"THINNER THAN LOVE"
Kent Harrison had burnt his eggs. Again. He wondered how his wife had always managed to pull it off. The perfect consistency, the perfect yellow. He had heard that scrambled was the easiest way to make them. Yet another breakfast ruined.
He shuffled across the kitchen in his slippers, making his way to the coffee pot. At least he couldn’t screw that up too bad. Coffee and cigarettes - The All American breakfast. Maggie would be so pissed to know he had taken up the habit again. They had quit together seven years ago, right before Kevin. The nicotine helped him through the day now, each puff a calming reminder of a life long ago.
He considered the work he had to get done today. Finish the website for Holdren, e-mail about twenty different members of management, see if he could debug the house mainframe from home. He really didn’t want to go in to the office today. It had been too long since his last visit, but he couldn’t afford it. Too much to lose.
Just as he was about to read the paper, a knock on the door came. It could only be one thing. Kent was both terrified and relived. He gathered his nerves, placed the paper back on the kitchen table, and tied his robe tighter. The knock turned into a pounding just as he reached it.
He opened the door to see a stern looking younger man on his steps. He had on a navy blue uniform, complete with helmut and padded vest. The officer had two sawed off shotguns slung over each shoulder.
“Disposal Department.”
“Yes, good morning. Would you like some coffee?”
“No thank you, sir. Have you any items that need terminated today?”
“No sir, I’m good,” he said, telling the truth.
The officer looked over his paperwork. “You are Kent Hannibal Harrison?”
“Yes sir.”
“I need to inquire about your family, sir.”
“My wife was obtained about three weeks ago,” Kent said through clenched teeth.
His wife’s disposal had been hard on him. Hopefully, bringing up the subject would keep the officer’s suspicion down. If he seemed still in mourning, perhaps the officer wouldn’t notice the strain he was under during the inevitable next series of questions.
“My apologies, Mr. Harrison. I see that now. Have you received your benefits yet?”
“Yes, but I’m still working.”
“At... Orbit Industries as a computer technician?”
“Yes sir.”
“Excellent sir. Now I need to see your son, Kevin, age six.”
“He’s been staying with his grandmother ever since his mother was removed.”
The officer cocked an eyebrow at Kent Harrison.
“I have all the documents pertaining to his transfer.”
“I’ll need to see those, sir.”
“Of course, one moment.”
Kent left the door ajar as he walked calmly to his home office. The papers were easily obtainable on the top of his filing cabinet. On his way back to the front door, he prayed for silence from the basement.
“Here they are officer.”
The officer examined them, glancing twice at the signatures on both pages. Such things had to be kept in order, and this was a fairly unique situation. Before he had a chance to ask, Kent spoke up.
“I took my wife’s removal hard. It was... better for Kevin not to be around me for a little while.”
“I understand, sir,” the officer said, nodding his head. “This has been a trying time for everyone. I apologize for the difficult questions.”
“It’s quite all right. You’re just doing your job.”
“Yes sir. Please let us know when your son returns home.”
“Of course.”
Kent let the door shut with a sigh. As he watched the officer step across his lawn to the next house, he began to tremble. He had fooled them for another week. Eventually, someone would check all the paper work, and put it together. Failure to comply with the Disposal Department carried a very heavy penalty. But, thought Kent, to go along with them was heavier.
After watching them proceed a few more houses down the street, Kent slipped into the hallway. He unlocked the door to the basement, and flipped on the lights. The steps creaked under his weight as he carefully made his way down. He stopped halfway down to look around. Nothing had been disturbed. The locks still held.
He rounded the bottom step and glanced at his work table. It held an assortment of tools, most that hadn’t been touched in months. He couldn’t bring himself to continue working on the dinning room lamp. He had sworn to finish it after Maggie died, but after what had happened with Kevin, it didn’t seem important. Kevin. The cage sat in the far corner underneath a broken light bulb. Kent couldn’t get close enough to fix it.
Kent sat down on the stool about four feet from the cage, his brown eyes welling up with tears. The eyes that peered back at him were shallow and yellow. Kevin dragged himself over to the edge and began rubbing his face against the bars, moaning. His jagged teeth were flaked with dried blood, he had long ago chewed off his own tongue. Long, dirty finger nails ran down the bars, scraping the enamel. His son made a series of biting motions in quick succession.
