“Damn it!” Ashtyn slammed her office phone down. She had tried Clare three times now, and
still there was no answer.
“We should probably warn
Kurt.” Bobby was pacing the office, his cellphone in his hand.
“Warn?” Ashtyn was
watching him, her head spinning.
“She killed Megan, and
I’m guessing she was responsible for Steven’s death as well.” Bobby stopped pacing, looking right at
Ashtyn. “She’s going after everyone who
was in Yamada Labs when Grath was fist discovered.”
Ashtyn nodded, and Bobby
hit a few buttons on his phone. She
could hear it ringing.
“You are so afraid.” Tabitha’s voice was confused. “Do you believe I cannot protect you?”
Ashtyn closed her eyes,
doing her best to keep the conversation in her head. She didn’t need to distract Bobby, not
now.
“I don’t doubt that you
can protect me.” Her mind strained to
form the words. “But who is going to
protect Kurt?”
“He can take care of
himself.” Tabitha slowly appeared in the
darkness in front of Ashtyn. She looked
exactly as Ashtyn had remembered her.
She was tall, with flowing, wine red hair and rich, cocoa skin. Her purple, toga style dress was still,
draped over her slender, strong body. “The Scribes have not decided who shall
reside in him yet, but the powers of his deity are already manifesting.”
“There you go mentioning
the Scribes again. Who the hell are
these people?” The words seemed to leave
her mind with less strain. “I would like
to know who is playing the puppeteer with my life!”
“They will not reveal
themselves to me, or to any of us. I
just know they exist, just as I know that they are responsible for our
union.” Tabitha smiled, looking around
the dark space. “They prefer to do their
bidding in secret. Wouldn’t you, if your
task was to create magical deities with the power to inhabit human hosts?”
“I’m not asking them to
take out a billboard, I just want to know why they are so focused on me and my
friends.” Ashtyn could feel her
frustration growing. “Why are they
throwing our lives up in the air? Why
not someone else?”
“You are connected to
them.” Tabitha took a step towards
her. “I know you are going to ask me
how, but I can only tell you that it is something from your past, from before
Juktha’s connection with Bobby. It’s something
that you have all buried in your memories.”
“Great.” Ashtyn sighed. “So… back to Kurt. He has powers? He could defend himself
against Elizabeth if he need to?”
“Well, of course. Elizabeth is just as much a part of the
Scribes mission as all of you are.”
Tabitha placed a hand on Ashtyn’s shoulder.
It was so odd that even
in her mindscape, Ashtyn could feel Tabitha’s touch. Even though her body was still in the office,
it was as if it was in this plane as well.
“Ashtyn!” Bobby’s voice broke through the darkness, and
Ashtyn found herself back at her desk.
“What’s up?” Ashtyn shook her head, trying to pull herself
out of the fog of her mindscape.
“I just got him on the
line. Just be ready.” Bobby’s eyes were wide. He was grinding his teeth so hard that she
could practically hear the sound of his molars rubbing against each other.
Ashtyn nodded.
“Kurt, listen, something
just came up.” Bobby was speaking
quickly, unable to hide the panic from his voice. “It’s about Megan…”
***
Kurt sat behind his desk,
his small cubicle tucked towards the back of the office. He had his phone pressed between his ear and
his shoulder as he motioned towards the person standing in the opening of his
cubicle to wait for one moment.
“What about her?” Kurt glanced at the person waiting for
him.
“Elizabeth… Elizabeth
killed her.” Bobby was speaking quickly,
barely giving Kurt enough time to cut in.
“It was her blood on the wall outside of the office. She sent us…”
“Hold up.” Kurt cut in.
“There is no way Elizabeth killed Megan.”
“What? Why are you saying
that?” Bobby’s voice slowed.
“She’s here, right
now.” Kurt glanced at Megan. She looked almost exactly as he remembered
her from their time in Yamada labs. Her
clothes were more conservative though, and her scarf seemed a little out of
season, and her skin was a little more pale then he…
He froze.
“Kurt, you need to get
away from her.” Bobby’s words seemed to
crawl out of the telephone.
“What is it Kurt?” Megan smiled at him. “Is something wrong?”
Kurt could feel a chill
run down his spine. Megan’s head
twitched, and something seemed to slither underneath her scarf.
“Get here, fast.” Kurt whispered the words, and then hung
up.
“Are your friends telling
stories about me?” Megan cocked her head
to the side. “They should know that
telling stories isn’t very nice.”
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