Sid : the Devil's secretary

26. The outsider

26. The outsider

"what happened?" Andrea saw his goons along with Sid covered in dried blood and small bullet holes.

"the heat got to us, but we made it out. If we had more, we could hit them at any time, boss" one of the goons admitted.

"good to hear. Sid, you have done my family a good duty, and for that I shall pay forward" Andrea turned to his guest, who was wiping specks of dust off his whiteish shirt. Clicking his fingers, a guard from inside gave Sid a briefcase of cold hard cash with a solitary white letter above.

"thanks, but what's this on top?" Sid looked at the envelope.

"on your way back, could you mail that for me?. Grazie. Oh, and good luck with your job. You're going to need it, come on boys" Andrea bid farewell ti Sid, who exited through the closing front gates. He knew of the post office across the river Dis in Rampart where he could dump the letter and finally be over with his turbulent day. He had thought how stuff like this being part of the job when he went for the interview, but never took this seriously.

"come back here!!!" a gust of wind wafted the letter out of Sid's hand, floating through the air with Sid in hot pursuit. Finally grabbing onto the letter, Sid felt the envelope slip open and the paper furl out to be quickly grabbed by the secretary. He picked it up but upon looking at the writing, Sid found himself sucked into the world within the words.

"what the fuck?" Sid regained consciousness in a blank world with only the sound of Andrea's voice emanating through the air like a slowly creeping fog. The voice gradually began to get louder when a black door opened up a short distance from Sid, who clutched his briefcase of pay close to his person. As he started walking forward, the true meaning of the letter sent by Andrea was made clear. 

Narrowly avoiding a noose, a firestorm, multiple gunshots, throwing knives and a runaway truck, Sid jumped through the black door back into the real world. Panting heavily from another edition to his hectic day, Sid folded and stuffed the letter into his pocket and continued walking across the arches over the Dis to the post office across town. The letter Andrea had told him to send was in fact a quasi-death threat that Sid had just lived through. He concluded how the words used must have been so powerful that It created its own unique complex as a world within words. Finally, on the grounds of Hell's post office, Sid dragged himself into the reception area to drop off the letter to the nearest gullible worker he could find behind a Plexiglass window.

"first or second class?" the mailman took the letter through a slot in the window.

"how about all of the above, I don't give a shit" Sid waved his hand around and swung open the doors to drag himself back out to the city, back to the relative safety of the citadel, hoping Lucifer would return soon.