The infection had been dormant in Kevin for almost a week after his mother had succumbed. When it flared up, it came fast. Kent hadn’t even known that his son had been bitten or scratched. Most people had slow moving signs, allowing others to pick up on the changes. Kevin’s had seemingly transformed over night. After losing Maggie, he couldn’t part with his son. He had gone out and bought a strong dog cage made for pit bulls and the like.
He had read all the information, seen all the reports. He knew his son was dead, a zombie, but things made him think that his little boy was still in there somewhere. He had calmed down immensely when he had brought Kevin his favorite X-Men doll. Granted, most of the features had been gnawed away, but Kevin knew that it was his little Wolverine action figure.
Kent lingered for about ten minutes before the remains of his son. He would have to feed him later on in the day. He had found out the best amount and the right times. If he was fed once a day, in the middle of the afternoon, he would stay quiet most of the time. Too much or too little raw meat, and he became excited. Bashing at the cage, howling. Kent knew how to take care of his son, his little man. And he would until they found him out, and took both son and father away.
“Do you want some yummy chicken today, Kev? What does a chicken say?”
Blank stares from the cage filled with silence.
“I love you, Kevin.”
"HOUSE ON OCTOBER HILL ROAD"
The station wagon bumped along the dirt road, it’s headlights illuminating the mini van before it. Along the sides, the windows showed nothing but trees. They stood at crooked attention, like sentries before the gate that led further up the hill. The final rays of sunlight were being obliterated by the twilight and an orange glow was cast over the west. Very little of this beautiful sky could be seen from the passengers in the vehicles and even if they could, they would have not appreciated it. They had other things on their mind.
“Pass me another fucking beer, man”
“Shut up, Scotty. You’ve already had three. Wait until we get to the house,” said Erin.
Jackie slouched in the seat beside her boyfriend Tom. She wasn’t happy. This all been Brian’s idea and she was rarely pleased with anything that came out of Brian’s mouth. They had all traveled up from Franklin University to Twinvalle to a house party at Erin’s. While they were sitting around, getting drunk and stoned, everyone had started trading Halloween stories. It was that time of the year and it seemed appropriate. Everything was going fine until Erin brought up the tales about the house on the edge of town. Immediately, the small party had decided it was a good idea to move the festivities to that location.
Jackie folded her fingers around Tom’s hand, but she looked over at her twin sister beside her instead. She knew Katie’s thoughts mirrored her own. The two of them had grown up in the same town as Erin, so they knew the tales just as well as their friend. October Hill and the house that sat upon it was somewhat legendary in the community. Every school kid knew the stories that swirled around the mansion that had been erected at the end of the road. Whispers of murder, satanic practices, animal sacrifices, and other such horrors were deeply associated with the house.
But no, Brian had to see the house. It was his grand plan to move the party up to the house. Anyone who opposed his idea had been greeted with taunts of “Pussy” and other such demeaning things. Finally, everyone had agreed to check it out with him. When Katie had mentioned that the gates to the house were locked to keep trespassers such as themselves out, Brian had just smiled. It would seem he had bolt cutters in his car for some bizarre reason.
The two cars coasted to a stop at the bottom of the hill, before the old gates. Jackie watched as Brian leaped out of the driver’s side door and made his way to the trunk. He fished around in the back until he held up the bolt cutters triumphantly, waiving them around for everyone to see.
“Erin, let’s just go back to your house,” said Jackie, trying to keep the warble out of her voice.
“No way!” said Scotty. “I’ve been hearing about this place for the last two years I’ve been dating Erin. I wanna check it out.”
“Jackie, everything will be fine. Stop worrying,” said Erin from behind the wheel.
Jackie looked to her boyfriend for help, but he was starring at the gate eagerly. Tom would be no help. She had told him the stories, too, and he had always expressed an interest in seeing the place. She squeezed his hand, hoping to get his attention.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, not taking his eyes off the gate. “Everything will be okay.”
She turned her head to look at her sister. Katie had her eyes closed.
They progressed up the hill without incident after Brian had jumped back in his mini van. The trees masked their ascent and the house remained hidden behind the autumn foliage. Evening had slid into night during the journey, and stars began to twinkle in the East. A three quarters full moon gleamed in the sky, giving off just enough light. The dirt road veered left, then right, then straight. A clearing appeared to the passengers and the house grew visible in the dwindling night light.
The house on October Hill Road. Jackie had never seen it before, but it matched all of her expectations. Standing at three stories, it rose slightly above the tree line and from what she could tell, was a dark brown. The windows had all been boarded up and the large front porch was made of crumbling cement. It hunched there like a gigantic crouching spider, raingutters broken off and hanging like legs ready to pounce.
