Dylan Gunn strode purposely through the dark halls of crumbling mansion, his broad shoulders hunched with manly angst. The world was on his man shoulders and his alone. The tall man checked with one hand that his gun was ready under his coat and with the other hand that his hair was still shaved short to his head. His pace quickened as the sound of screaming came from around the corner, his masculine figure breaking out into a run at the sound of distress.
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"The seal!" He breathed huskily.
He had to stop it from breaking. He had to hurry.
The way was blocked, a door barred with strips of wood that were no match for his brawn. Strapping muscles ripped the wood to pieces and Dylan Gunn broke through to find the demons waiting for him. Staring at him.
They were amused but not for long. Dylan Gunn took one step before his manly weight went crashing through the floorboards.
"Dammit," he whispered to his macho self as he looked up at the demons overhead.
Dylan pulled out his cell phone, his face determined as his dialed the number and brought the phone to his face. "Hey, Bobby." He grunted. "I'm gonna need some help on this one."
From the phone came only two words.
"Dammit Dylan."
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