Speaker 1: We found ourselves back in the Victorian age replica of
Speaker 1: my hometown, standing in the exact same spot where we
Speaker 1: had left. Nothing had changed. Everyone was still dead. Once again,
Speaker 1: I found myself wondering what to do next. I was
Speaker 1: determined to see this through to the end. I was
Speaker 1: also pretty freaking scared. This wasn't interactive dinner theater anymore.
Speaker 1: The danger was real. Falling Sky looked alert and ready
Speaker 1: for action. Beside me, he gestured at the steeple of
Speaker 1: the church in the distance. I feel like it was
Speaker 1: strange the reverend was absent from the church. Everyone else
Speaker 1: was playing their parts, so why was he missing? I
Speaker 1: shrugged and said, yeah, I was wondering about that too.
Speaker 1: But the guy who killed Catherine was I don't know,
Speaker 1: kind of weathered, looking like he spent a lot of
Speaker 1: time outdoors. I think he was either a shepherd or
Speaker 1: a farm hand. He definitely smelled like he worked around livestock.
Speaker 1: The Skinwalker folded his arms and said, I think we
Speaker 1: should go back there and have a look around. It's
Speaker 1: a feeling I have in my heart, and I always
Speaker 1: trust my heart. I felt the chill creeped down my spine.
Speaker 1: Now that I was back on the other side, standing
Speaker 1: amongst all the dead bodies on the street, My ravado
Speaker 1: was starting to crumble. Yeah, I think he's probably connected
Speaker 1: to the church. But how if he isn't the reverend,
Speaker 1: then he must be a member of the congregation. Only
Speaker 1: over sure is that we've got more questions than answers. Honestly,
Speaker 1: I'm starting to wonder if this is a good idea.
Speaker 1: Falling Sky gave me a somber look. He asked, are
Speaker 1: you afraid? This is the most important question? Reluctantly, I said,
Speaker 1: I mean, yeah, sure, Why wouldn't I be scared? Right now?
Speaker 1: I might get killed. I'm not ready to stop living, man. Look,
Speaker 1: I'll do what I gotta do, but I'm hoping we
Speaker 1: don't have to. You know that this all ends with
Speaker 1: a peaceful resolution. Falling Sky crossed his arms and said nothing.
Speaker 1: His expression was neutral, but his silence felt like an accusation.
Speaker 1: I snapped, what it's not weird to be scared of
Speaker 1: a supernatural murderer, is it? I mean, he killed a
Speaker 1: whole frigging city full of people, and they weren't even
Speaker 1: alive to begin with. It's like, you know, like jumping
Speaker 1: into the Saturday comics and killing Snoopy, but not just Snoopy,
Speaker 1: but like all of them, the yellow Bird, Charlie Brown Linus,
Speaker 1: the mean girl with the dark hair, piano kid, even
Speaker 1: the dirty kid what's his name? That the kid that
Speaker 1: was already surrounded by that big cloud of dust. Look,
Speaker 1: I'm I'm just saying, this guy's dangerous. I don't want
Speaker 1: to die. I mean, some of us can't turn into
Speaker 1: a bear, you know what I'm saying. The Skinwalker just
Speaker 1: stood there looking at me speaking. I felt my face
Speaker 1: get red. I slapped my utility belt with both hands
Speaker 1: and sputtered, what do you want from me? Seriously, I
Speaker 1: don't even have a weapon. I got fuck all over here. Man,
Speaker 1: my squirt don't do anything. I doubt it, I thought
Speaker 1: the garlic. Oh look, here's some stupid little beads. What
Speaker 1: am I supposed to do with this shit? This whole
Speaker 1: thing is just it's so fucking stupid, you know. I
Speaker 1: trailed off beneath the weight of his gaze. I knew
Speaker 1: what the skin Walker was thinking, and as much as
Speaker 1: it pained me to admit the truth to myself, he
Speaker 1: wasn't wrong. I murmured. It was a stupid idea. I
Speaker 1: don't know what I was thinking. What are we even
Speaker 1: doing here? Man, I'm not a detective. I'm not a
Speaker 1: ghostbuster either, not even a good caretaking assistant. Crying out loud,
Speaker 1: I'm just a lazy dirtbag who doesn't friggin think before
Speaker 1: he acts. I shook the beads of falling sky and sputtered. Man,
Speaker 1: I want to help this girl, I really do. I mean,
Speaker 1: I saw her death. I felt it. That fucking guy
Speaker 1: needs to burn, or like maybe he should be boiled alive.
