Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170704200042/@comment-27950421-20180117041153

I exhale a long breath and steel my resolve. There's no use in hiding for long. If she tracked me to the floor I'm on then it's really only a matter of time before tracks me down completely.

I step out to face her.

The hellhound makes no effort to be subtle as she leers at me, "Well now, accepting your fate already? I thought you were gonna make me hunt you down..."

I glare at her, "Listen, it's been a long day, I'm behind on my work as is. I have several reports that I have to have finished by tomorrow morning. I do not have the time or the patience to deal with this right now."

The Hellhound gives a smug smirks and looms over me, "Oh? Are gonna stop big man?..."

I narrow my eyes...


 * fifteen minutes later

A window shatters as the Hellhound is sent flying outside and plummets to the ground.

I stand at the edge, panting and covered in scrapes and bruises from the struggle. I reflexively fix my tie despite my clothes being reduced to scorched tatters by her claws. I turn and limp back to my cubicle, the only one still left standing after the brawl, and get back to work.

I groan, "If I get too much over time the boss is gonna have my head..."


 * meanwhile outside

The Hellhound climbs out of the hole from where she had ended her 34 story fall.

Despite being in no better shape than I she maintains an excited grin, "Oh yeah, that's my kind of man! I'm gonna make him mine one way or another!"

She busts down the door and rushes back into the building.