Stan The Water Man Novels & Stories

He pauses. Klempner inhales sharply, sitting back in his seat. Hands flat on the table, his eyes are wide. His chest rises and falls. Stanton regards the paper in his hand, as though reading, but clearly he knows what it says. "Mrs Waterman's remains were found concealed on waste ground, not far from where she had lived. She had been deceased for some weeks by then, but as luck would have it, she was found by a neighbour who knew her...

All black. “Stan?” I breathed, my best friend—or stranger—turned brother from the UN. “Close the door, Sky,” Stan said reluctantly. I shut the door and locked it. I didn’t put my bag down—at least not yet. “How did you get in here?” I asked. “I taught you how to pick locks, remember?” Stan stood up slowly. He was right. Stan was good with devices. He could hack anything and get in anywhere. He looked at me, scanning my face, probably noting the dark circles under my eyes. “You look like hell, dude,” Stan commented.

“Can’t I roam around? I won’t stray far.” He stared at me and pressed his lips together as if thinking. “Hmm…Okay! Just bring your phone, so I can call you.” I nodded, smiling. Stan took a quick bath and left while I changed my clothes and decided to roam around. There are people around, and I’m enjoying watching them swimming. However, I couldn’t help but feel envious. I want to swim too. Sadly I don’t know how. “Miss, you might want to check our souvenirs. Check these items out.”

Alex, (as I later learned was his name), sat on a flat stone near the water’s edge, sharpening one of his knives with slow, practiced strokes, he said he wanted to fish, I wondered why he needed a knife to do it, he could always just grab them and throw them somewhere dry, but considering he was sick maybe he didn’t trust his reflexes. His face, as always, was a mask of calm but I could see the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his left leg stretched a little too rigidly, as if trying to avoid pain. I tilted my head sighing into a stretch, “come on lets go exercise my brave warrior” “i don’t need you to exercise”, was his reply

Grant's face as he listened to my twisted explanation of why we need more than four average-sized guards to protect the floor during the board meeting. Air hissed as I exhaled through my clenched teeth. I tried again. "Mr. Grant—" "By all means, call me Stanley." He chuckled. The man was twice my size. I heard that he used to be a Marine, and he sort of looked as if he had never quit the army. His hair was cut extremely short, and his entire body was filled with bulging muscles. He could probably take me down in less than three seconds with one arm. No wonder he didn't take anything I said about the potential threat seriously.

Stella answered and removed his hand from her. Stella went to the water and soaked herself, she was enjoying the water until someone held her waist. She stopped and looked at the man who was holding her, "Why are you here?" She asked Brandon. "We need to talk!" Brandon told her, which made Stella smirk at him. "Nah! I'm busy!" Stella answered and pushed him away.

CHAPTER 5: THE ENCOUNTER One pound in front and the windshield broke into pieces. The man's eyes darted on me at first, then it went to Stan. I knew he wasn't human but how he stopped a speeding car with one hand still left me dumbfounded. I've seen different shades of violence, but something as extraordinary as that is not something I'm used to. "What are you doing?" he calmly asked Stan, I don't know if that is his real name or if he gave me a fake one.

“I mean come on man, I maybe a bartender, but that’s not really rocket science you know.” I laughed till tears were flowing from my eyes. This man was hilarious! “What’s your name, man?” “Stan.” “So Stan, you know what I’m gonna do?” I asked conspiratorially. He shook his head. “I’m… I’ma gonna ask that wise man… Roberta Einstein to help me write an apology speech for a girl that I want to be mine.” He was quiet for a moment. “And how will you do that?” He asked, this time with interest.

"I understand. That's fine. " I smile in reply. "Pardon my manners lady. I am Stan. Stan Devin. I live down the road a few blocks from the high school. " "Nice to meet you Stan. I am not sure we have met before. " I say wearing a confused look about me. I have been away from my duties for long enough and I am itching to get back inside the kitchen. "No, we haven't Missy. At least not in person. I have more than enough water color and pencil sketching of your face littered around my place as we speak. " My face screws in more confusion. A deep feeling of nervousness settles in my stomach.