Speaker 1: I don't know, something along those lines, something with a
Speaker 1: lot of heat. But none of that matters. It's kind
Speaker 1: of hard to admit to something like this, but I
Speaker 1: my voice suddenly got a hoarse and my eyes started
Speaker 1: welling up with tears. I wiped him away with an
Speaker 1: angry swipe of my sleeve. What sort of man starts
Speaker 1: freaking crying about his shortcomings at a time like this.
Speaker 1: It was ridiculous, But that was the problem, wasn't it.
Speaker 1: I was a ridiculous person at heart. I was a
Speaker 1: goofy manchild, and that's the truth. I needed to stop
Speaker 1: farting around and face my reality. Had on shortcomings at all,
Speaker 1: but it's not easy to click on the light and
Speaker 1: take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror.
Speaker 1: Is it? It hurts to see those flaws. It's humiliating.
Speaker 1: I hitched in the shaky breath and I quavered. I'm
Speaker 1: probably gonna fuck this up, man, That's what I do.
Speaker 1: I fuck things up. And then I just sort of
Speaker 1: slink away with my hands in my pockets. Falling Sky
Speaker 1: raised an eyebrow at this sudden outpour of emotion. He said, yes,
Speaker 1: I see. Well I don't know about any of that,
Speaker 1: but I'll tell you what. I'll take those beads off
Speaker 1: your hands if you don't want them. Those are some
Speaker 1: really nice beads. I rub my temples and groaned, this
Speaker 1: fucking headache. Good god, what do you have a real
Speaker 1: headache and a pretend reality? Anyways? Sure, I'm scared. What
Speaker 1: else do you want me to say? I'm not a
Speaker 1: fear tough guy. I'm not the brightest bulb in the
Speaker 1: pack either. And yeah, man, you're right, I do have
Speaker 1: a dominating mother, actually the world dominating. It's a fucking
Speaker 1: vast understatement. That woman's like an like an angle grinder.
Speaker 1: She'll cut you up from every direction, and then she'll
Speaker 1: wear you the fuck down. It's all true. But I'm here,
Speaker 1: aren't I. I'm here, and I'll fight if there's no
Speaker 1: other choice. I'll fight hard. Most importantly, I'll stand up
Speaker 1: for what I believe is right. Falling Sky stared at
Speaker 1: me for another moment or two, and then he gave
Speaker 1: me a slow nod of approval, his lips curled into
Speaker 1: a grin. He clapped me on the shoulder and said,
Speaker 1: I was just fucking with you, little brother. It's good
Speaker 1: to be afraid. If a man becomes too brave, he'll
Speaker 1: join his ancestors before his time has come. Be afraid,
Speaker 1: Billy Whitebread, stay alive. Falling Sky may have eaten a
Speaker 1: few people out in the desert shore, but he was
Speaker 1: still a good guy at heart. He gave him a
Speaker 1: tired smile and said, thanks man, I needed that. And yeah,
Speaker 1: you can have the beads if you still want them. Honestly,
Speaker 1: don't know what to do with them. Got a fucking clue,
Speaker 1: by the way, you missed your calling. If you weren't
Speaker 1: a witch, you would have been a great therapist. You're
Speaker 1: you're good at staring at people until they spill their
Speaker 1: guts only if I could become an owl, he answered,
Speaker 1: in a serious tone. Owls are very wise. You're the
Speaker 1: great song of the universe, and they understand it. I
Speaker 1: mowed that over for a few seconds, and I said, uh, what, seriously, like,
Speaker 1: what do we even man? I have no idea what
Speaker 1: you're talking about, so you just make shit up as
Speaker 1: you go. He nodded in agreement. I tell outrageous lies.
Speaker 1: That's just for fun. The Great Song is no laughing.
Speaker 1: All worlds ride upon its melody, on all levels of creation.
