Demon Monkey Fish (SIS 50k: Day 33)
For more or less the first time since I started this challenge, I'm very slightly ahead in the word count. My current piece is a story called Unreal City, and it's about a sorcerer who finds himself dead, and in the afterlife version of London. It turns out he's not the first to be killed by the shadowy figure who's been targeting London's magic practitioners, so now he and the others he meets have to come up with some way of reaching those left alive to warn them - unfortunately, only psychics can talk to the dead, and the only psychic Quentin knows has absolutely no desire to talk to him.
The characters are very different from the ones I normally write - in that they're not just various versions of me. It's quite a lot of fun to explore their personalities.
I pulled out my mobile and put it on the table, like some sort of magic symbol. In a way, it was. It was the best chance we had.
We stared at it.
"Any consequences I should know about?" I asked, looking around at the group. "You know, along the lines of 'The last guy who tried this was consumed in a fireball and eaten by demon monkey fish'?"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "No," she said. "We'd have told you."
Well, call me paranoid, but someone had just killed me. I had reason to be a little suspicious. It was only a pity this instinct had kicked in rather too late to be on any use to me. I.e. in the arena of keeping me alive. Now I didn't have much to fear, all things considered. Well, except possibly those demon monkey fish. I didn't remember them from Sunday School, but it had been a hell of a long time ago. Maybe they had those now.