Walker

Calm Before 20-05 (Heretical Edge 2)

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A/N – The non-canon for this story was posted over the weekend and is able to be read by everyone right here

“Answer her,” Avalon was already pressing, her gaze intent as she stared that way. “Why were you looking for Hajer? And why in an old hotel that was taken over by a gang of Alters?” 

“To answer your questions in reverse order,” Manakel’s ghost informed us, “Hajer moves around quite a lot. Hence her title. I had it on quite good authority that she was there most recently at that time. Why she went to that place, I could not possibly say, only that she was at one point. Unfortunately… for me at the time, she was gone by the time I arrived. Which, as you have already learned, was not something I enjoyed learning.” He paused, giving a slight sigh before pushing on. “As to the first part, I wished to employ her services in removing the protections from Miss Sinclaire here.” His eyes moved to Avalon, who was still staring intently right back at him. “It was a long shot that she would agree to such a thing, but then, we were trying a lot of long shots at the time. And she has been surprising before in what she has agreed to.” 

Squinting, Valley slowly asked, “She’s the ancient human who was bonded to one of those Primals, right? The… whatever they were who created the weapons the King of Canada uses.” 

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Your people would have called her a caveman. Or cavewoman. Bit offensive, but not incorrect. She was born in a time when the majority of your people did live in caves, when most of the Alters who would eventually come to call this planet home had not yet arrived. And those who had were… genuinely more threats than allies. In the early days, there were large portions of this planet which were ruled by incredibly dangerous creatures. Among those ancient inhabitants were very, very few of the beings you call Primals. Their own species was already doomed despite their vast power, and you might say a couple of those who were left… retired here. They stowed large armories of their advanced weaponry, such as what Oberon found.”

“Um, why were they doomed?” I found myself asking uncertainly. “I mean, as a species. What happened to them?” Was it weird that I was asking questions of the guy who had spent so long trying to murder my girlfriend and destroy my entire life, as though he was just another teacher? And did the fact that Avalon was right here with me, also asking him questions, make that whole situation better or worse? I wasn’t sure, but it was definitely a thing. 

“We don’t precisely know, to be honest,” was Manakel’s somewhat disappointing response. “Well, there are theories based on information we do have. I can tell you the one I subscribe to, which is that the beings we know as the Primals performed a spell that was so… dangerous and consuming, it destroyed their ability to procreate. And it did so to such an extent that even cloning would not help, because this spell they created and triggered worked by draining the life force from any iterations of their species who were not alive at the moment it was triggered.” 

I absorbed that for a moment before my eyes widened. “Wait, you mean they effectively destroyed their own ability to continue their species because they made a spell that killed any members of that species who weren’t there at the time? So they could never make any more, and the ones who died just… never got replenished?” 

“That seems like a very bad plan,” Persephone put in, gently rubbing one of Cerberus’s heads. “I don’t know what sort of goal they could have had for that.” 

“What she said,” Avalon noted dryly. She was still watching the man with obvious suspicion despite her curiosity. “What the hell were they trying to do? Are you sure they did it to themselves? That sounds an awful lot like something someone else would have done to them.” 

Mankel’s head bobbed slightly to acknowledge the point. “Yes, well, as I said, we know very little about them for certain. For the most part, they came from a time long before even my people. Certainly before we were an intergalactic civilization. We’re forced to piece things together from old records and stories. But we do know that, within the few records we have found and translated, the Primals repeatedly referred to their situation as something they had done to themselves. They blamed no outsiders, no invading enemy or force. Whatever happened, they were the source of it.” 

“So they couldn’t have any kids or create any clones, or do anything that would carry on their species,” I murmured. “And apparently this spell or whatever it was couldn’t be stopped. They were stuck with just whichever of them happened to be alive when the spell was cast, and once they died, that was it.” The idea made me shudder. What would it be like to live as a people as advanced as these Primals had been (if the weapons Oberon had found were any indication) and then become completely helpless to prevent your entire species from just dying out? 

“A few ‘retired’ to this planet, and this Wandering Woman, or Freyja, or Hajer… whatever she calls herself, she came across one of them way back in the primitive days.” Avalon frowned a bit. “If they lived so long ago that even your people didn’t know anything about them, they must live for a long time for any to have survived long enough for a primitive human to meet them.” 

The man gave a slight nod once more. “Yes, they were incredibly advanced in many ways, to the point of becoming nearly entirely immortal, in some cases. And yet, still, once one died for any particular reason, they were gone forever and the species was one step closer to complete extinction. And even they could only prolong their lives, or protect themselves from outside threats, for so long. Or perhaps some simply… chose to die, after so much of their species was wiped away with no chance to return to their former glory. They could have given up.” 

He was silent for a moment after that, clearly considering how it would feel, before visibly swallowing. Then he went on. “Hajer met one and was bonded to them. Perhaps it was an intentional way for that particular Primal to feel as though they were passing something of themselves on. Whatever the reasoning, she is quite possibly the most powerful being on this planet.” 

“She has the ability to undo things,” I remembered. “Mom said if she focuses on something or someone, she can undo the effect of anything. If you burn a house down, she can wave a hand and put it back to the way it was before the fire. Even if that means bringing everyone who was killed in the fire back to life. But like, she can even undo learning. She can make you forget things, or even erase skills out of your head by removing the fact that you ever learned them.” 