Speaker 1: I chuckled to myself a bit, and I told him
Speaker 1: that doesn't clear anything up, just creates more questions. To
Speaker 1: be honest, but that's a problem for another day. Let's
Speaker 1: go find that book. Man's our best to fuck up
Speaker 1: his world. Huh. We navigated through the corps laden streets
Speaker 1: of Saint Michael's Church. As we stepped onto the church grounds,
Speaker 1: the bell started to ring. I almost jumped out of
Speaker 1: my skin. It rang thirteen times and then it stopped.
Speaker 1: They murmured, that's pretty ominous. I guess he knows we're here.
Speaker 1: The doors to the front entrance were standing open. We
Speaker 1: shuffled inside. Both of us tends to either fight or
Speaker 1: run if something tried to grab us. A guest book
Speaker 1: near the door, and I took a peek inside. In
Speaker 1: large block letters, someone had scrawled the words turn back
Speaker 1: or die. I crossed every single page. I snorted, too late, FRIENDO,
Speaker 1: and closed it with a muffled thump. I turned and
Speaker 1: saw a falling sky wandering towards the pulpit. He stood
Speaker 1: in front of the podium and pulled his war club
Speaker 1: from its leather holster. He tapped the podium with the
Speaker 1: club and called out, show yourself, book man, We've come
Speaker 1: to send you to the darkest corners of existence. Come
Speaker 1: out and face your end with dignity. The skin walker's
Speaker 1: words bounced off the ceiling and echoed off the walls.
Speaker 1: I held my breath as we waited for a response,
Speaker 1: but the church remained still and quiet. Falling sky whacked
Speaker 1: the podium hard enough to crack the wood and shouted,
Speaker 1: your ancestors are a bunch of wimpy little girls. That's right,
Speaker 1: I said it, now what. An elderly man came bursting
Speaker 1: from a discreet door at the rear of the church.
Speaker 1: He looked like a scarecrow in a long, dark castle.
Speaker 1: He stormed over, glared Falling Sky from beneath the bushy
Speaker 1: white clouds of his eyebrows. What in the name of
Speaker 1: the Almighty do you think you're doing? It's not beating
Speaker 1: on that podium has done nothing to you. Falling Sky
Speaker 1: pointed the business end of the club. The old man snarled,
Speaker 1: are you the book man? Did you kill the girl?
Speaker 1: The old man planted his hands on his hips and sputtered,
Speaker 1: what are you drunk? I can assure you I haven't
Speaker 1: the slightest idea what you're talking about. I waved to
Speaker 1: get Falling Sky's attention. Wearily, I said, that's not him,
Speaker 1: and I recognize this guy. Who are you man? The
Speaker 1: old man gave me an indignant look and shouted, who
Speaker 1: do you think I am, Sir, King of Spain? Complete
Speaker 1: asinine question. My name is Reverend Jonathan Kimball. He's my
Speaker 1: church and that's my podium. Good sir, I thank you
Speaker 1: to stop pounding on it with your damn club, God
Speaker 1: forsaken fool. The skinwalker backed away a few steps from
Speaker 1: the reverend's anger. He warred it off the furious clergyman
Speaker 1: with a raised hand and said, a murderer of children,
Speaker 1: looks beneath your roof, full timer. What's his name? The
Speaker 1: reverend gaped at him in shock. He waved his arms
Speaker 1: in the air and stammered, I have no knowledge of
Speaker 1: such a fiend in my congregation. You must be mistaken.
Speaker 1: Something about the old man's appearance caught my attention. He
Speaker 1: was the cuff of his sleeve a frayed and torn.
Speaker 1: I pointed at it and asked, do you have any
Speaker 1: idea what happened to your sleeve? Reverend? He found that
Speaker 1: His coffin muttered, I don't really know what happened. Truth
Speaker 1: be told, The parson told me he snagged it on
Speaker 1: a book bush somewhere. But I'm not sure if I
Speaker 1: believe him. He's a bit of an odd duck. But
Speaker 1: I am sure he'd proved to be an adequate replacement
Speaker 1: when I retire from my service to the Lord. I
Speaker 1: felt my heart skip a beat in my chest. Slowly,
Speaker 1: I said, wait a minute, the parson like another clergyman
Speaker 1: who helps you run the show. Reverend Kimball made a
Speaker 1: sour face and answered that for a time being, yes,
Speaker 1: he'll be my successor as the head of the church.
