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Challenge of the Week LXXVII
This week we're going to try something different. Very different. Sort this challenge feed by newest. Read the most recent post, then continue it. Posts will be constrained to 700 words, so nobody has to read a novella before writing their own entry. When evaluating, we'll read the posts in order, from oldest to newest. Feel free to depart from the previous author stylistically, thematically, or in whichever way you choose, though your entry should be somehow connected to the previous entry. If the previous post is nonsensical, or otherwise hopelessly salvageable, continue from the most recent post you can. (If you do elect to continue from a different post, it'd be helpful if you could indicate which post you're continuing from). We'll write the first sentence. "The dream came to an abrupt end when the hysterical ringing of the telephone split the midnight silence."

Decisions

A dog-eared business card with a single name on it: James Burns.

Angela flipped the card around. There was nothing on the back except for what looked like an ink stain. She turned it over again only to discover that the front now said: James Burns, ghostbuster extrodinaire and a phone number.

"What the f-" Angela muttered. She flipped the card again. Still the blackish blotch on the back. Yet when she flipped it back to the front, it read James Burns, demon hunter (like Supernatural), with the same phone number.

Angela rolled her eyes. She'd seen stranger shit. The problem with this is that she couldn't leave it and pretend like she had never seen it. Someone clearly wanted her to see it; otherwise, it wouldn't have appeared like that. And that someone might be powerful.

It could be Carlos, trying to rope her into something, trying to test her loyalty. That was like him. He'd write that fanfic or make stupid jokes on a business card just to get a rise out of her. And he never trusted her--he was always testing her loyalty...Angela pulled down her sleeve subconsciously, over the place where the Mark was.

And even if this James guy could help her get rid of the demon Carlos, the consequences could be too much. Angela shivered. She hadn't realized the chill that was setting in. This time it wasn't Carlos, only a natural consequence of the time of day. She was still standing in the shadows of the alley and the sun was setting. She couldn't take the risk with the card. If she partnered with a demon hunter, it could very well jeopardize everything that she had worked for. The boarding school. Lola. Everything. She had to face Carlos alone.

Angela strode out of the alley. It was time to go back home and forget about this James guy. His business card was stupid anyway. She dropped it into a nearby dumpster and kept walking.

She didn't even notice when it reappeared in her pocket moments later.

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