"Why should I trust you?" Damien asked Perry over the phone.
Perry chuckled. "You shouldn't. I wouldn't trust me." His voice became serious. "But, this isn't about trust, Damien. It's just a simple fact. You need me to get out. And I need your help. We need each other's assistance. That's just that."
A silence fell across the cell. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Even Wolfram, who had awoken just a few mere moments ago, didn't say a word. He must've been holding his breath.
Damien swallowed. He took a deep breath. "Okay, Perry. I'll make an alliance with you. You just need to get me and my comrade in arms, Wolfram Petraz." Damien paused before continuing. "Although, I don't know how you'd get us out of here. We're in a cell hundreds of leagues below the ocean."
Damien could only guess Perry smirked. "I have my ways." There was a pause. "Put the phone down."
"A-alright." With shaky hands, Damien slipped his phone into his pants pocket.
A few moments passed.
He lied to us, Damien thought to himself.
Then, two figures peered over to them. They must've come from the hallway outside the cell.
Wolfram pulled a face. "Who are you?"
The one with auburn hair said, "I'm Leevi Lacroix." He gestured to the one with dirty blond hair. "And that's Clem Bates." He paused before continuing. "And Perry sent us to get you out of here." Leevi turned his gaze to his companion. "Clem?"
Clem grinned, his crooked teeth showing. He rubbed his hands together. "This will be heckin' good!" Then, Clem headbutted the lock on the bars. It shattered, falling to the ground.
The door swung open.
Wolfram and Damien exited the cell.
Leevi was grinning, holding Clem's hand. "Give me your hand."
Damien sighed before grabbing Leevi's hand as well as grabbing Wolfram's.
With his free hand, Wolfram grabbed Clem's other hand.
Then, with a poof, they were gone. They had teleported away.
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Zak looked over to Fred. "It's your turn to check on Damien and Wolfgang, right?"
"It's Wolfram," Fred corrected him.
"Tomato tamoto."
"And yes, Zak, it is my turn." Fred stood, placing his playing cards on the table. He headed forward to leave the room, grabbing an apple from the red, plastic bowl on the counter.
Fred took a bite of the apple as he strolled down the hallway to the cellblock.
Then he saw the cell's contents. He dropped his apple as his eyes grew wide. Wolfram and Damien were gone.
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Project Dead
Paranormal"We were unstoppable... unbeatable, but yet, we were tore apart like junk mail." _____ The Paranormal Squad, founded by the Lord of Hell's very own nephew, Damien, was feared by all. But now? They've been dismantled by a couple of rebel creatures. ...
