That night I slept on the sofa again. During the middle of the night, Alice woke me. “Leighla’s in trouble.”
I didn’t let her ask me, “How can I help?”
Alice hugged me, “We have to hurry.” She grabbed my hand and we raced back to the train station. We got on the same train that we’d ridden before, but this time there were supplies and weapons in the car. Alice started arming herself. I did the same. “These aren’t guns like you think.” I pulled out a gun. It’s barrel was solid, with no hole bored in it. “They shoot beams of particles.”
As we rode, I asked, “Is it Wraiths?”
Alice nodded. “They have her trapped outside the shack. So far, her shield has protected her.”
When the train stopped, we retraced our steps to the shack, this time stepping out of the mirror, into the room.
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@LurchMunster
This is the 15th piece in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.
My Soul's Tears 
Riveting read! Great job…you must know your weapons or it appears that way from your writing. The quote written below your blog title made me smile. It goes with what I wrote!
Must trace back through the previous vis dares, feels like this is building to something!
Really feel the tension in this.
Great tension and pacing. I read your following episode before this one, and am amazed at how well the two blend together.