AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd

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     No one else knew anything either, 
except Sherrie. She told me they were  
driven all the way up to an Experiment-
al Research Facility up in Alaska.     
     “Now a days, recycling research is
big business,” she explained, “and some
of the work is really promising, like  
the future of electricity, housing,    
transportation, food and even space    
travel.”                               
     That did sound promising, but     
after a couple months, I started get-  
ting tired of people asking if I’d seen
anything yet and started making stuff  
up.                                    
     I know it’s sick and mean, but my 
stories and jokes also helped to chan- 
nel my fantasies away from actually    
doing them. Like I was pretending to   
brainstorm a comic book idea out loud, 
instead of just in my head.            
     When people laughed or were scared
by them, it helped me deal with this   
overwhelming need to do it again, and  
like my pretend comic book idea, it    
also helped not make it so overwhelm-  
ing, and also might upset the right    
people.                                
     Unfortunately, it upset the wrong 
person.                                
     This morning, while on my way to  
clean that room, Alicia caught up with 
me, grabbed my sleeve, and almost      
literally dragged me down the hall.    
     She wanted to talk to me, in      
private, and in the Oh Oh Room. I      
almost had to run to keep up with her, 
but once we got close, she slowed down 
a little.                              
     “You know, the one you keep tel-  
ling everyone is really the ‘Entrance  
to Hell’!” she said, using air quotes. 
     “I think that’s way better than   
the ‘Outer Office’,” I said, also using
air quotes.                            
     Once I got us inside, she got     
right down to business, after noticing 
the coffee machine, getting some, and  
sitting down to take a sip. “Now this  
is coffee,” she sighed.                
     “It’s good huh? Lots better than  
that crap we got. That doesn’t even    
taste like coffee,” I ranted.          
     Alicia let me go on and on for a  
few seconds, took another sip, and then
stopped me cold.                       
     “Cut the crap Criminal. What the  
hell have you been telling people about
that room?” she said, pointing to the  
Entrance to Hell.                      
     “About what?” I asked innocently. 



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CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd
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