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Douglas
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Thoreau’s eyes widen across the table. You've never seen him look shocked before. You've never really seen him look anything.

“Release me,” he says.

“You release me,” you say, although that's just to fill time; there's only one way you can ever be free of Thoreau, and you're going to have to make that happen yourself. He pulls back, reaching inside his jacket for the thing that will take away your mind again. Which shows you that Thoreau really does not get it. He thinks the word has worn off, somehow; that you no longer feel compelled to obey him.

You go after him but find yourself gripped from behind by Plath, of all people. Plath is thin and wiry, not the kind of person who can hold you for long, but you hadn’t expected to be held at all, and it gives Thoreau time to clasp something in his jacket.

“Sit down and stop moving,” he says.

“No.” Disbelief spreads across his face. Plath’s arms are already slackening, anticipating your compliance. But Thoreau’s hand is coming out, and you don’t want to face what he has, so you throw your head backward. There is a satisfying connection. You step forward, swipe a glass from the table, and toss the water over Thoreau’s shoes.

Thoreau makes a frightened, high-pitched sound. This is very beautiful in your ears, but the point is Thoreau is not making other sounds, sounds that command people to kill you, so in the moment he is occupied with the horror of his softening leather, you break the glass against the edge of the table and slice it across his throat.

He tries to speak. Little red bubbles pop along his lips. You take the bareword from his fingers as gently as can be. He drops to his knees, and you should be turning to face Plath and Masters and whoever else is back there, but instead you just stand and watch him die.
05-24-2017, 07:02 PM
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You jog toward the burger place. You think there must be soldiers about, but can’t see them. The choppers have retreated; you don’t know why. You circle around the block but see no one so you come at it from the front. Elise is there. A few bodies lie on the ground. There is a black-suited soldier but his helmet is off and he's standing with his feet loosely apart, not holding a weapon, looking around the town like he's vacationing here.

You keep the rifle ready and begin to cross the street. Elise turns to you. She has something in her hand. Her expression is strange.

“Hey,”
you say. “El, it’s me.”
05-24-2017, 07:17 PM
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He comes toward you and for a moment you don’t know who it is. You've just killed a bunch of people and compromised Masters and your head is full of bees.

But you recognize his expression. It's like the last time you were surrounded by death and he came for you. He's going to save you again, you see. Of course he is. He's going to forgive you for everything, again.

“Oh, Danny,” you say. “It’s so good to see you.”

He smiles. You thought you would never see that again, his smile, and it kills you, because you know it can’t last. None of this can last.

“I love you,” you say, “but I’m sorry, I need you to do something.”

“Sure.” He slings the rifle and comes toward you, his hands reaching for yours. “Name it.”

“Kikkfhk ktaffkx kfhixu tzzkcu.” you say. “Shoot me.”

THE END
05-24-2017, 07:29 PM
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