Speaker 1: He's girl fond of referring to himself as the shepherd
Speaker 1: Man even started keeping a few sheep in his back garden.
Speaker 1: I find his demeanor rather strange, it's true, but as
Speaker 1: long as his interest in animal husbandry doesn't get in
Speaker 1: the way of his duties of the church, I have
Speaker 1: no cause to complain. I wish him all the best
Speaker 1: in the coming years. In my mind's eye, I saw
Speaker 1: ghostly fingertips crawling. The person cut my neck in a
Speaker 1: pile of dust. It just like that, it all clicked
Speaker 1: into place. Trying my best to keep my voice neutral,
Speaker 1: I asked the reverend, I excuse us for a moment,
Speaker 1: would you. I tugged at falling Sky's arm. He gave
Speaker 1: me a puzzled look, but he allowed me to lead
Speaker 1: him away. I leaned in close and quietly said, keep
Speaker 1: it down. I just had an epiphany just now, man.
Speaker 1: Catherine was trying to tell us it was the person.
Speaker 1: I mean, she's only seven. She probably just got the
Speaker 1: words mixed up. It makes sense now why he's always
Speaker 1: visiting their home. A lot of church going folks would
Speaker 1: be honored if their parsons started showing up for a visit.
Speaker 1: He's probably doing it to get close to Catherine. The
Speaker 1: skin Walker shot a mistrustful glance over at the reverend.
Speaker 1: They grumbled, what is an? It pipped me? And what
Speaker 1: are the old man? It still seems very strange. He
Speaker 1: wasn't around the first time I came here. I lowered
Speaker 1: my voice even more, whispered. Maybe he was dodging us
Speaker 1: on purpose. I don't know. Trying to figure it out,
Speaker 1: Falling Sky abruptly whirled around and yelled, hey, old man,
Speaker 1: why were you hiding from us? Speak the truth, old man,
Speaker 1: or I'll tell the ancestors to hunt you down in
Speaker 1: the spirit world. My jaw dropped in dismay. I nudged
Speaker 1: him with my elbow and softly growled, shut up, idiot,
Speaker 1: do not understand the concept of being subtle. Falling Sky snapped,
Speaker 1: I don't even know what that word means, Billy Whitebread.
Speaker 1: All I know is that it is time for some answers.
Speaker 1: Reverend Kimball was giving us a look of utter confusion.
Speaker 1: He sputtered, I'd never hide from my congregations, sir. I
Speaker 1: was called away by the parson preparing a sermon for
Speaker 1: an upcoming service. He wished to discuss the true meaning
Speaker 1: of Matthew nineteen fourteen. They gave him a blank stare
Speaker 1: in return. My family had never been very big on
Speaker 1: going to church. I didn't know much about the Bible, asked,
Speaker 1: what's Matthew nineteen forty. I'm sorry, but I don't have
Speaker 1: a I don't have a clue what you're talking about. The
Speaker 1: reverend glared at me with contempt. He said, it's a
Speaker 1: quote from Jesus in the Book of Matthew. He said,
Speaker 1: suffer little children, forbid him not to come unto me,
Speaker 1: for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven. Now, I
Speaker 1: believe the meaning is quite obvious, given the context of
Speaker 1: the falling sky bark, be quiet, you tired, some old
Speaker 1: bag of wind. Just tell us his name, Reverend Kimball stammered,
Speaker 1: whom you be, referring to the parson. The Skinwalker and
Speaker 1: I both shouted yes, and the reverend flinched. He held
Speaker 1: up his hand and exclaimed, don't need to raise your
Speaker 1: voice in me. His name is William Finley. God. The
Speaker 1: reverend was interrupted by a sharp, metallic object that suddenly
Speaker 1: burst through his neck. A tall, dark figure materialized behind him,
Speaker 1: seemingly out of thin air. I grabbed the elderly man
Speaker 1: by the shoulder and tore the knife out of his neck,
Speaker 1: mostly decapitating him in the process. His head flopped sideways
Speaker 1: and a spray of blood, and then rolled on a
Speaker 1: few shreds of meat to hang in front of his chest.
