Community Writing Game

The man had to dip his head as he stepped into the room. Even so, his cap brushed against the underside of the doorframe. The woman slammed the lid onto the box and looked the newcomer in the eyes, screaming, 'Haven't you people anything better to do?' The traffic warden sneered and looked from her to the man on the floor. 'Don't I know you?' he asked, wiping a droplet of sweat from the end of his bulbous red nose.
Slipping the revolver into his jacket pocket, Sheridan struggled to his feet, gathering saliva and spitting on the beaten earth floor. Wrenching the box from her hands, he turned to face the giant, saying, 'You know very well who I am, and what I drive. Step aside.'
'You're parked on a double yellow...again,' he growled, tapping on the screen of his iPad.
He stopped tapping when Sheridan screwed the gun barrel into his left nostril.
'Thir...,' he squeaked, going up onto his toes, 'There's no kneed for thaat. I'm juss dooing my jobbb.'
'Move it, tallboy.'

Head snapping up to look at her, his eyes flashed in horror at the grotesque vision before him. Quickly placing a finger against her lips she whispered 'sshh' indicating for his silence. The door slowly opened, his revolver waving crazily in front of him as though some unseen hand had taken over. Pouring from his brow sweat began to dampen his collar, as his heart thundered in his chest, fear was getting the better of him, but he couldn't contain it. Watching intently as the door creaked slowly open the vision of his brother's face flashed into his head. The shaking began from his feet, slowly travelling up his body, he had no control, 'what the hell was happening?' The woman with the dark chocolate eyes place a finger on the side of his face slowly dragging it down scratching the skin from his cheek with her talon like nail. The door opened fully, screaming he fell to his knees. 'No! Please don't. Not this!

"And what is in the box?"
She slowly traced her finger around the rim of the mug, the warm scent of spiced cocoa filling the incense-heavy air. She lifted dark chocolate eyes, a smile on dark chocolate lips as the gold clasps in her braids gently chinked together. "Him heart," she replied softly. "As dem say, dee price mus be paid in dee end."
Drawing his revolver, he jumped to his feet, knocking the chair backwards. She leaned back in hers and, resting her palms on the edge of the table, asked him, "You come here looking for answers, yes?"
His eyes flicked left and right, checking the door and the window. Rain pelted against the glass and wind moaned under the door. "Open it," he hissed, cocking the weapon and pointing it at her face. She nodded and levered the lid from the box, her long pointed nails scratching against old wood.
Faded blue eyes in a parchment-yellow face stared at the ceiling. Light from the oil lamp played across straight white teeth bared in the scream frozen in the face of his brother.