“All of which is correct.” After saying that, Manakel paused, glancing away as though losing himself in thought for a moment before shaking it off as he turned back to us. “As I said, my goal was to find her and convince her that it would be in the best interest of this world for me to succeed in my mission.” His gaze focused on Avalon as he flatly finished with, “My mission, of course, to kill you. Again, for however little it is worth, you have my apologies. Yet I did, absolutely and without question, believe what I was saying at the time. I believed that killing you, eliminating any possibility of Liesje’s spell from ever being put into the world, would maintain the peace here. Because if my people found out that spell was active, I believed they would come here in force.” 

“Yeah, they still might try that,” I muttered under my breath. “But I guess you didn’t find her.” 

“No, I did not. So I returned to other plans.” He looked to Avalon once more. “Plans which failed.” 

“Yeah, we’re all glad about that, believe me,” I noted. “But anyway, to get back to the whole reason I brought that up in the first place, you said you could help me learn to undo that… ‘severscatter’ spell that you used on Grover’s friend so we can bring her back?” 

“As I also said, it will take some time for you to learn enough to do so,” the man reminded me. “But yes, I believe it can be done. Once you have learned how, you will have to go to the spot where it occurred. And you will need to know as much about the girl as possible. That, you will need this… Grover’s aid with. But assuming all goes well enough, you should be able to, ahem, bring her back.” 

My phone buzzed at that point, so I glanced down at it before replying, “Well, I’ll definitely be coming to you for lessons soon. But in the meantime, it sounds like the others are starting to wake up.

“And I really need to get back there in time for my grandparents to meet Theodore.” 

******

Of course, Manakel had no idea what I meant by ‘Theodore,’ and I wasn’t yet to the point where I felt like explaining it. So Avalon and I left him there with Persephone and Cerberus. They had a lot to talk about, and I was pretty sure most of it was pretty private stuff. Still, I made sure Percy knew she could call for us any time she wanted, and that she absolutely did not have to do anything Manakel told her to. And I told Andromeda she should listen in and make sure nothing untoward happened. Even if he was being… well, nice now, I wasn’t going to take any chances. Having a secretly-still-evil Manakel manipulating Persephone into something bad wasn’t quite the worst situation I could think of, but it wasn’t good either. 

Either way, right now wasn’t the time to think about all that. Now was the time to focus on Grandmaria and Popser, who were standing in the kitchen alongside Dad, Mom, and me. And Loudpound, who was wolfing down a very large stack of pancakes at the table. Or rather, pancake and egg sandwiches. She took two pancakes at a time, shoved several spoonfuls of scrambled eggs between them, then ate the result like a sandwich. While sometimes dipping it in syrup. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to try it like that, but she sure enjoyed it. 

“Uurph, I gotta tell ya, Grandma Chambers, you make some fine flapjacks,” she announced after devouring another of her concoctions. “I mean, I never actually had real ones before, just what I’ve got from borrowed memories, or how they taste inside. But if I had to have anything as my first outside meal, I’m glad it was this.” She took another huge bite then, with a murmur of pleasure, then gulped down half a glass of milk. 

Staring at the greenish-brown, taller Denny in wonder (for more than one reason, I was sure), Grandmaria finally found her voice. “Oh, well, if you think those little things are good, you should try my cookies sometime.” 

Pointing with her latest pancake and egg sandwich clutched in one hand, Loudpound declared, “I’ll hold you to that! Err–what?” She looked to the side as though listening to someone else before muttering under her breath, then turned back. “I mean, thanks. You know, for that and all this food. It’s all ahh, it’s all good.” 

Grandmaria paused before smiling. “Well, I’m just glad you’ve all been enjoying it. Or… is that just you? I’m afraid I’m not quite certain how that works with your… ahh, situation.” 

Taking another gulp of milk to finish off the glass, Loudpound shrugged. “I’m not really the explaining things type, unless you’re talking about explaining just how much it hurts to have my fist in your face. Then I’m more of what you might call an interactive teacher.” She offered a toothy grin that showed off her fangs. Then there was another pause as she listened, before shrugging. “Yeah, well, you do it.” 

With that, her body shrank down half a foot, back to the original Denny’s height. Her skin shifted away from the brownish-green and became a bright fuchsia, while her clothes were a mint and black mix. She even had a matching cape. Her eyes were yellow with no whites to them, and she had short and spiky white hair. 

“Hi!” the new arrival chirped. “I’m Tailor! Letters was gonna come out and talk, but she’s busy right now. I wanted to say I really liked the pancakes too! I probably wouldn’t have put them together with the eggs like that, but it was a new experience. I think new experiences are good! Err, most of the time. Okay, okay, maybe there’s a lot of bad new experiences, but this one was just weird, and weird isn’t bad! I like experiencing things.” 

She looked to my grandmother then. “We can taste what the person on the outside eats, but it’s like… one step removed? It’s not quite like having someone describe something to you, but it’s not exactly the same as experiencing it yourself either. It’s like, uhhhhh… you know when you eat something and then a couple seconds later you can still remember what it tastes like really well? It’s sorta like that.” She thought about her own explanation for a second, then gave a firm nod. “Basically.” 

“Well,” Popser started, “it’s certainly a delight to meet you, Tailor. I hope we didn’t annoy your… sister? I hope we didn’t annoy her too much with all our questions.” 

