Rob Colton

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Before I could lock it, the door swung open, and a furious Chris stormed into the room. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him startled me enough to make me jump, but I didn't back away. Rolling my eyes, I gave the big stupid lug my back. “Didn't I just fire you?” “You're not getting rid of me that easily, Hudson.” “Honestly, you're getting rid of yourself, the way you're acting. I'm going to bed. See yourself out." I left him standing in the living room. Before I could s

“HEY, BOSS!” Rex Marlowe glanced over his shoulder toward the sound of his friend’s voice. Shouting over the auto-tuned vocals of the latest pop starlet’s techno-grunge remix, Eli repeated his call and motioned him over with a wave. He looked around the bar, wondering why Eli was calling him. There wasn’t a line at the door, so there wouldn’t be any reason for his bouncer to need him. It was Saturday night, and the Buckle was busy as hell. He didn’t have time to be fooling around. Re

One ditching and one rescue later, Hayden discovers the use of a telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…

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“Will you two get up already?” I let out an exasperated huff. Grant and Chris rose from their kneeling positions. They stood there, staring at the ground, neither speaking. I looked back and forth between them, waiting. The silence lingered until it became excruciatingly uncomfortable. “For god’s sake. You guys make me crazy.” Still neither spoke. “Okay, whatever. I'm not doing this. Find someone else.” I pushed past Grant, who finally turned around. “Hudson, you can't do that!” “Since bo

“Hudson? Are you okay?” Chris’s voice sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to find his blurry face over mine. He helped me to a sitting position, and every joint in my body protested being moved. “Ow…” I blinked a few times until the room came into focus. The caretaker’s dried husk of a body lay next to me, his hands stuck outward as if he was still trying to grab me. “Oh god, that's gross.” I grabbed Chris’s jacket and pulled myself closer. He helped me to my feet, and I looked around the

Using a dagger, Chris shoved the tip into the cuff around my wrist. With a sharp turn, the cuff snapped open and it fell to the floor. Before the metal even clanged onto the concrete, Chris was standing over me. He had his fighting stick, still painted neon blue like a lightsaber. “Touch him, and I will kill you,” Chris said through gritted teeth. “Though I may do that anyway.” In the corner cell, the lupoid had awoken. It shook off the dirt like a dog, snarling and slobbering as it clamored t

I opened my eyes, but all I could see was a haze of gray. My right arm burned, as if it was stabbed by a billion pins and needles. It took me a moment to realize I had a metal cuff around my wrist, which was connected by a heavy linked chain to a plate in the concrete floor. I was laying on said floor, which was freezing cold. I could feel the dampness of the concrete had saturated my clothing, and I shivered violently. The smell of mildew permeated the air, along with something that was fami

I guess I didn't explain it too well... Chris is trained to protect the caretaker, but the caretaker has been corrupted by evil.

“Chris? What are you doing?” The warble in my voice gave away how nervous I was. I felt the bed dip with Chris’s weight, and I was keenly aware of his closeness. I could feel the heat of his body. I could smell his odor, a combination of musk and sweat. He clearly hadn’t showered since the fight. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” That did not sound like Chris. “Did Grant send you in here?” “Yes.” “Figures.” “Look, both of us want you to be okay. But we also need to make sure the thin

I shuddered as a cold breeze flew up the back of my thighs and my ass. “Brr!” “We should get out of here,” Grant said. Chris nodded. “Agreed.” “Yeah,” I quickly agreed. “I’m freezing my ass off.” Not to mention, I was filthy—and the silence of the surrounding lupoid-infested woods was freaking me out. I reached back and grabbed the tattered Fred Flintstone costume and made another futile attempt to cover myself. Feeling self-conscious, I looked over at Chris, following his gaze to my backside

The door shut with a bang behind me and an icy breeze swept up the back of my legs. I reached back and tugged down the hem of my tunic. I reeked of beer. Near the corner of the house was an outside faucet. Tucking the inflatable club between my legs, I bent down, turned the faucet on and rinsed the beer off my hands. Having no towel, I wiped them dry on my costume. As I stood, I wrapped my arms around my body. I felt the goose bumps rising on my skin. A gentle breeze wafted through the trees.

What the hell are you still doing here? My inner voice was right on the money. What was I doing here? I only came to the party because my best friend Grant begged me to. “Come on, Hudson,” he’d said. “It'll be a blast. We’ll get dressed up, have some drinks and chill. You'll meet lots of guys...” Agreeing to come was arguably my second major mistake of the night. The first was, hands down, letting Grant pick my costume. Being so last minute, I didn’t have one lined up, but Grant said he had a