The mini van came to a halt right in front of the porch and Erin pulled her station wagon in right behind it. Brian cut the lights in his vehicle, so Erin did the same and the house and it’s surrounding were cast into the dark. For a moment, no one in either of the vehicles moved - they just stared at the house.
Then Brian sprung out of the mini van.
“This is totally badass! Come on, we’ve gotta get inside!”
As the occupants of the van piled out, Jackie went rigid. Inside?
“I am not going in there, Tom. Stay here with me,” she pleaded.
“C’mon baby! It will just be a minute,” he said climbing out of the station wagon.
She exchanged glances with her sister. Katie sighed, shrugged and got out of the car. Jackie swore to herself and followed. Brian and his girlfriend Crystal were already on the porch. He called to his friend Doug to hurry up with the flashlight while he fumbled with the door. Soon all of them were on the porch with him.
“Get that light over here. I think...”
The door swung open with the slightest push.
“Excellent! I thought we were gonna have to break in,” he said.
“Tom...” Jackie started, but he had moved away from her up to the door with Brian.
“Gimme a flashlight,” said Tom.
One by one, they filed into the house, beams of light swooping through the foyer. The light caught doors to the right and the left standing open, a large staircase before them, and a number of small pieces of household furniture in various states of disrepair. A chandelier sat on the ground right in the middle of all of it.
“Okay, enough. We’ve seen the inside of the house, so let’s go,” said Katie.
“Fuck that,” said Doug aiming his light towards the doorway on the right. “Who’s coming with me?”
Eric and his girlfriend Courtney went with Doug through the doorway and disappeared into the house. Brian kept his flashlight trained on the steps. Tom had his light spreading over the remains of their entrance.
“Okay, we’ve only got three flashlight. Tom, you and the twins go left. The rest of you, we’re hitting upstairs.”
“Brian, we shouldn’t be doing this! What if the floor is rotting out or something? You guys could get really hurt, or...”
“Jackie, stop whining. Everything will be fine, Jesus,” swore Brian.
Brian, Crystal, Erin and Scotty climbed the steps, their light disappearing as the rounded the bend to the upper floor.
“Tom, I want to go outside now!” said Jackie.
“Listen, if you and Katie want to go back to the cars, fine. I’m going in here,” he said gruffly.
“I’d rather be with Tom inside than alone outside,” said Katie wearily.
“Fine,” said Jackie scowling.
They moved through the doorway slowly, Jackie tightly gripping her sister’s hand. Tom was shinning the light around the room. It appeared to be a dinning room. A long wooden table was in the middle of the room and chairs were placed all around it. Two china cupboards were against the far wall, sitting empty. Another door was between them. They maneuvered around the table and headed into a kitchen. It was relatively bare, most of the appliances gone. A refrigerator door lay on the dusty floor, it’s bulk up against the farther wall. The light showed years of mold had turned gray and flaky. Yet another door sat partially closed before them.
“Haven’t we gone far enough?” asked Katie.
Tom ignored her and opened the door. Jackie gave another squeeze to her sister’s hand and followed her boyfriend. They were in some kind of bedroom. A broken mattress sat in the corner on an old frame and dresser was in the middle of the far wall. It’s drawers had all been pulled out and scattered about the room. A mirror above was broken, it’s pieces reflecting the light back onto them.
“This must be the butler, or maid’s room,” said Tom.
“Look, there’s a book on top of the dresser,” said Katie.
Tom moved forward and retrieved it. He started flipping through it, his eyes wide.
“It’s a diary. It says... what the hell?” Tom jumped back and put his hand to his head.
“What’s wrong?” asked Jackie fearfully.
Tom brought his hand into the beam of the flashlight. His fingers and palm glistened red. A quiet noise from the floor drew his light. A small puddle of blood was forming on the floor. Another drip came from the ceiling. Now the light was shone upwards. The ceiling was saturated with a wet crimson.
Jackie and Katie screamed in unison and just as their voices died another scream followed it from somewhere in the house.
“Let’s go!” shrieked Jackie.
Just as they turned into the kitchen, the door to the dinning room slammed shut. All three screamed and raced to the door. Tom began banging on it with his fists, then with the flashlight.
“Don’t! You might break the flashlight!” screamed Katie.
Another scream came out of the darkness from somewhere in the house.
“Here, help me pick up this fridge door!” yelled Tom.
The girls scrambled to the fallen door and helped him heave it up.
