The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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    After another half an hour went by, Quentin informed her that they were two streets from his house. Florence felt such relief, she was ready for a nice cup of tea. Her arthritis wasn't happy about all the running and walking, not that she'd admit it out loud. Though the cats all gave her the same sympathetic look that suggested they knew and weren't planning on saying anything. 

   "I have a guest bedroom you can stay in, Mrs James." Quentin stated when she brought up the subject of what they'd do once they got to his house. 

"It's Flo, and that sounds good, thank you. I just don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow, whether I'll be able to go home or whether that thing will still be there."

  "Maybe we should call the authorities, get them to check it out for you just so we know it's safe?"

Florence pursed her lips, "Yes I think you might be right, if this is some kind of prank then I'd like it sorting. Besides, I have a lawyer to tear into and a life to get back to."

    Quentin half smiled in amusement while Florence felt much better with a plan of action. If she found out whoever was behind these stunts she would wring their necks. She was just bringing her thoughts back to the situation when they turned onto Quentin's street. There it was, that same metallic 'thunking' sound and it was coming from the middle of the street.

  "Please tell me that's not coming from my house, please?" 

Quentin pleaded under his breath, but Florence couldn't give him what he wanted. She had the very same suspicion. She didn't know which house was Quentin's but she would have bet her own house that the noise was coming from his.

    "We could go and have a closer look? You never know, it might be nothing and we're both just overreacting from the day we've had." 

Florence didn't really believe her own words so she didn't expect Quentin to, but they needed to know something about what was going on. 

    "You have got to be kidding? No, we're not going any closer, that thing shook your whole house. They weren't knocking politely on the door for a cup of tea and a chat. They were battering it down and now they're doing the same to my door, no we just need to go." 

   Florence could feel her curiosity getting the better of her while Quentin ranted. She tried to move towards the sound, to hear and see better, but Quentin grabbed her cardigan sleeve before she could get any closer. 

"Please don't go over there, Mrs James." He whispered frantically.

    "You could get hurt, or worse. It's too dark, you'd have to get really close to see anything. We can go somewhere else and wait for things to settle down." 

"We don't know how long that will be, I can't wait around forever. I just want to see what it is, I'll be as quick as I can and then we can leave."

     Quentin didn't appear to like what she said but he couldn't stop her without using some force and he'd never do that. She edged further away from him and the cats followed her, their fur was up and their tails were fluffier than when the neighbour's dog had surprised them on their second day with her. She moved quietly while they made no sound at all. 

   The 'thunking' got louder and louder until Florence felt like covering her ears, she didn't understand why none of the neighbours were complaining. Each house on the street was free standing, much like her own but there were four or five floors in each and probably housed students for the nearby college. Most would be around Quentin's age so it was possible they were all out partying. 

     Her attention was suddenly catapulted to his garden where she could now see something moving. She couldn't see it clearly from the other side of the road, especially due to the shadows from the trees lining the street. She wanted to get closer but the cats were hissing again, it seemed like they were trying to block her way. When a gust of wind blew the branches of the trees, moonlight and the streetlamps lit up the garden and Florence saw very clearly what was crashing through Quentin's front door.