Goddamn it, the cops knew. I picked up the briefcase and ran back to our get-away Volkswagon. I could already hear the sirens. As I slammed the car door shut behind me, I grabbed Miranda's shoulder and started jabbering the details. "Hey guys, have you heard of SCP-1893
? It's easily-"
"-easily one of the scariest articles on the site," she tersely finished for me. She gave the wheel a good twist and I felt the entire car shift to the side. My eyes widened. How did she know? But those impassive grey eyes gave no feedback, and besides, there were bigger problems. I spilled her the beans.
"I've found it's even better when you log-in half-way through reading the iterations, because new material is added." She nodded, but then we heard a horn blaze behind us. I spun around in my seat, and then my heart plummeted out of my chest.
There he was, the bull of a man with the tattoos over his eyes, only this time he had an 18-wheeler. Even though we were speeding at over 70, I knew he would catch up. As if in recognition, the man narrowed his eyes and tapped a long, silvery object on the windshield. The words "Little League Sluggers" flashed on it. I heard Miranda yell from behind me, "Make sure to upvote it! Easily one of my favorites"
I turned back to her, the woman who I had only known for a week, the one who had pulled me into this whole damn mess, that one, beautiful, dangerous, cunning woman who I was almost certainly going to die with and said: "Troper, just keep on reading. We haven't even started."
edited 12th Dec '12 7:40:26 PM by Scardoll