The Meeting

Copyright

 * This Boysenberry Kids story was created by Jazzy.
 * Steal and we sue.

The Meeting (Jazzy's Perspective)
I entered the old factory where he had arranged for us to meet, for years I came to this building every night watching him work his magic.

Until one terrifying night I over dosed on LSD and ripped him limb from limb.

I was sure that he had died in that accident, but hearing his croaking voice on the phone reminded me of when i was a kid.

Every night I would come running to this place to watch his magic shows.

No one was as gifted in magic as he was, watching as he shot sparks trough the room was mesmerizing as a kid, filling me with wonder and joy.

Standing here now I couldn't help but feel apprehensive, why would he be calling me here after all of these years?

As I slid open the door to his secret shop room I tried to suppress the rising fear that he had finally decided to take his revenge on me.

I see a newly bought desk standing in-front of a high-backed leather chair.

I had hardly stepped into the room when the door slid shut behind me, the hinges had been purposely scrubbed to give off a bone-chilling creak.

The black chair began to spin revealing an old man in brown robes.

"I've been expecting you" he says, quoting the old move cliche, he always was one for dramatics.