Speaker 1: I gasped, Holy fuck, and stumbled back. My heart slammed
Speaker 1: in my chest like he was trying to escape. Beside me,
Speaker 1: falling sky transformed into a mountain lion. He bared his
Speaker 1: teeth and snarled the fur on his back. Standing on end,
Speaker 1: The Bookman lifted the reverend's body with one hand and
Speaker 1: he threw it aside like a rag doll. It hurled
Speaker 1: through the air and slammed into a wall with a
Speaker 1: heavy thud. He drew back his hood, revealing a nightmare
Speaker 1: of gray skin and sunken, blazing eyes. He revealed his
Speaker 1: rotting teeth in a horrible grin. The horrible apparition croaked.
Speaker 1: Vengeance belongs to my lord. If he did not see
Speaker 1: fit to punish me, and he is already done, why
Speaker 1: are you trying to challenge the authority of the Lord.
Speaker 1: I tried to speak, but my tongue was glued to
Speaker 1: the roof of my mouth. The Bookman was practically radiating
Speaker 1: a shadowy and sinister force. I could feel it prickling
Speaker 1: at my skin. He wasn't just a malevolent spirit, he
Speaker 1: was something much, much worse. Falling Sky crouched down low
Speaker 1: and hissed, be gone, demon, You have no business in
Speaker 1: the spirit world. Leave this place and return to the void.
Speaker 1: The Bookman looked darkly, amused. I am no demon. No,
Speaker 1: I am only a humble clergyman in the service of
Speaker 1: his Lord. You should have stayed clear of this business,
Speaker 1: you damnable fools. I gave you many warnings, but you
Speaker 1: paid them no heed, I have no choice but to
Speaker 1: release your souls into the spirit realm. I sneered, the
Speaker 1: fuck off. You don't serve any higher power. You're not
Speaker 1: a holy man. You're a frickin psycho, and you're full
Speaker 1: of shit. I tried my best to sound brave, but
Speaker 1: my voice quavered. The Bookman bared his decaying teeth in
Speaker 1: a coy smile. He croned, home, you are gravely mistaken.
Speaker 1: My Lord is terrible to be old. His body is
Speaker 1: that of a serpent, and his eyes glitter from within
Speaker 1: the skull of canine. At the end of creation, it
Speaker 1: will be I who sits at his left hand. It
Speaker 1: will be my reward for my faithful service, and you
Speaker 1: will not interfere with my reward, you wretched little bastard.
Speaker 1: He moved so fast I didn't even see him coming.
Speaker 1: Falling Sky, however, had the reflexes of a cat. He
Speaker 1: pounced just as the Bookman was swinging his knife. The
Speaker 1: tip barely grazed me, drawing a thin line of blood
Speaker 1: across my neck. And then they were rolling across the
Speaker 1: floor in a snarling tangle of limbs. Falling Sky emitted
Speaker 1: a shrill shriek of agony. His cry broke my roalysis,
Speaker 1: and I lurched after them on trembling legs, my water
Speaker 1: pistol in hand. I screeched, eat it, bitch, and I
Speaker 1: sprayed him in the face with liquid silver nitrate. It
Speaker 1: got in his eyes and he let out a guttural roar.
Speaker 1: The Bookman sprang to his feet and heaved falling Sky
Speaker 1: with one hand, tossing him like a sack of potatoes.
Speaker 1: He skidded into the prayer desk, sending it tumbling in
Speaker 1: a cascade of papers. I ran to a side and scream,
Speaker 1: get up, man, come on, We gotta run, falling, said,
Speaker 1: I muled faintly in response, and then his eyes rolled
Speaker 1: into the back of his head. The Bookman had slashed
Speaker 1: him deeply across his furry underbelly. Blood was rolling across
Speaker 1: the floor in a puddle. I dragged him into my lap.
Speaker 1: As the Bookman advanced on us, I was dimly aware
Speaker 1: that I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
Speaker 1: Not a shame to admit that I pissed myself a
Speaker 1: bit too. It's a little squirt, I mean, perhaps, but
Speaker 1: it definitely happened in my mind's eye. The floor became
Speaker 1: ice as we transformed into hot lava. We melted out
Speaker 1: of sight just as the Bookman was reaching from my throat,
Speaker 1: and he plummeted through an undefined space of nothing and nowhere.
Speaker 1: I could hear a sound like white static in the background,
Speaker 1: and I became aware of a brilliant thread of light
Speaker 1: in the distance. It appeared to stretch forever in both directions.
