Welcome on a stormy Thursday this December for another part of ‘The Cursed Diary’.
Upstairs in a room with the cage of our cat opened thy hear a sound coming from down stairs. What is going to happen, let us read and find out.
Hope you enjoy the read f chapter 11.
The cursed Diary, chapter 11.
William slides through the door next to the hearth in to the next room together with the cat he just released. When they reach the door, leading back into the hall, they can hear the feet pass by. Their ears are being pointed towards the other door. The cats ears rotating like little dishes picking up the slightest sounds.
Hearing the door open of the next door room it is William who opens his when he hears the steps go into he room. The door only open enough for a head to push through gives our cat the opportunity to flee the scene and run down the stairs.
William follows quickly and half way down he hears a man curse many different words and run back through the rooms to find William take the last steps of the stairs.
“Stop, right there…” A stumbling man can be heard by William that is now in pursuit of him. “STOP…”
William reaches for the door and swings it open the cat that’s tries to squeeze his way through makes a loud noise and our hero runs blinded, with the thought of him making it out alive, into another man, and trips onto the porch.
“Well, well now that is a surprise, picking up a cat and somebody I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting before almost knocks me over” a voice crisp and sharp with an English accent says over looking William and petting the cat. “Mr Gunther would you care to explain what just happened?”
-“Sorry Mr. Monarch, I think he tried to escape with the cat, I am not sure how he found out where we were hiding him.” The tall man is panting after the short run across the landing and down the stairs in pursuit of the two Houdini’s. Taking out a gun from his pocket he aims the barrel at our caught hero. A single click proving he cocked the gun ready to fire. Sweat pours from our fallen hero, has he failed the trial and adventure.
Our writer cat is loud and trying to scratch himself free. A hand in his neck preventing him from doing so as he is held with stretched arm. “Oh come now Richard, you know that won’t help.” And the mad teases him more with a close by finger. Pulling it away before getting scratched
-“You will not get away with this Patrick, never will you get your hands on the diary” the cat wildly stating with a paw again trying to reach the arms that holds him.
With a smile Mr. Monarch gives Gunther an order. “Would you mind taking him back up and tie him down, how the hell could this have happened”
-“Yes sir, William must have followed us last time.” The tall man keeps a gun pointed at William, “walk up stairs, move it” and pushes him back to the stairs.
“Honestly, Gunther I thought I had the right men for this, You know I do not like fuck ups, As for you Richard I will get my hands on that diary and be king of Paris.”
William walks up the stairs behind the man who is called Mr. Monarch and addresses him. “hey Mr…., Mr. Monarch, was it? Who…, who are you anyway? W…, What do you want with that ugly cat?” William tries to throw of the man with his wicked smile and English accent.
-“Shut up and keep moving” and he gets a push from the man behind him.
‘You are a funny man William, not sure what you are trying to do there. My name is Monarch, Patrick Monarch and I am the guy who wants to be king in Paris.”
Monarch opens the door and walks into the room, straight to the cage putting the cat back in and locking the door behind him once again. “There you go Richard, make yourself at home.”
The cat his last attempt to be free and scratch his assailant right before he is being put in the cage once more failed. Rattling the cage doesn’t keep Monarch from turning around and face our tall panting and tired man.
“Give me the gun and tie him up Gunther and hurry will you” A sigh escapes his lips.
He takes the gun of the tall man and holds it nonchalantly in front of him. “Sit down there” waving the gun around.
William sits down against the cracked wall in between the windows. His head has turned red from the short but fast running pursuit and the shame of tripping over the man who calls himself Monarch. He cannot stop thinking about his failure and looks over to the cage where the cat has settled down and is curled up in the corner. Facing away his head, most likely with anger and disappointment.
Monarch in the mean time has sat himself down in the comfort of the old sofa. Keeping the gun on his lap instead of pointed. He comes across as confident and calculating. Cunning maybe. William is being tied feet together and hands behind his back. Rope s being looped around his upper arms to keep him from moving. The weird faced pulled by our hero indicate he is being hurt by the tightly tied ropes biting his skin.
“Are you done now Gunther?” Monarch again waving around his gun like it is a rose or a magic want. His knees crossed, posing like a film star.
-“I am done sir, I am so sorry.” Gunther apologizes over and over, bowing deep in front of monarch and keeping his sight down on his muddy shoes.
Muddy shoes, could that be proof of where he buried the other man. Could he have dragged him into the garden. Nobody heard a car after all, before all hell broke loose and he had to run for his life.
“Very well Gunther now get me a coffee, I am thirsty and make it snappy.” Monarch reaches is arm holding the gun freely ust lying there in his hand. “You can have that back to”.
He rubs his hands against his vest and leans his elbow on the arm rest after pointing his finger to our Hero. “Sooo, you are the new hero. Mr…. William. Let me just drop the question. Where is the Diary?”
The act jumps up and rattles his cage, “Don’t say anything William”. Our cat is trying to squeeze himself through the bars making lots of noise. “I mean it do not say a word, he can not get his hands on it, you hear me?”
“Who are you anyway? Is your name Tommy or Richard. I do not understand what the hell is going on any more” William looses control and screams loud. His face now even more red than a radish in anger. Clasping his unseen fists and grinding his teeth as he faces back to Monarch. Determinations is shown in his fiery eyes.
©Ranting Crow 2013
Well not really the happy end, but yeah for another chapter. And surely I am hoping you enjoyed it. Let me know drop a line. They got caught, not the happy end one would hope for. Just stay tuned to see if they can escape and reunite Lady Chambelle with her Tommy, Richard, whatever his name is.