Darkest Thoughts by P.W Hillard

Author:P.W Hillard [Hillard, P.W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Darren was sat in the hotel's tiny bar, this time at one of the oddly uncomfortable seats that seemed to populate every hotel. Flat bottomed beige things with low round backs. He shifted, trying to wake his sleeping legs, his exorbitantly priced glass of cola in his hand. Perrin was sat next to him; her chair having creaked as she had sat down. Opposite them, Anne had finally arrived, acquiring herself a large gin and tonic from the bar, despite it only being nine AM.

“So, one day you’re here without me, and get into trouble?” Anne took a long swig of her drink. Her thoughts were like a simmering heat, a low flame threatening to explode into a wildfire.

“I’m sorry, this is all so new to me still and-” Darren began.

"Oh, not you, Darren," Anne said. "You don't know any better. Perrin, however, is an old hand at this. Why didn't you ward his room?"

“This whole hotel is supposed to be warded. What was the point? Approved beings only. Same as it is every year.” Perrin had her arms outstretched on the chairs low back. “How was I supposed to know someone would find a way around them?”

“You said to me not to trust anyone,” Darren said. “Should have followed your own advice.”

“Look,” Perrin said, shooting Darren a withering glare. “Whatever that thing was, I don’t think anyone could have reasonably expected it.”

"And yet, there it was, this…what did you call it?" Anne placed her glass on the table between them with a soft thud, a ring of condensation forming on the over-polished wood. "Shadow man?"

"That's a good a description as any," Perrin said. "The damn thing had a very fey-like frame. Long, thin, pointed fingers that end in claws. Never seen a fairy that looks exactly like that though.”

“I wouldn’t say it was a shadow,” Darren said. His mind glossed over the mention of fairies. After slumming about with demons and gods in a run-down hotel it didn’t surprise him. “It was more like it was made of…nothingness. It felt like when you pulled me to your hell, just emptiness.”

“Felt like it was made of plenty of something to me. Took a punch well enough.”

“Well,” Anne said, adjusting the maroon blazer she was wearing. “It would seem that, at the risk of sounding cliché, a murderer is among us. I suppose we should try and sniff them out.”

“Why us?” Darren said. He wasn’t keen on seeing the creature again.

“Who else? I wasn’t here, and you and Perrin are the only other people to have been attacked. No-one else has any kind of reasonable alibi. We’re the closest thing to impartial as you can get in here.”

“Oh, well. I suppose that makes sense.”

“Besides, your ability makes you uniquely suited to a bit of investigating,” Anne said.

“Again, not how it works, not with your lot anyway. It’s like images, feelings, emotions with you, not solid perceptible thoughts.” Darren took a sip of his cola, it had started to go flat and felt slightly unpleasant as it slipped down his throat.

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