User blog:Tiralis/Hellhound WWYD Response

Prompt: '' You're at home doing your own thing when you hear a door slam inside your house when you go to investigate what's going on you see you son activating the Full moon system defense system, when he notices you standing there he looks back and smiles. "Hey dad, what if I told you that I overheard a Hellhound tell her friends that she was planning to come here and claim you at night before the next full moon?" He asks you. ''

''Before you can say anything the shutters buckle like someone just rammed into them. "Also what if someone, not me, but someone threw a bottle that said Holy water at them, and I swear it wasn't me, promise?"''

''"Open these shutters right now, I promise I won't harm your dad or you I just want to talk." YOu hear a strong feminine voice say from the other side of the shutters.''



Sighing, I place my hand on my sons head while rubbing the bridge of my nose with the other. "Mark, go wait by the phone. When it  rings tell them that someone tried to break through the shutters." Mark starts running toward the kitchen and after a moment I yell to him, "And figure out better pranks next time."

After a few seconds I hear the phone ring and Mark answer it, so I return my attention to the door. "Miss, can I please ask you to stop crashing into my door.  At this point, the authorities should be on their way." "Just let me in!" the Hellhound shouts and the shutters shake again, " I won't do anything to you but someone needs to teach that son of yours some damn manners."

"Miss, I already asked you to stop crahing into my shutters.  If you keep this up I'm going to arrest you," I state in a firm voice. The hellhound laughs, "Ha!  What, a citizens arrest? Who are you to think you can take me down?" "It's not a citizens arrest, it's a state arrest. You are currently tryig to break into the home of officer Matthew Turner and by this point there are other officers on the way to investigate.  So if you are actually willing to just talk to me then I will open the door, otherwise you're going to spend the night in a cell."

She finally stops slamming into my door and a few moments later, " Fine.  I don't want to get locked up, so lets just talk."

I turn off the shutters and open the door. The hellhound, true to her word does nothing. She just stand there, arms crossed over her chest, dripping a bit with water although most of it has evapoated, looking more than a little irritated. We continue to stand there and talk. The main topic being my sons bad choice in prank targets and me promising to punish him appropriatly later. Other officers soon arrive, but I wave them off, telling them the matter had been settled. As the officers leave,  the hellhound decides to take off as well, but I stop her and hand her a small paper.

"What is this?" she asks.

"My number.  In case my son does something stupid again or if you just want to talk together under better circumstances later.  maybe over a drink?" I respond with as charming a smile I can. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name."

She laughs. "It's Gina.  And maybe I'll take you up on that drink later." Gina smiles and leaves with a wink. I walk back into my home, lock it back up, and prepare to think of a (light) punishment for Mark during the night.

