Industrial Magic
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I looked back at the Fates. Thank you.
The woman nodded. Youre welcome. Just remember the cardinal rule of leaving the afterlife. She morphed into the child, who grinned. Dont look back.
I smiled, turned, and headed for the portal. Eve walked beside me. Neither of us said anything until we reached it. Then I turned to her.
Thank you, I said. For everything.
Hey, youre raising my kid. I owe you everything. Tell SavannahNo, I wont waste our last minute with that. You know what to tell her. And I wont tell you to take good care of her, because I know you will. So Ill settle for telling you to take care of yourself. You grew up good, Paige. Maybe more good than Id like, but Im still proud of you. She leaned over, kissed my forehead, and whispered, Have a good life, Paige. You deserve it.
I
She took my shoulders, turned me around, and pushed me into the portal.
Bad Guy Dead?
I CAME TO IN THE ALLEY. WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, I SAW only darkness. I blinked and the world took focus as my eyes adjusted. It took a moment for my numbed brain to understand why it was dark out, to make that most obvious deductive leap. Night. It was nighttime. How long had we? The thought slid from my brain. Too much effort. I tried lifting my head, but that also seemed like too much work. Everything was soheavy. The very air had a weight that went beyond the dampness of a wet Miami night.
I yawned and closed my eyes. As I drifted toward sleep, my brain replayed snatches from the last eight hours and I shot upright, remembering everything.
Lucas? I scrambled to my feet. Lucas!
Pitching forward into the darkness, I stumbled over something and fell to my knees. My hands felt for the object that had tripped me, praying that it was Lucas. I touched the cold rough surface of broken concrete. Staying on all fours, I felt around wildly. When I over-reached, pain shot through my abdomen, the first twinge Id felt since jumping through the portal. The sudden shock of the pain made me stop long enough to think. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and cast a light spell. After casting, I kept my eyes closed, telling myself that when I did look Id see Lucas, but still afraidI opened my eyes. He wasnt there.
Lucas!
I flew to my feet, waving the light-ball about. He had to be here. They promised, they promised, they
My light illuminated an outstretched hand near the end of the alley. Lucas lay on his back, arms out, face to the sky, eyes closed. Hes sleeping, I told myself. Sleeping like I was. Then I saw the blood on his shirt front.
As I shot forward, an image raced through my mind, a scene from some half-remembered movie where a man had been granted a wish and, before he could use it, his wife died. So he made the obvious wish. He wanted her alive again. But hehadnt been specific, hadnt said hed wanted her as shed been before the accident, and the last scene had been of her mutilated body lurching toward the front door.
You werent specific! I shouted to myself, my mental voice reverberating through my head. I said I wanted Lucas to be sent back to this world with me and the Fates had done exactly that. Theyd brought him back as hed been when he left itshot through the heart.
People always say that after someone dies, the first thing they think of is everything they regret not having told them. My own regrets were enough to bury me alive, but they never crossed my mind, not in the ghost world, when Id refused to believe he was dead, and not now, when I was certain he was. Instead, the only thought going through my head at that moment was that his death was my fault. Id had the chance to save him, to deal with Fate, and Id been my usual impetuous self, demanding something before thinking it through.
As I kneeled beside Lucas, his eyelids flickered. My breath caught. For a long moment, I didnt breathe, certain that somehow my dropping to the pavement had caused a vibration that made his eyelids move. Fingers trembling, I touched the side of his neck.
Mmmm, he murmured.
My hands went to his shirt and I fumbled with the buttons, then gave up and ripped the sodden fabric. Beneath the bloodied hole, Lucass chest was unmarked. Unable to believe it, I touched the spot where the bullet should have gone through, and felt his heart beating as strong as ever. I dropped my head onto his chest, and all the fear and anxiety Id repressed in the ghost world bubbled forth in a chest-wrenching sob.
When I gasped for breath, a distant sound made me stop and listen. It came again, a soft rhythmic scraping against the concrete. A pale shape floated into the darkness a few yards away. I tensed and waved my light-ball higher, until it cast a dim glow down the length of the alley. A ghostly-white wolf stood at the other end, head tilted as if as surprised to see me as I was to see it. Our eyes met. The wolf dove back into the darkness.
Did you just see? Lucas croaked, lifting his head and squinting into the darkness.
I think so.
Then are weback? Or still on the other side?
I have no idea. Im just glad youre okay. I gave him a fierce hug, then pulled back fast. Did that hurt? You are okay, arent you?
He smiled. Im fine. Just a little stifflike someone hit me in the chest with a bullet.
You remember?
I remember a lot of things, he said, then gave a confused frown. Including things I really ought not to remember, considering I was unconscious at the time. It was verystrange. I was His lips curved in a slow smile. Oh.