Speaker 1: He was breathtaking, you know, somehow also terrifying. A thin
Speaker 1: piping voice of King Murcus popped into my head and
Speaker 1: it asked, can you see the threat? And then we
Speaker 1: were both sprawling out on the floor in the skin
Speaker 1: Walker's habitat, as if we'd fallen from a great height.
Speaker 1: His blood immediately began to gush into the sand, and
Speaker 1: I sat up and shouted, Kaz, he's heard really bad.
Speaker 1: Helped me. The speaker crackled overhead. There was a long pause,
Speaker 1: and then Kaz replied, you're placing me in a difficult position.
Speaker 1: We cannot both enter the habitat at the same time. Hi, shriek.
Speaker 1: Come on, fuck the rules man. We gotta bring him
Speaker 1: to Miss Dahlia right now where he's gotta get in here.
Speaker 1: Help me, God damn it. I started dragging falling sky
Speaker 1: across the sand, and I heard a hiss as the
Speaker 1: pneumatic door locked slid back. Kas gently pushed me aside,
Speaker 1: and he scooped the unconscious beast into his arms. His
Speaker 1: expression was grave. He rumbled, Victor did not employ us
Speaker 1: to play detective. If the Skinwalker dies, we will join
Speaker 1: him soon after. Pray that he lives. Kaz whirled and
Speaker 1: ran through the door. I was hot on his heels,
Speaker 1: tears streaming down my face, falling to eye. Was no
Speaker 1: longer just another exhibit at the zoo. He was my friend.
Speaker 1: Vic would surely fly into a rage when he heard
Speaker 1: about my shenanigans, but that was unimportant at the moment.
Speaker 1: All that mattered was my good friend, Falling Sky, the
Speaker 1: man eating shaman with a heart of gold. I didn't
Speaker 1: care what happened to me later, as long as the
Speaker 1: skin Walker was allowed to stay among the living. Miss
Speaker 1: Dahlia was sleepy eyed and irritable and a frumpy nightgown.
Speaker 1: She flung open the door to the reception area and
Speaker 1: started to curse at me, but her expression changed when
Speaker 1: she saw the bleeding Mountain Lion in Kasimir's arms. I'm sorry,
Speaker 1: I sobbed. He's dying. Can you fix him? Please help us?
Speaker 1: She plucked Falling Sky out of Kasimir's arms and hurried
Speaker 1: over to the waterfall. I squirmed around anxiously as she
Speaker 1: drizzled the water over his gaping wound, singing her ethereal
Speaker 1: song behind us. The door stammed open with a bang,
Speaker 1: and a security goon came storming inside. He took wood
Speaker 1: and look at what was happening and growled, the fuck
Speaker 1: is this? Kaz I follow the blood trail from Skinwalker's
Speaker 1: habitat naw, don't say anything, save your breath for Victor.
Speaker 1: I'm detaining you people right now. Put your hands up.
Speaker 1: Kaz suddenly lunged at him, Moving fast and low, he
Speaker 1: shoved the barrel of the security guard's rifle towards the ceiling.
Speaker 1: At the same time, he dove the heel of his
Speaker 1: palm into the goon's lumpy nose. It broke with a
Speaker 1: muffled crack and a gush of blood. Kasimir tore the
Speaker 1: rifle out of his hands and slammed it into his chest,
Speaker 1: driving him back through the doorway. He quickly slammed the
Speaker 1: door shut and locked it with a turn of the
Speaker 1: dead bolt. The big Russian looked at me and calmly said,
Speaker 1: we are in very deep shit. Now. How is the
Speaker 1: skin walker doing? Will he live? Mister Olia gave him
Speaker 1: a gentle nod. He'll be fine, sugar. It'll be a
Speaker 1: few hours before he can move. He was almost gone.
Speaker 1: I can usually save them, but not always. He got
Speaker 1: lucky tonight he nearly died. Kaz let out of deep
Speaker 1: breath and murmured, that's good. Falling sky is a very
Speaker 1: popular attraction. Perhaps he will not die in the morning,
Speaker 1: after all, I sucked in some air through my teeth
Speaker 1: and said, Victor is my only problem right now. I
Speaker 1: still have the bookmand to do with you. See what
Speaker 1: he did to fall on Sky. This guy's not your
Speaker 1: ordinary spirit. He's on another level. I don't think I'm
Speaker 1: safe over here. You better believe I'm not safe over there.