“Psshh, nah, she’s okay.” Tailor waved that off. “Like she said, she just doesn’t like to explain things. Or listen to things being explained. She gets bored pretty quick.” Her head tilted to look up toward the corner of the ceiling. “What? You do. I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” Looking back to my grandparents, she added, “Anyway, we decided we don’t really like the term sister or brother, because… well, some of us are more connected than others. Letters was reading stuff online earlier when she was out, and she thinks those should be called syslings. Like system siblings. That’s what we are, a System, basically. We didn’t start out the same way they do, but… I mean, it’s close enough. Anyway, we’re the Carnival System. Some of us are syslings, some of us aren’t. Mostly we’re what you call Aspects, or maybe headmates.That’s another word Letters found. Individually, we’re Aspects. When you’re talking about what we are to each other, it’s Headmates. Loudpound and Bijou are syslings because they’re really close, even though they’re pretty different. But just go with headmates for all of us as a whole.”  

Dad, who had been standing in the back corner of the room next to Mom as they watched all this, spoke up. “I had an interview with someone like that awhile back. We were trying to find out what they knew, but the one we needed to talk to was, ahh… gone. I think they said he ‘walked out.’ I ended up talking to their–what did he call himself? Archeologist, that was it. He called himself the System Archeologist. He had this mental museum of all of the pieces of memory the other parts of them left lying around. Ended up being pretty helpful. And ahh, educating.” 

We all talked a little bit more about that, before Grandmaria promised to make cookies soon, and said she would invite any of the Carnival System out to help. Then she and Popser decided they were ready to go in and see Theodore. Apparently the System had already figured out that he couldn’t manifest outside. He wasn’t exactly the same as them. They were all pieces of Denny, at least partially, so they could take over and control the body. But he was more of a separate entity inside her memories, and apparently that wasn’t enough for him to take over. Though, to be honest, I wasn’t sure he even wanted to. He was pretty nervous about interacting with anyone in there, let alone taking over the body in the ‘outside world.’ 

In any case, Tailor swapped with Walker, who grunted her own greetings before waving for us to step together. So, Mom, my grandparents, and I all moved closer. The four of us were going in. Apparently it wasn’t easy for Denny to support too many people inside herself at the same time, and we didn’t want to push things any further than that. 

We arrived in the carnival itself, and my grandparents looked around in wonder. Grandpartie went on a bit about how amazing it would be if they could make a virtual reality video game look this good, while a few of the Aspects cautiously watched from various game booths and rides. They weren’t approaching. 

Then a voice spoke up cautiously from nearby. “I… hello.” It was Theodore, of course. He tentatively stepped out from behind one of the booths, looking nervous. He had dressed up in a cute little black suit with a blue bowtie and matching boots. 

Turning that way, Popser was the first to react. “Aha!” he crowed, making Theodore jump a little. “There’s my grandson!” With a grin, he stepped that way, then paused before lowering himself to one knee. Even then, he still towered over the small boy. “I like your tie. That’s not a clip-on.” 

“No, sir,” Theodore confirmed. “Bang-bang helped me tie it.” 

“Well, he did a bang-up job.” Giving a laugh at his own joke, Popser added, “And it sounds like he’s a good friend. You can call me Popser, or Grandpartie, just like the others.” He offered his hand. “You like Theodore or Theo?” 

After a very brief pause, the boy accepted the shake, his own hand vanishing into our grandfathers’ much bigger one. “I think I usually prefer Theodore, but… Theo sounds okay coming from you, uh, sir.” 

“Theo it is, then,” Popser agreed before waving a hand. “Maria, come meet our grandson.” 

Soon, the three of them were talking animatedly. Well, our grandparents were doing most of the talking. Theodore stayed pretty quiet and just watched. But his eyes were certainly animated, as he stared at them and alternately nodded or shook his head while they asked questions. 

Stepping next to my mother as that went on, I quietly murmured, “I’m pretty sure this is good for all of them.” 

Her head gave a short nod, eyes remaining centered on Theodore while shining with half-shed tears. “Yes. It’s good for them, and for us. And I think it’s good for Denny and the rest of the Carnival as well.” Saying that, she smiled even more at the sight of Popser rising while picking Theodore off the ground so he could hold him up as high as possible, making the boy give a reflexive laugh. Her voice became so quiet, I could barely hear her next words.  

“It’s just plain… good.” 

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-12 (Heretical Edge 2)

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Okay. Okay, okay, okay. No, no, not okay. What the fuck?! Staring at the ghost figure in front of us, I heard a sound not unlike the emergency alert tone on the television go through my head. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already shoved myself in front of the others and snapped my hand up. With a grunt of effort, I forced every bit of power I could summon toward the dead man so I could trap him in place and stop him from doing anything. But could I even manage that? I hadn’t been able to stop Kushiel before because she was empowered by Tartarus. What made me think I could do it now? And yet, what choice did I have? I had to try. 

Sure enough, I felt the same problem I had with Kushiel. My Necromancy couldn’t catch a hold of him. It kept glancing off. I was going to have to try something else. I was going to have to call someone else for help, call everyone for help. Tabbris, call– 

“Please, please,” Manakel abruptly put in, “it’s all right. Please, calm yourse–” In mid-sentence, it was his turn to be interrupted, as a sudden fireball exploded right in the middle of him. It disrupted the ghost’s form briefly, obscuring him from sight. 

Flak, who had apparently taken over from Jordan, held her hand out with another fireball forming at the tips of her fingers. “He’s a bad guy, right?! Can we go?! Can we get out of here?!” 

