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Chapter 54

The Dark Future

“When you lost your Aunt Marsha you were without family,” the voice said, “And the only thing of value to you were friends.”

Harriett’s hand dipped into her vest, just to be comforted by the presence of her .45, not that there was a damn thing she could use it for, it was nice to know it was there.

“But, somehow you never made a lot of those,” the mental jabber continued, “So when you made a connection with someone, that was as close to a sacred thing to you as there was.”

“Is this going somewhere?” She said, not in her inside voice, as she turned around the room hoping to catch sight of something she could focus wrath at.

“So you will need to kill 3 of your friends.”

“And you’ll release the world?” she shouted her question.

“You will murder, assassinate those who are the only ones who mean anything to you,” the psychic shout came.

“And you will let the world go back to the way it is supposed to be?” she insisted.

“You will take the lives of those who you value. Each one becoming more painful that the last.”

“What do I get if I do?”

“They will cease to hold sway once more,” was the answer, “For a while. Until someone asks for more than they understand how to use. Until someone desires more than they know its value, and are willing to make the wrong deal to get it.”

“So, if I murder all my friends….”

“But you need to do it in entertaining ways,” the boys voice boomed in her skull.

“What?” exploded, almost silently from her throat.

“What do humans exist for, if not to entertain the Gods?”

“Wait, you, the Dark Ones, you measly cringing Demons, you vile shadows, consider yourselves to be Gods?”

An explosion of pain struck the inside of her cranium like a sledgehammer trying to kill a flea.

“We are Gods to you mortal!”

“Finally,” she smirked in pain, “We speak first hand.”

This slap on the cerebrum was gigantic by comparison with the first.

It knocked her to the floor.

This was not just a knife to the brain, it was a twisting of the blade. It was vengeance in small part. She knew she wasn’t to be killed, just hurt as much as she might be able to stand it.

“We are done,” the Dark Ones told her.

Blissful oblivion replaced the pain.

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