Oct. 26th, 2018
Seven Days of Halloween - Day 1
Oct. 26th, 2018 10:14 am
“This is the cargo ship Marianthe,” Mr. Waverly said, turning toward the image on the screen. “She left Rotterdam for Newark five days ago carrying materials for Section IV. New enhancements for headquarters security, that sort of thing. A complement of Section III agents sailed with her.”
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The fourth prompt for the Seven Days of Halloween Writing Challenge!
Your response posts tomorrow 10/27 and can be a sentence, paragraph, drabble...double drabble, a poem, a short story or a long one. No minimum or maximum word count. Since there are seven prompts you can choose to make your fic. a continuous story (WIP) It's up to you!
Remember, (this is important) INCLUDE the prompt with your piece. A reminder,
section7mfu is a gen, gen-mature site. Gen-mature means there is more violence, torture or mild het in your story. So please use the appropriate tags!
Have fun and we look forward to you scaring the daylights out of us...as well as Napoleon and Illya (or any other MFU or GFU characters) It'll be BOO-tiful, we know!
Here's your prompt for October 27th posting:
They approached their destination as it finally appeared through the dense cloud cover. Located high atop a cliff, it was an old two story Victorian house perched in precarious position on the edge of precipice.
Their only means of getting there was climbing a series of stairs cut into the cliff face but where that wasn’t possible a metal staircase had been installed.
“Who in their right mind would put a house in such a precarious spot...that is of course a rhetorical question,” Illya commented.
“Definitely one who thinks outside the box,”Napoleon replied. “And how the heck did they get the materials up here to even build it….wait, helicopter? Then again this house looks pretty old for that to have been…”
“Stoi...stop,” Illya said. “Do you hear it?”

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Illya Kuryakin hated THRUSH drugs, and the headache he was now experiencing felt exactly like one from the Hierarchy's abundant supply. He didn't know where he was or how he got here, had only a vague image of the projection he and Napoleon saw in the ship's dining room. In the midst of his head's agony he realized there was not any motion beneath him; he was no longer at sea. Where he was would be a mystery left unsolved for the present.
Napoleon stood alone in the dining room's dim light and attempted to find a strategy of some sort. Nothing came to him. He was on a ship that appeared to be empty, except for the voice on his communicator. But was he really on board? He had to be, Illya was gone... taken. Someone else had to have been here in order to ambush his partner.
Just as Solo was ready to start searching the ship once more, he was overcome by a noxious fume emanating from the same portal that had broadcast the image of the madman. Too late he realized it, and was soon caught in the effects of it, consciousness escaping him as he spiraled into a nightmare of garrish faces and the unmoving body of Illya Kuryakin.
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2200
Author: Rose of Pollux
Summary: The pieces of the puzzle begin to come together, but there are still many questions for Napoleon and Illya to find the answers to.
Gen version is available at ff.net.