“Ahem.” Manakel’s ghost appeared a few feet to the side from where the fire had been. “Please, before you burn down the entire hillside and that town over there, may I speak?” 

In the back of my head, Tabbris was telling me to hang on, and that she was getting people to help. I focused on the ghost, shifting over a few steps to keep myself in front of the others. I could feel Marina lift her weapon protectively in front of Dakota as well. Still, I kept my focus on the man in question. If he could be called a man now. “So,” I managed, “you came back too?”  It really shouldn’t have surprised me. Hell, apparently this was the time for people to come back in one form or another.

Manakel hovered there, his eyes watching me. But strangely, I didn’t feel any of the hatred and utter contempt that I had felt from him before. Or even from Kushiel’s ghost more recently. Instead, I felt something more like… shame? I felt disgust, but not at me. It was… what? 

The man spoke finally, his voice quiet. “As I was saying, I owe you an apology, Ms. Chambers. I owe a great many apologies. Far too many to ever truly manage, no matter how long my… extra existence may last.” 

I was absorbing all of that, still confused beyond belief. “Are you trying to say you don’t want to kill me?” I finally managed. Even as I said that, I was still keeping a wary eye on the man while holding my staff up. A single word would activate one of the ghost-fire spells I already had prepared on it, but I held off for the moment. 

There was a brief pause before the ghost gave a slow bow of his head. His voice was soft. “Ms. Chambers, I can safely say that killing you, or any of those who might believe I hold some vendetta against them, is the furthest thing from my mind. This may be difficult, or impossible, to believe, but I am quite truly not the man you knew me to be.”

Looking over my shoulder briefly to exchange a quick look with Marina and the others, I then turned back to him. “What exactly are you saying? You died and now all of a sudden you’re not a giant piece of shit anymore?” 

Clearing his throat audibly, the man grimaced before nodding. “I suppose that is one way to put it. You are correct that in my old state of mind, I would have quite loathed you for your actions. And yet, that hatred would not have been limited to you or to any who had actually wronged me. Before my death, I was… not the sort of man I ever wanted to be.”

Before he could say anything more about that, or before we could respond, a portal opened up nearby. Several figures came rushing out. The first was Sariel, with Tabbris right behind her. They were accompanied by Athena, Mercury, and my mother. And, just behind them, Puriel came as well. 

The new arrivals spread out, and I found myself gently pressed back by my mother as she put herself in front of me. Which was funny, considering the way I had done the same to the others before.

“Manakel,” Sariel immediately started, “if you wish to enact some vendetta against the one who killed you, then look to me, not her.”

“No one is going to be the subject of a vendetta.“ That was Puriel. The man focused his gaze firmly on Manakel’s ghost. “You came back.”

With a soft, somewhat beleaguered sigh, Manakel confirmed, “Yes, apparently I have. And as I was just saying, I’ve not come to enact any revenge plot. Or any other plot. I’ve come to apologize. To a great many people, actually. But I am glad to see that several of those have already come to me.” 

None of us were going to let our guards down, obviously. But we stood there and cautiously listened while he explained. Apparently, the man had actually partially reformed shortly after his death. The connection with Tartarus had brought him back, as it had Kushiel and the others. But for some reason, that same connection had been at least partially severed. It was like he was being pulled in two directions at once, connected both to Tartarus and to something else. He couldn’t understand what that other thing was for a while, but it gave him a sense of clarity that he had not had for a long time. It made him think about the person he had become over the years. 

At one point in his past, before the Olympus had come to earth, Manakel had been a good man. That much we had heard already from others. He took care of Sariel, Apollo, and Chayyiel not only as the ship’s doctor, but as a source of advice. And he had been a close friend to Puriel, who had actually countered some of Kushiel’s influence. 

So yeah, he had, at one point, been far different from the man we had come to know. But over the centuries, he had found himself becoming more and more corrupted by that same connection to Tartarus. In his new ghost form, with that strange connection to something else, he was able to think more clearly and fully grasp the type of man he had become. Faced with the guilt of the things he had done, he let his ghost form drift in a state of near-nonexistence. He expected to be taken by the void anytime, and had even wished for that.

Mercury’s voice was quiet as he asked, “But what happened then? Pretty obvious you didn’t disappear into the Void.” Even while he was saying that, my item sense picked up something. On the man’s shirt was a button. Well, there were a lot of buttons. But this was a particular button that wasn’t a button. Instead, it was a camera. A camera that was picking up audio and visual stuff, and, I was pretty sure, transmitting it to Chayyiel. 

There was a brief pause before Manakel sighed. “No, I did not. Some time ago, I felt a rush of power, an explosion of sorts, coming from the other end of whatever I was connected to besides Tartarus, the thing that prevented me from being subjected to its control. It took me a while, but I brought myself together and followed that power to a small prison world. A human Heretic prison world.” 

Realizing what he was saying right then, my eyes widened as I blurted, “You’re talking about the place we went to. That explosion, it was me using all that necromancy in that fight. You felt me, because I’m the one you’re connected to. When I killed you— I mean when we killed you, I reaped your power. That connected you to me.”

Looking my way, he gave a short nod once more. “Precisely. I learned that you were the one preventing me from falling back under the sway of that place. You may have aided in my death, but in so-doing, you reaped my power and thus gave me a… connection which prevented me from falling entirely back under Tartarus’s influence. After that realization, it took me some time to decide what I should do about it.” 