Speaker 1: He almost took my head off with a big ass
Speaker 1: knife Falling Sky. He saved me. That's that's how he
Speaker 1: got hurt. An angry fist pounded on the door. A
Speaker 1: nasiy voice squawked from the other side. Fucked up, Kazimir
Speaker 1: gonna regret that. I'll ask Victor if I can kill
Speaker 1: you myself. You fucking cal me, Kazimir called back. When
Speaker 1: the time comes, we will see and tell them to
Speaker 1: not attempt to come inside. You would be unwise. Miss
Speaker 1: Dallia was looking very very annoyed. She'd have the finger
Speaker 1: at me and demanded, what have you boys gotten up
Speaker 1: to you tonight? So like you were poking around and
Speaker 1: you stirred up Hornet's nest, didn't you, Sugar? I g remaced. Yeah,
Speaker 1: pretty much, Long story short. We were trying to solve
Speaker 1: Catherine's murder. Now her murderer wants to kill us too.
Speaker 1: He's this really evil, fucked up like shadow spirit or something,
Speaker 1: you know, like just really bad news all around this guy.
Speaker 1: He was a creepy serial killer when he was alive,
Speaker 1: and now he's something a lot worse. She nodded thoughtfully,
Speaker 1: frowning to herself a little. When the security agent began
Speaker 1: pounding on the door again, she said, well, I suppose
Speaker 1: you too should stay away from the spirit world for
Speaker 1: a while. I pressed my lips together in an unhappy
Speaker 1: line and shook my head. I don't think we're safe anywhere,
Speaker 1: miss Dahlia. He's not an ordinary spirit. He can get us,
Speaker 1: and he will get us. We won't be able to
Speaker 1: fight him. Falling Sky quietly wheezed. I's son to die
Speaker 1: and always remained in my prison. The spirit world is
Speaker 1: my only escape. The water Nymph gave him a sad look.
Speaker 1: Scratched behind his ear. She'd have the way a few
Speaker 1: tears with her other hand, and she sighed, I understand completely, sugar.
Speaker 1: We're all prisoners here, you me, all of us, even
Speaker 1: the caretakers are prisoners. They just they can't just quit
Speaker 1: and go find a new job, can they. He has
Speaker 1: us all under his fat, greasy thumb and there's no
Speaker 1: way out. It's not much of a life, but I
Speaker 1: suppose it's better than the alternative. I felt a sudden
Speaker 1: thickness in my throat. Everything was fucked, you know, everything
Speaker 1: was so messed up, every aspect of our lives, and
Speaker 1: it was all because of vic Bonicelli, used car salesman, gangster, hitman,
Speaker 1: zookeeper and calculating so sipat he could greet you like
Speaker 1: an old friend. He could, or he could stab you
Speaker 1: in the eyeball saw the same to viction Bonaicelli. The
Speaker 1: incessant pounding on the door abruptly stopped. Miss Dahlias sniffed,
Speaker 1: like God's that was driving me crazy. Cas said it
Speaker 1: would be better if he was still beating on the door.
Speaker 1: He's probably on his way to call Victor. We don't
Speaker 1: have much time. What is your plan, Billy? I rubbed
Speaker 1: my poor aching head. He was hurting something fierce and squeaked.
Speaker 1: I don't know, man, there's some stupid rule that I
Speaker 1: need to know his name before he faces any justice,
Speaker 1: and I don't have his last name yet. I know
Speaker 1: his face, I know his given names. It's William Findley
Speaker 1: something or other. But it's not enough everyone who knew
Speaker 1: him is long gone. I guess I could. I could
Speaker 1: try to find them in the spirit world, but Dickhead
Speaker 1: will show up and cut my throat the moment I
Speaker 1: step across the barrier. I think I'm kind of fucked
Speaker 1: over here. Kaz thought about it for a moment, staring
Speaker 1: off in the space, and then he said, perhaps you
Speaker 1: should not step across the barrier. Then perhaps you should
Speaker 1: lure him into the space between this world and the
Speaker 1: other one. A violent shiver tore it on my spine,
Speaker 1: and the hairs of my arms stood up. I tried
Speaker 1: to keep the quiver out of my voice. My place
Speaker 1: is fucking intense, man. There aren't any directions, no up
Speaker 1: or down, but somehow there's still like dimensions and space.
