day burdens of French beauty. James’ eyes were drawn to the ceiling as the most exquisite and magnificent chandelier he’d ever seen flickered ever-so-slightly. It’s candelabra lamps continued to shine like diamonds as if nothing had happened. James didn’t think much of it, but he decided to keep it at front of his mind. Shannon swanned over to him as her spectacular dress hovered along on a slight breeze.
“Anything?” she muttered, as if she was an undercover agent.
“The chandelier flickered,” James mentioned.
“Is that all?” she quietly laughed to herself.
James smiled. “Any sign of Lewis?” he changed his tone.
“Not yet,” she sighed.
“Ah, well, just keep looking,” he said.
“I will,” she replied as she continued to survey with eagle eyes.

“Stop!” Tommy whispered imperatively, putting his hand out onto Edwin’s shoulder.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think there’s someone behind us, come on.” The pair of them began to stumble down the narrow corridors, trying not to make a sound. Edwin’s torchlight caught something just to the left of them.
“Look!” he gleamed.
“Quick get it open!” Tommy ordered, as they tugged at the stiff door handle. Both of them were forced back as the tight door finally gave in to the pressure.
“Lewis!” Edwin’s eyes lit up as he saw him, looking rather drowsy and disorientated.
“Where am I?” he grumbled as they helped him out, one arm each.
“Well, you were inside a cupboard underneath a recreational masquerade ball in Paris,” Tommy explained with a humorous undertone in his voice. Lewis’ eyes widened, it was like he had just woken up.
“Paris?!” he exclaimed. “I know exactly what’s going on.”
“What?” Edwin asked, unconvinced and confused.
“Come on, we’ve got to warn them!” he declared with urgency.

Lewis emerged from the top of stairs at one of doors to the masquerade ball. His eyes daren’t blink as he desperately sought an answer on how to get everybody out in time.
“Lewis!” Shannon beamed as she saw him standing in the doorway with Tommy and Edwin.
“LISTEN TO ME EVERYONE, YOU ARE ALL IN SERIOUS DANGER. YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!” With that, chaos commenced as the huge windows were smashed to the ground. Everyone jumped out of their skin and headed straight for the exit as creatures rammed their fists through the glass like sledgehammers. Shannon’s jaw lowered in absolute terror as she recognised the monstrosities around her.
“Cran!” Tommy exclaimed, “but they’re all dead, I was there, I watched them burn!” he protested.
“Obviously some remained in the atmosphere, come on, we have to get out of here.” Lightning bolts were fired from hands with complete force as the people of Paris were struck down one by one. About twelve Cran had now descended on the huge hall as the pandemonium continued. James was being swept away with the fleeing dancers as he desperately tried to move backwards, “Shannon, where are you?” Brandon was already at the exit as he looked in on the mayhem. “James, come on, get out!” he called, not realising what James was shouting for. As Lewis and Tommy got lost in the crowds too, Edwin spotted Shannon on the floor, swept off her feet by the escapees.
“It’s alright, I’m here.” He helped her up by her hands and supported her as they crouched amongst crowds from the Cran. Lewis finally reached the exit to find Brandon and Tommy already there.
“Where are the others?” he questioned. Brandon seemed to ignore him as he went back into the crowds to pull James from the wreckage.
“But Shannon and Edwin are still in there!” The remaining guests screamed as they noticed the Cran barricading the exit.
“NO!” James yelled as he saw Edwin and Shannon disappear through the gap of the closing doors. James looked around helplessly to find Lewis just staring out of the window. His theory stood right in front of him, 300 metres tall. The Eiffel Tower was being used as a conductor for the remaining Cran scattered in the atmosphere to get from the sky and down to Earth. Lewis was stumped.

Edwin and Shannon stuck together as they looked around in horror. The Cran seemed to have ceased fire and formed a circle around the remaining victims. There was a creepy silence as the monsters just stared, lifeless, emotionless.
One of them spoke in the robotic and monotonous voice that was oh-so-familiar to Edwin and Shannon, “You will come with us for testing.”

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While Brandon, James, and Shannon ponder where Lewis has got to, a cleaner at the Eiffel Tower is murdered by a mysterious creature in flickering lights…

Next Time
The Empress Armageddon: 7 of 13. When James finds his old boss, Christine, has opened a new Japanese restaurant in Torquay, old suspicions are brought to the forefront as he begins to question some of her previous actions. With reported sightings of an Empress walking around town wanting to summon a dragon from the sea, are the silly stories and superstitions a load of old rubbish, or are they a lot darker than they first seemed?


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