Athena took a step forward, exchanging a look with Puriel before speaking carefully. “And what decision have you come to?” 

I could tell this was a lot for them to take in. Not only because of the whole ‘him supposedly not being an evil dickhead anymore’ part, but it was even more confirmation that if they died, they would be turned into Tartarus ghosts. That had to be hard to think about. 

Manakel was quiet for a moment before his eyes focused on me. “I wish to teach you. I have no idea how long the connection between us will allow me to maintain my own thoughts and personality. But for whatever time we have, I want to use it to help you understand how to use my power. I had millennia to practice with it.” He paused again before quietly adding, “And, with any luck, I will be able to instruct you well enough that should the time come where I no longer control myself, you will be able to send me through the void where I can no longer harm anyone. As, I hope, you will do with all of our people, removing them from Tartarus’s influence and sending them on.”

Okay, yeah, that was a lot to take in, to say the least. He wanted to teach me how to use Necromancy so that I could destroy him if he ever turned evil again? And then use that same knowledge to destroy other Olympian ghosts so they couldn’t be used by Tartarus? Even assuming that was true and this wasn’t some sort of trick, wow. I just… wow. 

Puriel spoke up carefully. I could tell he was trying not to instill his will on the situation, even if he did have an opinion. “It is true that over the centuries since we were connected to Tartarus, he did change, quite substantially. I was far too distracted to pay attention at the time. Nor… nor would I have done what I should have if I had.” 

“It… was not specifically the connection to Tartarus,” Manakel informed us. “It was the deaths. Every… every one of us who had that connection and died, some part of me felt them. Their deaths… weighed on me. Not in the normal way. I felt that connection to them.” 

It was Sariel who realized it first. “They died and were tied to Tartarus, just like every one of us who dies and becomes one of its ghosts. Like Kushiel. Even though you weren’t dead, you were connected to them. You felt its influence on you through them. Because of your necromancy. Every Olympian who died gave you another small connection to Tartarus. That… changed you.” 

Athena took over, her own voice clearly contemplative. “When you died, you should have been taken by it too. But Miss Chambers reaping your power connected you to her as well, and that… saved you. Like being thrown a safety line when you’re about to be sucked under a whirlpool.” 

“That… is an accurate assessment,” Manakel agreed. His eyes focused on me. “All of which is why I say that I hold no ill will to you, Miss Chambers. Were it not for that connection, I would have been lost entirely and would simply be a thrall of that place. The fact that I retain any of my own faculties is because of you. I wish to repay that… and make up for my actions before my death, as well as ensure those who I was given charge of are not eternally enslaved.” 

Mom‘s voice was flat and somewhat dangerous. “You want me to believe the only thing you’re here for is to teach my daughter how to stop you and the rest of the Tartarus ghosts?” 

“Mrs. Chambers,” he replied in a voice that showed far more respect than I would have expected, “to say that I understand your doubt would be an understatement of epic proportions. It is part of why I did not make myself known for some time. Not only your doubt, but that of everyone else as well.” His eyes flicked toward Athena, Puriel, and Sariel. “And yet, when I sensed Miss Chambers’ disappearance from this reality, I thought perhaps you had been taken by those still beholden to Tartarus.” He paused and let out a heavy sigh, his ghost form flickering slightly. The impression I got was that it was from the various emotions he was having. “I thought it might be too late, that I had delayed for too long, and at any moment, my connection to you would be severed. I feared I had made yet another mistake and would be back under the thrall of that place. It was… a disturbing, terrible fear.” 

I believed him. I wasn’t exactly sure why exactly, but I did. It just felt like he was telling the truth, like… I could feel his sincerity. He was terrified of being controlled by Tartarus the way Kushiel apparently was. Or, I was pretty sure, being taken by the Whispers like Charmeine had been. 

While I was thinking about that, he continued. “I understand that this is difficult to believe, if not impossible. But as I said, I mean none of you any harm. The man I was before my death, the things I did and what I became…” He bowed his head for a moment before lifting it to look at them. “I am not proud of any of it.” Looking toward Puriel, he added, “You entrusted your daughter to me, and I was not the man you believed me to be. I did not help her in any way, certainly not as you expected.”

The others looked like they were still absorbing that, while Athena spoke up. “If we are going to allow you to continue to exist anywhere near us, and particularly near young Miss Chambers, we are going to need certain assurances. Special assurances, not merely your word.” 

Mom gave a quick nod at that, not taking her gaze off the translucent man. “That’s for damn sure. You say you want to help my daughter learn to control your power better, so she can stop others like you? Maybe you’re telling the truth, but before I’d let you anywhere near her, we’re going to make sure you can’t make us regret that.” 

For a moment, Manakel looked like he was considering those words and how best to respond to them. His form flickered a little more, as the impression I got was… disgust. Not at them or any of us, but at himself. He felt sick about the fact that we, and particularly his old friends, were reacting to him this way. Sick at himself. I felt the disgust directed inward. He hated what he had been, and the things he had done. I was completely certain by now. In the time since I had first laid eyes on him, I’d come to sense his emotions and general state of being better with each passing moment. And right now, I was completely certain that he hated himself. He genuinely wanted to pass on everything he knew to me so that I could destroy him when the time came. He wanted to be sent through the Void before he could be turned against the people he cared about again.

