Roth & Korrigan

Escapade 2: The Closet

            James Roth cracked open an eye, head pounding in a threat to tear itself apart. Currently, he was awakening from unconsciousness, hands tied behind his back- his legs were bound in the same fashion, with a strong military-grade rope. Resignation made itself apparent in his sigh- he’d been bested by the mysterious figure on the moor, though Roth couldn’t help but suspect his apparent aggressor had a hidden accomplice. Willing his other eye to open, the adventurer noticed he was sitting upright within a dark closet of some kind-complete with coats, mothballs, shoes and the like- with Ms. Korrigan unconscious and bound as well. Currently, perhaps due to the small space, or some impishness on their captor’s part, she was resting in his lap, head on her companion’s chest.

            “Ms. Korrigan,” Roth whispered. She didn’t stir.

            “Ms. Korrigan.” He tried- a bit louder, only to garner no response.

            “Laurel!” This time, Roth whispered as loud as he dared; and the harsh address coerced his fallen friend into jerking awake- red lipstick stained his vest from where Korrigan’s face had taken support.

            “Mr. Roth?” Her voice was laced with confusion- there was no doubt, even as his accountant, that this was Korrigan’s first time being rendered inept. It was only Roth’s third time around as well- and the last two instances had been by falling objects, not mysterious foes in the fog.

            “If you would please be so kind as to get off me?” As it was somewhat uncomfortable for himself, Roth could only imagine what the situation could seem to Ms Korrigan, who was rather prudish for their generation. Even in the dark, he could see the shades of indignation make its way across her face- said face was whipped quickly away as she rolled off to sit at his side.

            “How long have we been out?” Ms. Korrigan had voiced the question on both of their minds.

            “I have no clue- our attackers seem to have taken my pocket watch.” They had taken a number of other things, such as his Swiss Army knife, his coat, his wallet, and his phone- not that he used it much anyway, but such a device could have been useful if it had gone unnoticed. Ms. Korrigan herself was missing her infamous pistol, as well as her own coat- which was really inconvenient- even with a closet full of coats, it was cold.

“Do you think they were after the Beast?” It was then that despair struck James like a gunshot- in his confused state he had failed to realize that the trail outside on the moor was had most probably gone cold, and the search for the famous Beast of Bodmin Moor would have to start from scratch.

            “I highly doubt it Ms. Korrigan-” Frustration seeped into his response. “If they were, they wouldn’t have taken the time to take us captive.”

            “…Identity theft isn’t in the budget Mr. Roth.”

            “I’m well aware- we must try to make our way out of this closet. Lean on me to try and stand, if you will Ms. Korrigan.” With a small grunt, Korrigan put her back against Roth’s shoulder and pushed her way up the wall. Her hands gripped his arm, once she had a secure foothold against a suitcase, and helped them both to stand upright on their feet.

             Just as an attempt was to be made on the door by Ms. Korrigan and her steel-heeled boots, the entrance to their unconventional prison swung open seemingly on its own.

     Again, I couldn't wait for next Saturday, so you guys get the next Escapade this week! I suppose I'm a bit impatient, so I might change the schedule time. Don't forget to leave a comment to tell me what you think!

                 -Writing Wolf