Then nothingness.Ī huge image of the hand appeared, turning in the darkness. Then, one day it all went away, except for a flash here and there, nothing I could make sense of, except that the crimson metal hand that replaced my real one would flash by now and again.
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Time fighting in the yard, finding out how to poke out eyes with my stump, how to hit the solar plexus right on. Time in the Gaol for theft, time in a government home for not having parents, time with doctors getting my dead hand cut off. It hurt, and slowed the younger version of me down enough that I finally got nicked. Felt it, too, in the hand I didn't have anymore. And over the next months, I watched the infection spread and kill the hand slowly. Sit tight five minutes, then saunter casual-like somewhere to buy food.īut I could see that this time, I'd cut my left hand good and long on the wall as I rolled through it. I'd already skinned the money from the wallet and dropped it in a furnace by the time the constable's feet pounded by the window and out to the alley. Before the constable could make his way over the wall, I'd sped across the lot behind, kicked open a wooden door that lead out into an alley, and slid through a small window at the base of the building. I dodged and weaved my way across the street, then dove through a tiny hole at the base of a wall. I saw myself threading my way through dense traffic, a constable in close pursuit. Living on the streets of a dingy city, I would snatch purses and wallets for money. And darkness enveloped me, again.Īnother period of nothingness passed, until finally more images began to appear. Awe, terror, desperation, safety, pain, comfort, thirst each came back as I lived through the appropriate scene.įinally, my life came again to the small information booth on the quiet street corner, and again I stepped inside. Cobo Landing, the Blind Lady, being taken in by the Sig Nomad, my trek across the primordial desert all of these happened again, and I felt each sensation associated with each experience. Then came my abduction by and escape from the nightmare creature, which led to my strange arrival on the deck of Sachiko's ship, the Void Dog. The dream of the angel, committing a kidnapping for Jubjub, and the meeting with Vard flashed past. I felt a jarring sense of being in two places at once, as I felt like I was both in the scene and watching it from somewhere behind my head.įrom my divided perspective I watched my life of the past few weeks run again, from the moment before Tub'la and his men made their entrance to the room at Grin's. The colors in the design began to shift and strobe, faster and faster, making my eyes water, until they finally resolved into a picture of Jack and I, sitting in a private room in Grindlebone's bar. What appeared was the design that I had seen on Tub'la's book and tattooed on the angel, made of what appeared to be a multicolored diamond of a size that dwarfed me.
I floated awhile before an image began appearing, the kind of afterimage that is imprinted on your eyes after staring at a bright light, but quickly became realistic and lifelike. Well, finding Mayfair was turning out to be as weird as the rest of the crap that had been going on lately. In fact, the entire booth had vanished, and I was floating in black nothingness. It also seemed like the seat of the booth had vanished, along with the floor. After a moment, I reached to open the door again, thinking the booth had malfunctioned, but the door didn't seem to be there anymore. When the door of the booth closed, I found myself in pitch darkness.
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