Reaching out, I put a hand on Mom’s arm before speaking up. “You don’t have a problem with that, right? You’re okay with us making sure you can’t hurt anyone else.”

His eyes centered on me, and then softened. I knew he could tell that I sensed what he was feeling. He gave me a short nod without breaking that stare, before speaking softly. “Yes. Whatever measures you deem necessary.” 

This was still a lot to take in, to say the least. This guy had been doing his level best to destroy my life and kill my girlfriend through most of last year, and now he was dead and his ghost wanted to help? I wasn’t sure what to do with that. Part of me strongly wanted to tell him to take a hike. Of course, that would have been a waste, and yet, it was still right there on the tip of my tongue. After everything he had done, everything he tried to do, I was just supposed to forget that and accept that he had been affected or turned evil or something by Tartarus even before he died? 

I found myself looking at everyone else for a moment as they seemed to be waiting to see what I said. Apparently since I was the one he wanted to teach, they were waiting for my opinion. I still hesitated before offering a shrug. “I’ve got all this power, and I barely know how to use it. I mean, Brom is helping a lot, and so is.. uhh… Persephone…” Trailing off then, I glanced toward Manakel. He looked a little surprised to hear that she was around, and then his expression turned to one of shame. He was obviously thinking about how he’d treated her. 

Letting that go for the moment, I pushed on. “Anyway, they’re helping, but learning from someone like him? I think I need that. I think he could really help me use this power the right way, before it’s too late. I need to get better at it. And you know there’s no better teacher than him.” 

There was a moment of silence as the others absorbed that, before Athena and my mother exchanged a brief, whispered conversation. Then the Seosten woman nodded toward Manakel. “We will discuss how to contain your spirit somewhere safe within our home. You will not be allowed to leave that area, and Miss Chambers will come to you there for instruction. Is this acceptable?” 

He agreed, and then all of the Seosten started to discuss things together. Not just how to contain him, but also about everything they have missed. Leaving them to that, I turned to my mother. There was something else incredibly important that we needed to do.

First, of course, I found myself facing Tabbris. She sprang my way to give me a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should’ve been with you, I shouldn’t’ve–” 

“Stop,” I insisted, returning the hug. “I’m fine. You can’t be there all the time, Tabs. You have your own life. You were visiting your dad. Which–is he…” 

“He’s still here,” she replied. “He’s visiting Michael right now.” 

“Good.” Hugging her more tightly for a moment, I added, “This was a really long day, and I wanna hear about the rest of it. But uhh… first, I think–Mom? You need to meet someone.” 

Her gaze had already moved to Flak, taking in the red skin and all that. “Denny? What–” 

Boy, this was going to be complicated. Glancing toward Marina, I gestured. “Explain it to the others, please? Let them know we’re fine and we’ll be right back.” Then I turned back to Flak. “Would–” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she immediately replied, waving a hand dismissively. That shimmering wave passed over her again, as the body shifted from Flak to Walker, with her gray skin and cloak. 

Needless to say, Mom was even more confused. Her eyes widened at that, taking the whole thing in. “Okay, now I really need to know what’s going on.” 

“Mom, that was Flak. This is Walker,” I informed her. “They’re–it’s a long story, but easier to tell inside.” Reaching out, I took the gray-skinned girl’s hand, before offering my other one toward my mother and Tabbris. “Trust me?” 

They did, both reaching out to touch my arm. I waited until we were all ready, before looking back to Walker with a nod. She returned it, before visibly focusing. And then we were gone, taken inside Denny so they could meet the rest of the Aspects. 

And Theodore. 

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-10 (Heretical Edge 2)

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Denny’s body didn’t literally physically change or anything like that when Marina and I appeared next to her back out in the regular world. It was still just Denny’s body, even if she wasn’t the one in control at the moment.   

Adjusting to the sudden information I was getting from my item-sense (and oh boy did it feel better to have my powers back), my mouth opened to ask if the girl was okay. But before I could say anything, a voice from behind us blurted, “What in the living hells was that?” 

It was Gliner. He was back by the doorway, staring at us. 

“Oh,” I started with a cough. “Right, sorry, you’re probably wondering where we’ve been this whole time.” 

“This whole time?” the man echoed. “You disappeared for about ten seconds. Then you reappeared and now you’re talking like it’s been awhile? Wait, was I frozen again?”

“Hold on, ten seconds?” The girl sitting at my feet sounded surprised. 

Then her head tilted, expression shifting. Somehow, it was like her entire demeanor changed. Walker tended to come off as a mixture of defensive and impatient. She just wanted to get on with whatever she was doing, while also assuming that most people were going to accuse her of things or make her justify everything she did. In that moment, however, her expression was more curious, eyes looking as though she was soaking in everything she saw and analyzing it. 

“Ah, yes,” Letters announced, “we can speed up the flow of time, relatively speaking, within our own mind so entire conversations, or arguments, can be had while mere seconds pass in the outside world. Walker and I just had a conversation about that which, to us, lasted about five minutes. But to you, it was almost instantaneous. That should be helpful in the future.” 

Blinking down at her, I tentatively murmured, “Wow. Okay, one, that’s pretty cool. And two, you guys really do shift back and forth completely seamlessly.” 

“Perhaps too seamlessly,” Letters noted thoughtfully. “If we can hold entire conversations within the Carnival while little time passes outside… Hold one moment, please.” 

