For Nevermore Season 1

I have something I must show you.”
    “What’s wrong?” Dante asked, fear creeping through him. His first thought was that something had happened to Noella.
    William said nothing as he led Dante through the front parlor and toward a quiet den at the back of the house, a room were Dante had only been a couple of times before. Whatever William wanted to show him, it was serious.
    William stopped at the door with the green seal at the top, a coiled snake eating its own tail. He opened the door and held it open for Dante. Dante nodded, then stepped past William and through the threshold.
    One step on the other side and he felt the sharp and sudden sting in the back of his neck.
    He fell to the ground and looked up, his vision a mix of a million stars and the blurry image of William fading to black. He was holding a hypodermic needle.
    Dante managed to say “Why?” before the world shifted beneath him and he fell into blackness.

    TO BE CONTINUED…

    The story continues in…
    ForNevermore: Episode 6
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::EPISODE 6::
    CHAPTER ONE

    Randy made angry circles, pacing outside the dungeon doors, running his right hand through his hair and balling his left into a fist.
    “Why?” he kept growling repeatedly. “Why did you have to go and get yourself involved?”
    Noella sobbed from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked in half. “I had no idea!”
    Yeah, right.
    The brat had been nothing but trouble for years, and now she’d gone and peeled back the cover on his other life – the life he’d so carefully buried from everyone, including the entire Aurora Falls sheriff’s department. How could she have known? How could she have seen things in her dreams? That sort of stuff didn’t happen, not to normal people anyway.
    “What are you?!” Randy screamed, not expecting an answer.
    He wasn’t surprised by her silence, but he answered it by slamming his fist on the metal door anyway. It made a hollow, echoing THUD. Noella screamed again, her one long cry shattered into many.
    “Please, just let us go,” she begged. “I promise we won’t tell anyone.”
    Randy laughed.
    Yeah, right.
    He’d never known a woman who didn’t blather everything to everyone. They couldn’t keep secrets any better than they could be faithful. So what were the odds the twit girl could keep something like this a secret? Zero. Zilch. Nada.
    Nope, he’d have to take care of her. That part was sure as the next sunrise. Problem was, Randy had no idea how best to do it. Josie knew they were together. He couldn’t just come back without her. He punched the metal again, hard enough to bruise his knuckles, then dropped to the old kitchen chair he’d brought down to the basement. “Why?!” he bellowed. “You screwed everything up!”
    “I swear,” the girl kept sobbing from the other side of the door. “I didn’t have any idea you were the killer. I told you, I never saw his face . . . your face . Please. Just let us go. You don’t have to kill us. You can stop this. This isn’t you.”
    “Shut up!” he screamed. “Shut up! Shut up!”
    Randy rose from the chair, kicked it to a screech across the concrete, then stormed up the stairs so he could think without the constant crying and babbling on the other side of the doors. He ran his hands over his sweaty head, pulling fat fistfuls of thinning hair tight enough to tug the roots as he howled in frustration.
    “I can’t take this right now!”
    Randy lowered his hands from his hair, then started to pace again, chewing his bottom lip, as his mind searched for a solution.
    Noella had changed everything.
    He didn’t need this distraction. Not now.
    He hadn’t picked her. Hadn’t prepared for her. She wasn’t one of the carefully chosen women, perfect for his collection. She was nothing more than what she’d been at home – a headache. A constant chattering, crying, whiney, self-absorbed