For Nevermore Season 1

Noella.
    But the way they were acting these days, ungrateful and unappreciative of his hard work – no way did they get to step inside his sanctuary. This was his place to ditch their defiant stupidity.
    Randy got out of the car, then headed toward the front door. The porch step creaked beneath his weight, and he made a mental note to replace the board soon.
    He went inside the house and flicked on the light, then into the kitchen, thinking he’d grab a beer, chill out, and watch some Sportscenter.
    But then he thought back on Molly, the hot bartender from Harry’s, in her tight black shorts and tighter green tee, which got him thinking he could skip the beer for now.
    He unlocked the door to the basement, flicked on the lights, and descended the stairs to the beautiful sound of tortured sobbing below.
    Daddy’s home, ladies.

    TO BE CONTINUED…

    The story continues in…
    ForNevermore: Episode 5
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::EPISODE 5::
    CHAPTER ONE

    Two nights ago…

    Dante inched forward with his bow drawn, slowly slipping his body between the trunks of the two giant trees, and edging his eyes toward the danger ahead.
    The glow of the bandits’ campfire was an orange wall set before the endless black stretching behind. The fire kept the bandits warm, but its arrogance illuminated their position. Dante had been tracking the bandits ever since their raid on the most recent transport leaving Cape Veil – the bustling seaport town which served as the mouth of the Outer Lands through which all imports and exports to and from the Far Realms flowed.
    The bandits had meant to steal the King’s Point weekly shipment of fish, which was worth about a year’s pay to a Cape Veil dockworker, but they had also managed to steal something else without even realizing it, buried within that shipment, a rare artifact smuggled from the Far Realms.
    This was the fifth raid in six months. The other four times the bandits had taken the goods but left everyone breathing. This time, they had murdered the driver and his young apprentice. In cold blood, too. So said the witness they didn’t know they left; a courier who stumbled onto the scene just before the first bolt flew from the crossbow. He managed to get off the road and hide within the woods where he hid, shaking until the bandits passed and took his certain death with them.
    “Can you see how many?” Dante turned to Finn, now standing beside him.
    “Six,” Finn said with certainty, having seen their heat even through the two covered wagons blocking the men from their view. The pair of prairie schooners both had Cape Veil Trading logos inked across the sides of their canvas coverings, giving Dante no doubt that he’d tracked the proper scoundrels.
    “Well, this should be easy enough,” Dante said.
    Finn notched a silver-tipped arrow into his black bow, then pulled the string and smiled. “Well, that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.”
    Dante took the right flank while Finn took the left. As Dante drew nearer, he could hear the cold bray from the men’s cruel laughter. The bandits came into view – six men, as promised, circled around the fire; sitting, drinking, and not at all ready for an ambush.
    Dante looked up, searching for Finn on the other side of the men, but the bright glow of the raging fire draped the woods around them in curtains of black.
    Dante raised his bow, took aim at the largest of the men, then let his arrow fly.
    The arrow sailed through the darkness and found its target — the man’s head — sending him to the dirt as screams erupted from the others.
    Five men leapt to their feet, eyes darting toward the darkness, searching for their attackers, hands on the hilts of their swords. Finn fired a matching set of arrows, a moment apart, taking a second and third man out instantly. Dante pulled back again, then sent another arrow sailing into the night. It missed its mark as the man ducked at the