Crappy College Work!!!

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“I think we can rest here for a minute,” she said, panting. The room we had ducked in to was only about eight feet all the way around, but most of it was full of boxes and old furniture that gave off the smell of mildew. “Here? You really think this is the best place to be hiding from a bunch of Russians with very large caliber weapons?” My voice was getting that whine in it again. She held up the sign for silence and sat on one of the boxes. Taking the box next to her, I sighed. “What is this all about anyway? What is it these guys are after?” I asked, my head in my hands. “This.” She opened her purse and pulled out something raped in an old t-shirt. Pulling at the shirt, she revealed a key.

The key was old. Very old. It was half a foot long and carved from obsidian. Its surface wasn’t smooth but heavily grooved, like it had been chipped from a larger rock. Etched into the length of both sides were words in language that I didn’t understand. I looked like Sanskrit or some other long flowing script. The base, where the loop that would allow the key to be put on a belt or a key ring was missing, replaced with huge, intricately carved skull the size of a tennis ball. The keys teeth poked out form almost ever part of the other end, some pointing strait while others shot out at varying degrees. Each tooth was an inch long and hair thin, making the key look like a toilet bowl brush from the lead singer of Godsmacks’ house. She handed it to me and I nearly dropped it. Its weight was surprising. It looked like it only weighted one or two pounds but it was more like eight.

“What’s it to?” I asked

Her face turned serious as she looked in to my eyes. She chewed at her lower lip and answered in a hushed voice, “the world”.