something wicked this way comes

[intrinsicworth]

While Glen had decided long before that he would be attending the Gala on Halloween along with the Landons, he hadn't figured on the particular turn of events that would transform a good portion of the island population into zombies, mummies, werewolves, and vampires all from the era when movies when technicolor was still a thing of dreams and

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[intrinsicworth]

As he was pushed into the basement ahead of the gun, Glen stumbled and then steadied himself as the light was thrown and the whole place illuminated in eerie movie effect lighting. Although his senses were still muddled, he had a moment to look in awe at their surroundings. It was like every black and white screamer that Glen had ever seen as a boy except that somehow Glen didn't think that the monster behind him had a zipper up his back under normal circumstances.

Beyond his first impression, Glen had little time to consider what he was seeing before Flagg shoved him forward again. Why is it that folk always delight in shoving old men to their knees? It's not like it's a particularly hard feat to achieve, Glen thought as he stumbled forward again, barely managing to keep his balance with each push. The ache in his head was interfering a great deal with his ability to balance.

Glen winced at the shout and this time did fall to the ground with the next shove affording Flagg an easy time of getting ahold of him. Glen was mortified at his own weakness in the face of the other man. He knew he was old, he knew he was weak, but Flagg handled him like a child as he hauled him up and strapped him to the table. Glen tried to resist, but the simple fact of the matter was that he couldn't. Between the gun and his strength, Glen was in deep trouble indeed.

"I suppose," Glen said gritting his teeth, "This would be the time for me to say something like 'You'll never get away with this'." Just then he wasn't particularly concerned with Flagg getting his for what he was about to do and much more concerned with the fact that the island had seen fit to give Flagg his own personal playground for the evening.

"I would have thought that this wasn't your style," Glen tried. "Where's the finesse in your plan? You certainly don't know what any of those things do. That eager to try your luck?" He doubted it would do anything but get him another quick twist on the rack, but it satisfied Glen's mouthy streak for the time being.