Barely a few seconds passed before her expression changed again. This time, a wide, beaming and clearly mischievous smile appeared. Her eyes widened, though with clear excitement rather than surprise, even as an audible giggle escaped her. “Ohhh yeah. Sure, you got a deal.” 

“Err, a deal?” I managed, blinking at Marina next to me. She offered a confused shrug. 

“Sorry, wasn’t talking to you!” the Aspect who had taken over informed us cheerfully before using both index fingers to point at their head. “Gotta talk in the quiet indoor voice! Not used to having a mouth in the outside world! But it’s fun. Maybe I should have more, hmm?” Even as she said that, a second mouth appeared on her forehead, then a third and forth, these ones vertical, appeared on both cheeks. It was, in a word, horrifying. 

“Ah,” all four mouths announced in a perfect chorus, “this was a bad idea.” Then all three extra mouths vanished. “Sorry! Still learning what works and what doesn’t. I’m Tailor. That’s T-A-I-L-O-R, like the clothes person. And I’ve got a brand new job! I’ll talk to you later, but for now, back to your regularly scheduled Aspect!” 

With that, she scrunched up her nose and gave a firm nod. And with that, Denny’s skin turned gray, her eyes went pitch-black, and her clothes became the same hooded cloak I had seen inside the Carnival. Now she looked like Walker. 

“That’s better,” the girl announced, looking down at herself before rising. “Letters made a deal with Tailor. She’ll pop in and shift the body whenever one of us takes over. At least then you people don’t have to be confused all the time.” Stretching her arms and cracking her neck, she blinked. “Wait, hang on. Can I still…” 

Just like that, her body vanished with a slight popping sound, leaving behind a brief shadowy cloud, which dissipated quickly. She reappeared in a standing position a few feet away. Slowly, her head turned to look around the server room with obvious curiosity, including giving the man by the door a quick once-over. “I didn’t really get a chance to drive this thing before,” the girl noted, “I just took over long enough to pull you guys inside. This is neat.” 

“I, ahhh, what?” That was Gliner, of course, sounding understandably baffled about this whole situation. “Can I just… huh?” 

“Uh, right, long story.” Looking back and forth, I hesitated before simply shrugging. “Short version, there’s a lot of… people inside Denny right now and they’re taking turns piloting. This is Walker. The one who was talking just a second ago was Tailor, like she said. And before that was Letters. Walker, this is Gliner. They’re… uhh, I guess it’s a long story on both sides.”  

Marina, who was kneeling next to Dakota to check on her, raised a hand. “De–Walker, how do we wake her up? Is she okay?”

“Sure,” the girl replied, “Hang on, she needs Tucker.”  

There was a brief pause, during which it was apparent that Tailor had briefly taken over, as their skin shifted once more. Instead of being white or gray, it became a sort of dark purple, with a few white (like paper white, not skin white) swirls along her arms. Her eyes were black with little flecks of white, like stars. And just like that, she abruptly jerked upright and smiled brightly. “Hey, hey, sorry I was busy in there before and didn’t get to meet you! The others made me clean out the ticket booths just because I spilled blueberry soda on one of the seats. Apparently they think I’m exhausting. Which, I kind of am, but it’s only literal when I want it to be.” Even as she was saying all that, the girl was literally bouncing up and down excitedly. “See, I drain energy from things and people and then convert it into my own energy so I can move faster, be stronger, all that stuff. And whatever gets drained gets sorta shut off.” Looking one way, then the other around the room, she added, “I guess I probably shouldn’t do it to the machines in here, right?”

We all exchanged books before I shook my head. “Yes, please don’t drain the computers in here. I feel like that’s probably a bad idea.” 

“Okay!” With that cheerful agreement, the girl, Tucker apparently, darted over to where Dakota was and dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, we all sort of panicked when everything happened, and I was the part of Denny that sort of made her go to sleep. Here.” Putting both hands on the girl’s shoulders, she seemed to focus for a moment. 

Abruptly, Dakota‘s eyes opened and she jerked a bit. “Wh–Denny!” she blurted upon seeing the girl in front of her. An instant later, she was embracing her. Then she just as suddenly stopped, pulling back to blink at her altered appearance. “Uhh, Denny?” 

“Err, not exactly,” Tucker admitted once that was over. “I’m Tucker. It’s great to meet you, but I’m not even supposed to be out here right now. It’s Walker’s turn, I was just helping undo what we did. And now you’re awake, so uhh, catch you later!” 

With that, Walker resumed control, skin turning gray as she straightened up. “There. We think she’ll be okay. I mean, she should be. Like Tucker said, when that whole thing went down, we all panicked and just did whatever we could to protect Denny. We weren’t even fully formed yet, not really.” She turned to look down at the girl who was still on the floor and added, “Walker, nice to meet you, I guess.”

Yeah, needless to say, Dakota was a little confused. As was Gliner. So, we gave all them a quick crash course in what happened. Which took a little while, and involved a lot of questions. Especially when I had to take a quick detour and give Gliner a very abbreviated version of what happened with Ammon. Basically just that he was a sort-of pseudo Heretic with a Pooka power who had been killed and had that resurrection gift temporarily transferred to Denny, one of his victims. And now she had his power. Or rather, powers, apparently. It was a pretty huge box of worms to get into, but I felt like he (and his partner, once one of us told him what was going on) deserved to have some clue about what was going on with this whole situation.