“We’re gonna use it as a battering ram, okay! Ready, one, two, THREE!”
The refrigerator door burst through the thin wood, and the three fell into the dinning room.
“Come on!” screamed Jackie.
They raced around the table and burst out into the foyer. The front door, the one they had left open, was now closed.
The girls huddled together by the doorway as Tom frantically bang on the door.
“Get it open!” screeched Jackie.
“I... I can’t! It’s locked or something!”
“Tom?” came a voice from the steps.
Tom spun around and shined his light on the stair case. Brian came stumbling down them, holding his back. He was covered in blood.
“What the fuck happened, dude! What’s going on?” screamed Tom.
“Upstairs... it’s... I saw it. What I saw...” mumbled Brian as he moved closer to Tom.
Jackie saw it at the last minute, but she had no time to scream.
“... was magnificent.,” finished Brian, pulling out the knife that was concealed behind his back. He plunged the blade into Tom’s stomach and twisted. Tom’s eyes went wide for a moment and a small gasp came from his lips. The twins screamed, frozen in fear, as Tom fell to the ground.
Brian bent over and pulled out the knife with one hand, the other retrieving the flashlight. He turned to the girls, using the light to illuminate himself and the blade.
“Look what I found!” he exclaimed holding out the knife before tossing the flashlight at them.
It fell to the ground inches away from Katie’s foot, it’s light still shinning.
“Pick it up,” said Brian calmly.
The girls stood there, shaking.
“Pick it up!” roared Brian.
Jackie grabbed for it, and turned it onto Brian’s grinning face.
“Run,” he said with a smile.
Jackie and Katie took off screaming through the door way on the right.
It was a hallway. Multiple doors lay on both sides, and the twins frantically tried all the knobs. They were all locked. Sobbing, they made their way from door to door down the hall.
“I’m counting to ten and then I’m coming!” called out Brian in a sing-song voice.
The girls fled down the hall and burst into a library. Jackie cast the light around, looking for somewhere to hide. It’s beam found Courtney bent over her boyfriend Eric.
“Courtney, we have to run! Brian’s gone crazy and...” and her voice died in her throat.
Their friend was indeed bent over the body of her boyfriend. Eric had been torn open from the throat down to his groin. His open abdomen lay there spread out around Courtney. They watched as she dipped her hand into his carcass and withdrew a handful of blood. She was painting smiley faces on the wall with it.
“Courtney!”
Courtney turned around at the sound of her name and smiled at them, but did not see them. Her eyes had been gouged out.
Before the twins could scream once again, the number “six” was called out by Brian in the foyer.
Jackie was almost fainting from terror, but still she swung around the flashlight, looking for anything to hide them. On the far side of the room, another stair case led to the upper floor.
Jackie pulled her sister along to that side of the room, but Katie bulked at the foot of the steps.
“We can’t go up there! What if...”
“We have to hide! He’s coming!” screamed Jackie at her sister, tugging on her hand.
The number “ten” rang out from the foyer.
The twins ran as fast as the could up the steps, Katie loosing her footing once and almost falling back down. Jackie gripped onto her sister and led her up.
There on the hallway floor sat Erin and Scotty. They were giggling.
Katie let out a low moan as Jackie pointed the flashlight at them. The couple were tearing pieces of flesh off of each over and eating it. They watched as Erin leaned in and bit a huge chunk out of Scotty’s arm, blood spitting out all over his shirt. Scotty reached over and tore Erin’s ear away from her head. Erin looked up at the twins. Half of her face had been pulled off, revealing her her jaw bone. Erin laughed at them as red liquid spilled out of her mouth and down the front of her.
“Up!” screamed Jackie pulling Katie onto the steps and towards the third floor.
The stairs creaked under their combined weight, and they topped the flight at a stumble. Two doors sat on opposing sides, both open and inviting. Jackie shone the light into the left one, saw no one, and ran in, dragging Katie behind her. The tattered remains of the room gave it away as a child’s bedroom. A dresser sat right beside the door.
“Hurry!” cried Jackie as she slammed the door.
Katie had already started pushing the dresser over, and once the door was secure, Jackie joined her. They had just slid the dresser squarely in front of the door when a bang erupted on the outside of it. The twins screamed and leaped back.
As laughter came drifting through the wooden door, Jackie collapsed on the ruined bed and began weeping. Tom was dead, her friends had all gone insane, and she was trapped in the third floor of this house with her sister. What the hell was going on? How were they going to get out of here? Oh god, Tom! What were they going to do? No one even knew they were up here and...