The woman nodded. Youre welcome. Just remember the cardinal rule of leaving the afterlife. She morphed into the child, who grinned. Dont look back.
I smiled, turned, and headed for the portal. Eve walked beside me. Neither of us said anything until we reached it. Then I turned to her.
Thank you, I said. For everything.
Hey, youre raising my kid. I owe you everything. Tell SavannahNo, I wont waste our last minute with that. You know what to tell her. And I wont tell you to take good care of her, because I know you will. So Ill settle for telling you to take care of yourself. You grew up good, Paige. Maybe more good than Id like, but Im still proud of you. She leaned over, kissed my forehead, and whispered, Have a good life, Paige. You deserve it.
I
She took my shoulders, turned me around, and pushed me into the portal.
Bad Guy Dead?
I CAME TO IN THE ALLEY. WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, I SAW only darkness. I blinked and the world took focus as my eyes adjusted. It took a moment for my numbed brain to understand why it was dark out, to make that most obvious deductive leap. Night. It was nighttime. How long had we? The thought slid from my brain. Too much effort. I tried lifting my head, but that also seemed like too much work. Everything was soheavy. The very air had a weight that went beyond the dampness of a wet Miami night.
I yawned and closed my eyes. As I drifted toward sleep, my brain replayed snatches from the last eight hours and I shot upright, remembering everything.
Lucas? I scrambled to my feet. Lucas!
Pitching forward into the darkness, I stumbled over something and fell to my knees. My hands felt for the object that had tripped me, praying that it was Lucas. I touched the cold rough surface of broken concrete. Staying on all fours, I felt around wildly. When I over-reached, pain shot through my abdomen, the first twinge Id felt since jumping through the portal. The sudden shock of the pain made me stop long enough to think. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and cast a light spell. After casting, I kept my eyes closed, telling myself that when I did look Id see Lucas, but still afraidI opened my eyes. He wasnt there.
Lucas!
I flew to my feet, waving the light-ball about. He had to be here. They promised, they promised, they
My light illuminated an outstretched hand near the end of the alley. Lucas lay on his back, arms out, face to the sky, eyes closed. Hes sleeping, I told myself. Sleeping like I was. Then I saw the blood on his shirt front.
As I shot forward, an image raced through my mind, a scene from some half-remembered movie where a man had been granted a wish and, before he could use it, his wife died. So he made the obvious wish. He wanted her alive again. But hehadnt been specific, hadnt said hed wanted her as shed been before the accident, and the last scene had been of her mutilated body lurching toward the front door.
You werent specific! I shouted to myself, my mental voice reverberating through my head. I said I wanted Lucas to be sent back to this world with me and the Fates had done exactly that. Theyd brought him back as hed been when he left itshot through the heart.
People always say that after someone dies, the first thing they think of is everything they regret not having told them. My own regrets were enough to bury me alive, but they never crossed my mind, not in the ghost world, when Id refused to believe he was dead, and not now, when I was certain he was. Instead, the only thought going through my head at that moment was that his death was my fault. Id had the chance to save him, to deal with Fate, and Id been my usual impetuous self, demanding something before thinking it through.
As I kneeled beside Lucas, his eyelids flickered. My breath caught. For a long moment, I didnt breathe, certain that somehow my dropping to the pavement had caused a vibration that made his eyelids move. Fingers trembling, I touched the side of his neck.
Mmmm, he murmured.
My hands went to his shirt and I fumbled with the buttons, then gave up and ripped the sodden fabric. Beneath the bloodied hole, Lucass chest was unmarked. Unable to believe it, I touched the spot where the bullet should have gone through, and felt his heart beating as strong as ever. I dropped my head onto his chest, and all the fear and anxiety Id repressed in the ghost world bubbled forth in a chest-wrenching sob.
When I gasped for breath, a distant sound made me stop and listen. It came again, a soft rhythmic scraping against the concrete. A pale shape floated into the darkness a few yards away. I tensed and waved my light-ball higher, until it cast a dim glow down the length of the alley. A ghostly-white wolf stood at the other end, head tilted as if as surprised to see me as I was to see it. Our eyes met. The wolf dove back into the darkness.
Did you just see? Lucas croaked, lifting his head and squinting into the darkness.
I think so.
Then are weback? Or still on the other side?
I have no idea. Im just glad youre okay. I gave him a fierce hug, then pulled back fast. Did that hurt? You are okay, arent you?
He smiled. Im fine. Just a little stifflike someone hit me in the chest with a bullet.
You remember?
I remember a lot of things, he said, then gave a confused frown. Including things I really ought not to remember, considering I was unconscious at the time. It was verystrange. I was His lips curved in a slow smile. Oh.
