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re-robing. How he was able to
create a worthy garment of any shape out of such random material
escaped Andi. And with such speed! She planned to ask him to show
her one day, you know, when they weren't in the middle of being
assassinated by modern-day, brainwashed, evil-as-the-dickens
witches.
    Sliding on a pair of worn sneakers that Andi
used mostly for jogging, she grabbed Toryn's hand and ran through
the hallway until they reached the top of the stairwell.
    "Okay, let's get this over with." Andi began
to charge down the stairs until Toryn snatched her back.
    "What are you thinking?" He sounded
exasperated. "An army could be waiting for us down there."
    Jerking her forearm out of his hand, she
matter-of-factly spat, "There better not be because my homeowner's
insurance doesn't cover 'shit preternatural armies obliterate'.
They were rather specific about that in the fine print!"
    Looking intently into her eyes, he shook his
head. "I do not understand anything you are speaking of."
    "Neither do I, anymore." Shrugging, she
turned and made herself ask, "What do you think we should
do?"
    "Kill them."
    A silent moment passed.
    Andi fought the urge to remain quiet. "But
what if they're selling Girl Scout cookies?"
    Once again, Toryn was left confused.
    "Listen," she ordered, "We need to find out
who or what made that noise. In order to do that, we need to get
down these stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. Then we will
determine if there are any trespassers worthy of killing.
Acceptable?"
    Toryn puffed out his chest and merely grunted
his approval.
    "Good."
    Before she could try to descend on her own
again, however, he pulled her to the side of his massive frame. "Do
not endanger yourself unless left no choice."
    "Oh ye of little faith."
    Andi actually wished she hadn't uttered those
words about a second later when she felt a forceful hand push her
dangerously forward, completely off balance. Her knees were already
bouncing painfully across the hardwood steps at an alarming rate as
she twisted just in time to see two men grab Toryn, who was still
at the top of the stairs. The look in his eyes clearly warned her
that she was about to crash at the bottom of the stairwell. And
just that quickly, the men overtook him, pulling him backwards as
he flexed and shouted. Andi felt an explosive pain on the back of
her head.
    And then the world fell away into
nothingness.

 
     
     
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    A number of sensations swarmed Andi's body
before anything could register into a cohesive string of thoughts.
An ache that stretched from her shoulder to the back of her right
ear caused her to touch it and wince. Her arms and knees stung, as
if the air itself had turned to an acidic fog, eating away at every
bruise and scrape the unforgiving wood on her stairs had created. A
sickly ache pressed at her gut. The smell surrounding her was
artificially floral, slightly stale. Gardenias. The kind from a
can. It was doing no favors for her nausea. And the unfamiliar
voices...made Andi open her groggy eyes.
    "Well hello! Good to see you up and about."
The friendly voice accosted her senses.
    "That is a stretch, by far," she mumbled.
    Taking a moment to focus her vision, it was
clear that she was in a small church. The modest number of pews and
crucified Jesus sort of gave it away.
    "To be honest, we were all a bit baffled at
your ability to cross the threshold without, you know, becoming all
demony."
    Pulling her thoughts together faster than
they would come, she forced a confident facade. "Of course. Why
would I become all 'demony'?" Laughing disingenuously, Andi sat
upright and made eye contact with the underweight stranger, who
wore too much hair gel and a mint green sweater vest. "Have you,
perhaps, bumped your head lately? I'm definitely not
judging, but it can leave one confused. Out of sorts.
Delusional."
    It was his turn to laugh, though it was
clearly an artificial gesture. "Ms. O'Day, your family has a long
history with the church. Long . With