Giggling.
Jackie looked up just in time to see Katie swinging the table leg. It connected with her head, sending her sprawling back on the bed. Through the haze of pain and the blood pouring down her face, she looked up to twin sister holding the piece of broken furniture, smiling.
“I can hear it now, Jackie. It’s the house. The house is so hungry, Jackie! The house needs to be fed.”
“Katie, please!”
“Oh god, it’s so hungry,” said Katie between giggles, raising the table leg again.
Jackie kicked her leg out, catching Katie right in the stomach. Her sister fell backwards, the weapon still in hand. Jackie jumped forward, grappling with Katie, screaming her name, trying to reason with her. They fell to the floor, rolling about the ground, one twin screaming, the other laughing. Jackie rolled Katie over and felt something sharp pierce into her side. She let out a cry as her sister stopped laughing.
Jackie scrambled away from Katie, her eyes attached to the broken half of table leg that been still connected to the table itself. Jackie had rolled her sister over onto it, impaling her through the lower stomach. Katie clawed at it like an animal, but her own weight on the face of the table kept it immobilized. Jackie leaned back against the bed, sobbing as her sister’s actions slowed then finally stopped.
She lay there holding onto her side, the blood from her head streaming down and mixing with tears. She had to hang on, she had to keep her eyes open. Things started to go fuzzy and then she heard the voices. The voices from the house. They were calling to her, telling her about hunger, telling her about blood. The whispers caressed her, soothed her, ran their words across her trembling body. The house knew of grief, of pain, of terror. It slipped up through her blood that was slowly staining the floor and into her. Yes, it knew of these things and hungered for them. Jackie fed the house with her blood, with her fear, with her herself.
Her last thoughts before she closed her eyes was of her own laughter...
"REMEMBER"
I’m not really writing this. This record is being trapped in a pocket dimension of vibrating color the size of my hand. I’m merely thinking into a rainbow the size of the Atlantic Ocean condensed into my palm. It’s using wet mathematics to etch dark matter into the hues, layers upon layers. Trust me, It’s much more simple this way. Not that anyone will ever read this anyhow. I’m really doing this for myself. To remember, to relive those last few moments, to see if I really had a choice. Mostly I’m doing it because I’m bored.
Things had been going so well in my life at the time. I had just sold my first novel and Jessica was going to move in. We had only been dating for a few short months, but we both knew this was for real. I didn’t think I was going to be able to find anyone again after Amy, but Jess walked into the coffee shop one day and that was it. She had been the muse I needed to finish the book and get it out there, not for myself anymore, but for her. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted the kind of decent money where I could take care of her. Like I said, everything was finally going right. My life was actually close to perfect.
We were out with friends celebrating. A rare weekend where Dan and Jake didn’t have to work. I had been friends with these two since high school and we had stayed close well into our late twenties. They had been roommates for a short time until Jake and his longtime girlfriend Melissa had gotten pregnant. So much for the bachelor pad. She was out with us that night as Designated Driver and Dan had brought along his recent score, some flighty little blond named Lyndsay. The five of us were pouring drinks back at our favorite bar and trying not to talk too much about work. As per usual, music overcame our discussion.
“Man, I’m telling you. The Bravery have made a far superior new wave album compared to The Killers.”
“No way,” replied Dan. “The Killers rule. It actually sounds like it’s from that genre.”
“I can’t really stand either. Give me that new Coheed & Cambria CD. Now that’s good!” said Jake.
“Ewww,” squealed Melissa. “Is that the band that sounds like Rush?”
“Yeah,” we all replied.
“I don’t like them at all.”
“Better than the new fucking Dream Theater,” I said trying to get the waitress’s attention.
This continued on for some time. We consumed various forms of alcohol in vast quantities and engaged in ritual chain smoking, despite our promise to ourselves not to do so around Melissa. She laughed good naturally about all of it, especially now that Jake was banished to the back porch for his nicotine habit at home. Multiple toasts in honor of numerous things were given that evening, and by the end, five of us could barely walk. Jessica and I played the game of ‘who was supporting who’ out the door of the bar into the street. Jake was rubbing Melissa’s tummy and babbling incoherently. All in all, a successful night.
And then it happened.
