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Title: All That Remains – excerpt Chapter Five
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: superhero. science fiction. action. mm.<\/p>\n
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They didn’t get to enjoy the afterglow for even five minutes before someone rang the front doorbell. Then rang it again, and again, and again, before leaving their finger on the button for a long time.<\/p>\n
One look at Vereint’s darkening expression had Warrick climbing out of bed. “I’ve got it.”<\/p>\n
He pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and a loose gray tee shirt.<\/p>\n
“No underwear?” Vereint asked.<\/p>\n
“I don’t care if whoever that is sees me free-balling,” Warrick said.<\/p>\n
“But it might be one of Nicky’s friends. Put on your robe,” Vereint ordered. Then rolled on his stomach and burrowed his face into his pillow. “I’mma sleep now.”<\/p>\n
Warrick rolled his eyes fondly. “If you weren’t so cute…” He picked his robe up off a chair and slipped his arms in the sleeves, tying the belt as he left the bedroom and padded barefoot down the stairs.<\/p>\n
Whoever was on the porch rang the doorbell again.<\/p>\n
“Okay, okay. I’m coming!” Warrick called. He could feel himself getting irritated. His evening with Vereint was being spoiled by this interruption.<\/p>\n
He forced himself not to jerk the door open. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a broken front door. Instead he —-purposely—- turned the knob and opened the door.<\/p>\n
“Can I help you?” he asked the delivery man in a frosty tone.<\/p>\n
“It’s a good thing you’re here. I was about to leave.” The guy proferred a clipboard. “I need a signature, please.”<\/p>\n
Warrick took the clipboard but didn’t sign until the delivery man showed him the package with Vereint’s assumed name on the label. Then he scrawled a signature on the digital paper and exchanged the clipboard for the loaf of bread-sized box.<\/p>\n
“Thanks,” he growled, then slammed the door and locked it. He waited until he heard the truck start up and drive away before carrying the package upstairs to Vereint.<\/p>\n
“Who was it?” Vereint asked when Warrick came in the room.<\/p>\n
“A delivery for you.” Warrick set the box on the bed and began stripping back down. He wasn’t giving up a rare opportunity to lounge naked.<\/p>\n
“Hedonist,” Vereint teased. He didn’t lift his head from his pillow, just reached out a hand to snake the box across the covers toward himself. He fumbled at the tape with one hand, eventually pulling it off the lid in one strip.<\/p>\n
Warrick climbed into his side of the bed and sat with his back against the headboard. His pillow was somewhere on the floor. “What’d you get?” he asked.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“So it could be a bomb, and you’re opening it on our bed?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.” Vereint fumbled the box lid open and tilted it toward Warrick. “What’s in there?”<\/p>\n
Warrick reached out to move the brown packing paper out of the way. “It looks like a creepy doll. Is someone going to try and serial kill us now?”<\/p>\n
Vereint snorted. “I’d like to see someone try.” He lifted the doll out of the box by its head, tilting it so he could get a good look. “Hm. That is<\/i> creepy. Who’s it from?”<\/p>\n
Warrick glanced at the widely smiling bald ceramic head with the hand and foot-less white cloth body and fought a shudder. He looked at the outside of the box, then the inside. He even flipped it over to show there was nothing inside.<\/p>\n
“There’s no name,” he said. “Someone went out of their way to send you a creepy doll anonymously. Strange and suspicious.”<\/p>\n
Vereint rolled over and sat up, the bedcovers pooling over his bare lap. He picked up the doll with both hands and examined it closely. “Whoever made this knows how to sew, yet purposely made it look amateurish. It’s a taunt.”<\/p>\n
“What–“<\/p>\n
Vereint whipped the doll around by one leg and smacked the head against his night table. The head cracked apart, a small slip of paper falling out.<\/p>\n
Vereint snatched the paper out of the air and spread it open. “‘I know who you are<\/i>,'” he read aloud. “What the shit is this?”<\/p>\n
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Wanna know who these guys are before reading “All That Remains”? Check them out first in “Heroes & Villains<\/a>“, then follow it up with “Allies & Enemies<\/a>.”<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"