Speaker 1: I don't know how to describe it. I saw this huge,
Speaker 1: brilliant light and it seemed like it was so far away,
Speaker 1: but it was also right there, right in front of me.
Speaker 1: I mean, I can't really describe it. It was this
Speaker 1: enormous light that stretched out forever and ever, and that's
Speaker 1: all I can say. It's freaking crazy over there. It
Speaker 1: doesn't make any sense. Miss Dallia gently murmured, that's the threat, Billy,
Speaker 1: All of creation is attached to the threat. Most humans
Speaker 1: wouldn't be able to see it. Y'all are so distracted
Speaker 1: by what's right in front of your eyes and can't
Speaker 1: perceive anything that lies beyond. No wonder the sprites were
Speaker 1: interested in you. That's very than usual. Glumly, I said,
Speaker 1: you heard about that, did you? Yeah? It paide me
Speaker 1: a visit, but it didn't do me any good. I
Speaker 1: was supposed to be under their protection, but that's obviously
Speaker 1: some bulshit. I mean, that bookman, motherfucker almost cut my
Speaker 1: freaking head off. Where's their share of when that happened,
Speaker 1: he was nowhere to be seen. If it weren't for
Speaker 1: falling sky, I would have become a permanent resident of
Speaker 1: the spirit world. Miss Dahlia patted my hand. She asked,
Speaker 1: who Sheriff Blotto? Is he still kicking around? Well, I imagine
Speaker 1: he already knew you weren't going to die. The fake
Speaker 1: can see into the future. I mean they can't see
Speaker 1: the end of days, of course, that's a given. Not
Speaker 1: even the demi gods or the demons can see that far.
Speaker 1: But they can see, so don't write them off just yet.
Speaker 1: I scoffed at her and said, what about him, appointed
Speaker 1: a falling skuy who still curled up in a miserable
Speaker 1: ball on the floor. She gave me a shrug and said,
Speaker 1: skin Walker doesn't have their protection. He doesn't need it.
Speaker 1: He's a tough cookie and he knows what he's doing.
Speaker 1: You not so much. Kaz clapped his hands together and growled,
Speaker 1: enough talk, you need to act. Victor will be here soon.
Speaker 1: I will not stop him from entering the room. I
Speaker 1: have done too much already, I snapped. Fine, I'll go
Speaker 1: back to whatever you want to call it, the place
Speaker 1: here between us and the dead, and then what? Alia
Speaker 1: shrugged at me again. She put a hand on my
Speaker 1: shoulder and said, I don't know, Billy, I've never been there,
Speaker 1: but I do know that the universe abhors an imbalance.
Speaker 1: I think you'll find what you need when you get there.
Speaker 1: Do what you need to do, Sugar. We'll be waiting
Speaker 1: for you. The water and imph hesitated, and then she
Speaker 1: leaned in to plant a very soft kiss in the
Speaker 1: corner of my mouth. My heart lurched in my chest.
Speaker 1: I gawked at her in a mixture of shock and surprise.
Speaker 1: Take that with you, she smiled, and then she stood
Speaker 1: back and waited. They were all looking at me expectantly,
Speaker 1: and I had no idea what the fuck I was
Speaker 1: supposed to do. At the back of my mind, King
Speaker 1: Marcus asked again if I could see the thread. I thought, yes, Sir,
Speaker 1: I can, and I closed my eyes. This time. I
Speaker 1: imagine the floor was lava and it was me who's
Speaker 1: made of ice. I instantly evaporated, my entire being boiling
Speaker 1: apart in a swarm of microscopic fragments. The cloud floated
Speaker 1: into the air and passed through the ceiling overhead. There
Speaker 1: was a feeling of gentle resistance, like I was forcing
Speaker 1: myself through a veil of gauze, and the parts of
Speaker 1: me reassembled in a strange and unknowable realm. I was
Speaker 1: in between here and there, this and that. I was
Speaker 1: in the great nowhere, and and it was time to
Speaker 1: kick the Bookman's murdering ass into the void. Either kids,
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