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Apocalypse Hound Event Part 5

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"Anastasia, do you have any idea what the consequences are for your actions?"

"But... I didn't do anything..." Annie stuttered.

"Yes, you did. I told you not to speak a word of our conversation, not shout it out to the whole court! You do realize you could've completely blown our cover, right!?"

"But I didn't! Or, I haven't. No one's figured it out yet, right? ...Right?" She laughed nevously in a vain attempt to lighten the mood a bit. It did not work.

"Not yet, but they will press you for questions if I let you live. You should thank me, Anastasia... you're going on up."

There was a riot of snarls and cries... then silence.

...

The rickety old orphanage was one of the few buildings still standing on the street. Lester's hand held the gun at his side tightly; the distant cries of the beasts filled the air, and yet they never seemed to near him. Something was off here, but he had little choice but to continue.

The interior of the house was as dark and desolate as the outside, and yet Lester quickly noticed something impossible for an abandoned house: it had been dusted.

Lester wandered the dark hallways, but other than the absence of dust, all looked normal for an abandoned house. Maybe there was something obvious he was missing, he concluded, wishing he had taken the time to find Putman before dashing off. But as he walked, a putrid smell filled his nostrils. The source appeared to be coming from behind a narrow closet door.

Lester held his breath. Doing everything he could to keep his nerve up, he reached out his hand and twisted the knob.

His fears were confirmed.

Behind the door was a hidden room, filled with what must have been every decomposing liver from every victim over the past couple of hellish weeks. Lester doubled over, trying to keep the bile in his throat down.

"So you've found me."

Lester looked up.
It was the caretaker of the orphanage.

"Are you---are you the Mother Hound?!"

"Well... that's what they call me, yes." she replied, unphased.

Lester staggered back to his feet, his shaking hands reaching for the handgun at his side. "So it was you, you killed all those people, you made the cult, you set up the Jacks---"

The caretaker gave Lester a condescending glance and shook her head slowly.

"No, no dear. I haven't done a thing. I never planned for this. The cult was a surprise to me too, but when mortals want to worship me, who am I to say no?" she tittered. "If you really want to know who killed all those people..."

"I did."

Lester didn't have time to react before he was brought to the floor by the stabbing pain running through him. The figure that had shot him from behind tossed his cloak aside... transforming back into the partner he had worked with for many years.

[To be continued...]