Randy began to stir on the bed. He groaned, rolling to his side, then slowly
sat up. I watched him, unable to do
anything, to help him.
The Unknown Sender watched me.
He groaned again, and then looked up at me. “Luke? Luke, where am I?”
I tried to answer, but found that my jaw was being forced
closed.
“How are you…” Randy’s eyes went wide. He turned his head,
finally seeing the other person in the room.
“Hello, Randy.” The Unknown Sender turned, looking at
him.
I wanted to scream, to jump in and grab Randy. I wanted to get him out of there, away from
that psycho, and the Digital Void and the whole fucking mess I had
created.
I wanted to, but I couldn’t.
I was helpless, trapped and forced to watch. I was useless.
Randy looked back at me, his face now drained of color. He opened his mouth to speak, then
froze. His eyes scrunched up in
pain.
I glanced from him, then to the Unknown Sender. That bastard
winked at me. I looked back at Randy, who appeared just as frozen as I was.
Randy’s chest exploded, his bones and organs ripping apart,
spraying the room, splattering the lantern, casting opaque red shadows over
everything. His body jerked once, the
giant hole in his torso expelling the remains of whatever hadn’t already been
forcefully ejected, and then he went limp, collapsing onto the mattress, the
impact of his body sending up a small splash of blood.
My jaw unlocked, and I screamed.
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