Lucas pushed past Trevor and Isabel and leaned down towards the computer. “We absolutely should. What the hell did you do to me?”
Lady Morrow pursed her lips for a moment before answering. “I saved your life.”
“Yeah, a little too well. Why can’t I die? Who is the Nameless?”
“I can’t answer all of your questions… ” Lady Morrow stopped mid-sentence and stared at Lucas for a moment. “Who’s the Nameless? You mean… oh, you gave him a name. I bet he hates that. I imagine him fuming.” The edge of her mouth twitched upwards.
Behind Lucas, Trevor coughed. “It was my idea, actually.”
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The pulsing sensation led Lucas across the lake once again.
His feet trembled as he took steps off of the ice and back onto solid ground. Before him was a crude assembly of man-made structures, a perversion of the white plain that stretched out on all sides of him. He wanted to tear the structures down, to scatter them to dust, but he knew that even the dust would pervert the world around him.
Instead, he stepped inside. The pulsing drew him further and further, deep into the base. Rooms became tunnels, and tunnels became shafts which led ever downwards, down towards the revelation…
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No one in the car – Lucas, Trevor, or Isabel – spoke for the entire hour it took to drive to Isabel’s house on Lake Michigan.
It wasn’t until Lucas and Trevor walked into the living room of the house and saw how massive the window looking out over the lake and Isabel’s boathouse was that one of them – Lucas, as it turned out – broke the silence. “Wow. Isabel. Wow. This is…”
“Rather small, yes, I know. I’m ashamed you have to see it.” Isabel waved a hand dismissively and laughed. “Joking. Obviously. This is one of the nicer properties that I own. Usually I rent it out to tourists, but it happened to be empty, which is lucky for you. I will see if I have any spare men’s clothing laying around so that you two can change out of those… things.”
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“-shattered ribs, possible punctured lung, spinal damage.”
Something rolls beneath Lucas. It bumps, sending shockwaves up his back-
Trevor’s voice. “I’m not leaving. I’m NOT LEAVING!” Sounds of a scuffle. “Get OFF-”
A steady rhythm, sharp beats, each like a punch to the head.
“-prep the OR for surgery-”
Lucas woke up to silence.
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The worst day of Lucas Parker’s life began and ended with a woman, a fire, and a train.
In the morning, the fire was the cigarette and burned between the strange woman’s lips. She seemed insistent on making it belch as much smoke as humanly possible. Lucas had good lungs, but he struggled to breathe as the woman let loose another cloud. He inched down the train platform, but it wasn’t enough. Eventually, Lucas turned to look down at the odd woman. He took in her fiery red hair and her grey suit for a moment before letting out an awkward cough.
“You really shouldn’t smoke on the platforms.”
The woman took another drag. “Why?”
“Because…” Lucas paused for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s going to kill you. It might kill me.”
The woman shrugged. “Everybody dies. Entropy claims us all eventually. That’s how the universe works. Ever since the Big Bang, the universe has been trying to work itself out into a equal state of nothingness. Like coffee, cooling to room temperature. I don’t think my cigarette will matter in a trillion years.”
Okay, then. Clearly, the woman had more problems than just a smoking habit.
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