“Congrats Zeri you killed the man!”

“Calm down he’s not dead, just… sleeping.”

“Whatever you say, Im going to go back to sleep. Later.” 

Ughhhh, whatever that was I don’t want to do it again. It was like going through a loop roller coaster at the same time as going on a bullet train which was going up. If I have to I will cry then cease to exist. I would rather that not happen, I would quite like to keep existing for the time being. Did I pass out from whatever just happened to me? If so that is very embarrassing, imagine if my readers found out. They would think I was a joke and I would lose even more readers.

“It is rude to ask for an audience with someone then just ignore them small one.”

Why is she calling me small on- oh, THAT’s why she called me small one. She is absolutely ginormas. I basically have to make a 90 ° angle with my back. Other than her being very large she seems relatively normal. Like most of the others hear she has larger than average eyes. To be honest, she mostly just dresses like a hippie…

/stop thinking about me like you are writing a review/

 “How are you doing that?”

“It’s really not that difficult to take a peek in someone’s mind if they aren’t the most, well what’s the word… I guess the best way to describe it is weak.”

“Are you kidding me?! I just got here after almost dying and I am already get insulted by a weird, large-eyed, hippie lady. I demand an apology.”

“Now why would I apologize for something I am not sorry for?”

Honestly that’s fair. I wouldn’t apologize for something I wasn’t sorry for either. But she didn’t have be rude about it. Even a simple “no” would be better  than what she said. Nevermind this, I have a few questions and I want answers.

“So what are your questions for me?”

“First what is this place, second why is there such a blatant disregard for laws, and most importantly why on Earth would you cook those poor ferrets!”

“The answer to your first two questions is pretty easy to answer. The last one I don’t really have an answer for that since I didn’t make the menu for ‘Cooked Sticks.’”

“Okay get on with it. Answer my questions, I have time.”

“So the answer to your first question is that this is the Alley Hall. Alley Hall is an  almost neverending collection of Mystic owned restaurants that travels around Chicago and puts it’s entrance in random alleyways, hence the name.”

“For your second question I would like you to elaborate on.”

“Everyone here is a Mystic! And everyone knows that practicing magic is super illegal. And while yes there are permits you can get but I highly doubt that you actually have… a… permit. Oh my god you actually have a permit, don’t you.”

“Correct small one, I do indeed have a permit and it’s a special one at that.”

“How is it special?”

“Let’s just say that it gives everyone that practices magic, who walks into these doors, certain protection from laws for mortals. What are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m writing everything down for an article I might write later. Keep talking.”

“You are not allowed to write about this place. We have had journalists come in and try to talk about/ expose us. They had to be taken care of.”

“In what way do you mean taken care of?”

I am terrified right now. 

“Let’s just say that there mnight be a few immortal snakes that live in this building somewhere. And they do not get fed all that often.”

“Waitwaitwaitwait you don’t need to do that I can just walk out and you never have to see me again.”

“But that’s not very fair to the other writers that were fed to the Jerrys. It’s only right that you get treated the same as the rest.”

“ What if we make a deal!”

“What kind of deal?”

Okay, I might be able to survive after all.

“What if I give my services to you?”

“What services could you possibly offer. We have magic, you don’t have anything you could offer me.”

“I could offer you my readers.”

“Explain.”

“I write my reviews about different restaurants around the Hall, post it online to my readers and then boom. You guys get a giant influx of customers that could potentially make people more okay with the idea of magic users,  and I don’t have to die.”

“Interesting offer, mortal. What would you gain from this?”

“Like I said, I don’t have to die. I would basically be the exclusive food blogger for the Alley Hall.”

“ That sounds interesting. I think you might have yourself a deal.”

I go to shake her hand and it feels like I am being burned and being frozen at the same time.

To Be Continued