The pain exploded inside my head, my eyes seeing only white. I can’t, even now, describe what it was like. Not truly. Perhaps if you were to imagine nuclear fusion going terribly out of control. Hiroshima times a thousand. Yes, you could begin to fathom what I had felt like at that moment. I have no doubt I screamed. I know I fell to the pavement out side the bar. For the split second that I opened my eyes, I saw Jessica leaning over me, cradling me. I saw the look of horror on her face.
I don’t know how long I was out. It couldn’t have been for that long, but enough time had passed for my friends to drag me up against the wall of the bar. It had also been long enough for other things to occur. Namely, the night sky cracking open and the heavens starting to rain down.
I opened my eyes again. The pain had lessen some, but now there was this... humming. That’s the only way I can explain it. I turned my eyes to the sky, up to where Jessica was staring and saw millions of lighting bolts streak across the sky. Except once they crackled through the blackness, they stayed there, slowly illuminating more and more. Tiny particles of gold light showered down on us, neither hurting us or effecting us in any way really. I know now what this was. I think I really knew then, but my mind was still trying to wrap itself around it.
“It’s okay, baby,” Jessica said to me. “Dan and Lyndsay wen to get the car. We’ll get you home.”
I never saw my best friend again.
“Jessi, something...” I tried to get out.
“Shush, honey. Everything will be fine.”
I could hear her voice trembling. She was terrified. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her, tell her it would be all right. Tell her I would take care of her even though the world was ending. And it was, wasn’t it? I knew that somehow. At least the world that I knew. The world that I had grown up in. It was over. It was over as surely as a creatures made of light began to fly out of the cracks in the sky. Angels. Angels were flying through the skies of Earth.
Through the pain in my skull, through the humming in my body, I could hear the sounds of the world around me. People screaming, crying, shouting, laughing. People praying in the streets. I had never been a religious man, and even in the face of this, I still wasn’t. I knew something else. I knew something important. I was desperately trying to think through the attack on my body and mind.
That, of course, is when the Angel glided down to us.
He, or it I should say, was made of solid golden light. Energy of the sun condensed into form. He wasn’t blinding as I thought he would be, in fact his brilliance was very subtle. You could make out the shape of the human-like facial features he had taken, and the massive wings behind him gleamed with feathers of the imagination. The same stray lighting crackled off of him. He landed just feet away from us, gracefully.
“Hello, Sire,” said the angel in my head, the pain almost totally ceasing.
“I know you,” I said back, struggling to get up.
“Of course you do. You are HE.”
With the final word from the Angel, I was sent back sprawling. I tried to get up again, but Jessica had me in a death grip. I looked up into her face and saw tears streaming down. I hugged on to her, and whispered ‘I love you’ in her ear. I pried her fingers from my arms and stood up to face the Divine.
I stood there, not an arms length away from an actual Angel. I felt not fear or elation, but a quiet sadness for some reason. I knew, somehow, that something was over, something significant. The world, my life, the universe - perhaps all of it. And yet I was not frightened. If anything, I was slightly angry with this creature.
“You say I know you, and I feel like I do, but I can’t remember,” I said to the Angel.
“No, you acted differently this time. You chose not to remember anything.”
“I don’t understand! This time?”
“You have come down many times before, but you always chose to remember. This time you did not. You wanted to know the truth about humanity before the restructuring.”
“The restructuring?” I asked.
“The remaking of the world.”
“Why the hell would you want to do that!” I screamed.
“Not us, my Lord, You. You wanted to remodel the world in a new fashion.”
I stood there dumbfounded. Was this creature telling me what I thought it was?
“If I can remember enough, could I stop this madness?”
“To remember, you must shed this flesh and return to the Divine Essence.”
“Will that save the world? Will that save my friends?”
I heard Jessica screaming behind me. I still don’t know if she was able to hear the Angel, but I know she heard me. I know she heard me offering a sacrifice for them. I know that she loved me, and would have rather the world crumbled down around us than lose me. And I knew that that was exactly why I had to do this.
“The touch of the Divine consumes all flesh,” said the Angel reaching out his hand.
I turned and looked back at Jake and Melissa. I was doing this for them and their baby. For their future together. I was doing this for Dan, so he could keep trying to make it with as many chicks possible. I looked at Jessica. Dear god, I loved her. I told her so one last time as I touched the Angel’s hand...
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stopped the restructuring as soon as I returned. I gathered my armada of Angels and made them clean up the Earth’s heavens. I removed the memories of the Event from the minds of the planet’s population. Everything is better without the mortals knowing. Too much knowledge is a bad thing, I’ve learned that. I can say that I’ve learned a lot. And I can say that I still miss Jessica.