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11/17/08(Mon)20:25 No.3015533Poppet could barely see. The tall file cabinets throughout the room, many with drawers hanging open, meant almost none of the dim light reached the ground. And his precious light-stick was gone, the bulb a pile of glass shards now a thousand paces behind.
Clayman didn't like it. "He could be hiding anywhere in this mess. And look there--strings going from each of these towers to the next. He's waiting for us, Poppy. Probably watching us right now, ready to do what he did to Idol. Only this time he'll--"
Poppet held up his arm for quiet. "Listen." There was a light scraping sound, followed by several clicks. The sound seemed to come from all around the pair. Poppet pulled out his largest pin, carefully sharpened to a fine point. "He's here. Be careful."
"How are we even supposed to reach him, Poppy? He's like some sort of spider!" Poppet turned to shush him again, saw what he'd been dreading. A smile of gleaming teeth hung in the air behind Clayman, and a pair of arms had flung a thin wire around his leg, pulling the ends together with a quick jerk. Clayman fell heavily, and Poppet rushed forward to his friend's aid. Too late, he stabbed at the smile, already halfway up the cabinet; in a moment, it had vanished.
A rasping laugh echoed around the room. Poppet stood over his friend, who was desperately working to reattach his leg, completely absorbed in the effort. A glint of light caused Poppet to spin, and he froze. Several paces in front of him was Marionette, holding a match. His wide grin shone from the flame. |