"We did it boys!" Finn shouted as they ran through the city.
Finn's comrades Roger and Clyde didn't say a word as they tried to get as far away from the underworld as possible. The three men ran down the roads and alleys of Boston. The freedom and adrenaline fuel their legs. It was the first time they were happy in twenty-one years. Finn spun around from talking and smacked his face on a wall.
"Great job," Clyde hissed and picked up Finn.
After Finn was able to walk they all started moving again. Roger notices a sign for a small makeshift hotel. Clyde then sees the same thing and hits Finn on the shoulder. The sight of the small sign lifted weight off the mens' shoulders.
"Wait!" Finn stopped his friends.
"What?" Clyde rolled his eyes.
"We need fake names," Finn stated.
Clyde replied in confusion, "And why is that?"
Finn explained, "Everyone thinks we are dead."
Roger finally spoke, "And it will make it harder for Caym to find us."
"Oh, yeah."
This conversation made the group quiet as they thought up their new identities. The walk to the building was barely long enough for all three of them to pick a name. Ring. A bell swayed with the opening door.
"Hi, how can I help you?" A young woman asked.
"We need three rooms please," Roger answered.
"And what are your names?"
"Raymond Click," Roger answered first.
"Frank best," Finn chimed in.
"Clint Nickels," Clyde responded.
"Thank you. You are in rooms ten, eleven and twelve and you can decide between you who gets what," The young woman said as she scribbled the information down.
"How much will we owe you?" Raymond asked.
"Six dollars and twelve cents for one night."
"Ok thank you."
"You're welcome."
With new names and very little money the group of escapees calmly slept right under, the king of the underworld, Caym's nose. They didn't even leave the city of the entrance of the underworld. The plan was going well. In the morning they will leave Boston. Finn offered his family's old bar as a hideout. It's in a large house. To reach the house the gang will have to find a way to the state of Ohio.
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Ale House of Bones
FantasyIn a world of bootleggers, mobs, mythical creatures, gods and goddess three dead men are able to escape from the underworld. The king of the underworld, Caym, sends some of his hounds to go find this gang. As the men try to survive in late 20s Ohio...