Finally, once we were done with that, Dakota stared at the girl in front of her. At some point, she picked herself up so they were both standing facing one another. Her voice was slow and hesitant. “You’re… not Denny. But you sort of are? I mean, the actual Denny is herself, and you’re more of a little piece of her mixed with a piece of one of the… umm, dead people Ammon killed?” 

Letting out a breath, Walker held up a hand. “Hold on. Someone else should deal with this. I’m not in the mood.” 

“There, hi,” came the announcement a moment later as she turned back into a blonde-haired white girl. “I’m Letters. The short version is yes, you might say we’re a mix of a dead person, or several dead people in some cases, and various pieces of the actual Denny’s personality. Some parts are magnified, other parts are minimized. But what it comes down to is that we’re all our own people. We just happen to live mostly inside our own little world in Denny’s head, and now we’re going to take turns controlling her… our body.” 

“But… Denny’s still in there?” Dakota asked tentatively. 

After another brief pause, Letters offered, “Do you want to hop inside and visit her for a little while? She’s… she doesn’t feel comfortable coming out right now, but you can go in. If you want.” 

When the other girl looked at me, I nodded. “Go ahead, we’ve got stuff to do out here. I think she could use your company.”

Marina agreed immediately. “You guys should hang out in there while we’re dealing with the rest of this. It’s umm… you should meet everyone.” 

So, Walker took over once more and put a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. A second later, with a puff of black smoke, the girl was gone. Then Walker looked at the rest of us. “Are we gonna get on with this, or what? I didn’t agree to come out here just to stand around and explain everything. I wanna see the outside world. And I don’t just mean the inside of this vault. Dakota figured out Perrsnile was the bad guy and Denny… dealt with him when he hurt her before she could tell you. So it’s over, right?” 

I hesitated. “Mostly, I guess it is. At least that part of it. We know he was the one who–wait, what did Dakota figure out? What happened while we were gone, exactly?”

“Uuuuggh,” came the annoyed response, “I just said I didn’t want to stand around explaining things. Whatever, call me when you’re doing something interesting.” 

And just like that, she was gone. Her skin went back to being white, even as her hair shortened all the way up into that near buzzcut. It wasn’t exactly easy to tell, given Denny herself was only like thirteen, but their body did seem a bit more ‘male-presenting.’ Hands locking behind his back, she announced, “Hey there, it’s Bang-bang. I guess I’m taking over for this part. Must be what I get for letting everyone think I enjoy briefings.” 

Bang-bang, for his part, explained things as succinctly as he could. Apparently, Dakota had been pacing around the server room while they waited for us to get back, when she found a small leaf on the floor. It was a leaf that Perrsnile had tracked in on his shoe. When she touched it, she got some sort of… memory flash or something (which she could get from plants sometimes, apparently) of him killing Mophse. Unfortunately, Perrsnile apparently recognized the look on her face when she looked at him reflexively, and immediately went after them. Dakota activated the alarm spell and tried to use my taboo power to warn me, while Denny attempted to use Ammon’s power to make the man sit down. But he was too fast, and managed to knock them both down before covering Denny’s mouth with one hand while he choked Dakota with the other. 

That was when Denny had killed him. She saw Dakota’s face turning red and was fighting to get out from under Perrsnile, or at least get her mouth free so she could talk. But she couldn’t. He was bound and determined to stop her from using Ammon’s power. So… so she did what she had to do. She punched through his chest. Which was… yeah. 

In any case, she killed him and then freaked out. The rush of new personalities who were trying to protect her ended up dragging Sitter and Dakota over to the corner of the room, before that Crystal personality made them, and Denny herself, invisible. Tucker also reflexively drained Dakota’s energy to make her fall asleep in the process, because Denny was terrified of letting the other girl see her as a murderer. 

We couldn’t really blame them too much for what happened. It was, from the way Bang-bang put it, a spur of the moment thing in the midst of what amounted to being born. They didn’t really have control over themselves at the time. They barely had any idea of who they even were. 

“And, well, that is basically the whole story,” Bang-bang informed us once he’d gotten through all that. “You know the rest. Though we would all like to hear the explanation from your end. What was happening inside this vault?” 

Which meant it was our turn to fill in the blanks. By the time we finished explaining the whole story, I felt parched. “So that’s the whole story. Perrsnile was working with slavers to sell the children in this vault and used the memory erasing system, which was supposed to be used to make sure no one could tell people on the outside anything about this place, to make everyone forget those kids ever existed. Archibold and Gliner over there found out and asked Mophse to help them look into it. But Perrsnile found out and killed him. Archibold thought it was Valdean and Gliner thought it was that woman, Ausesh. They both killed their respective suspects.”

“Three deaths,” Marina put in. “And we know who killed all three.” 

“Four, technically,” Bang-bang pointed out. “Mophse was killed by Perrsnile. Valdean was killed by Archibold. That Ausesh woman was killed by Gliner. And Perrsnile was killed by Denny. Four deaths, four killers.”

My mouth opened to say that Denny wasn’t a killer, but I stopped. It was more complicated than that. And from the look on Marina’s face, she was having the same thought. So, I simply replied, “She saved Dakota and quite possibly all of us. I had no idea Perrsnile was the bad guy at the time. None of us did. We probably would’ve left our guards down. Then he would’ve either gotten away with it, or actually killed one or more of us when we weren’t expecting it. Either way, it would’ve been bad. She and Dakota exposed him, even if it took awhile for us to work the whole thing out.” 

“For you to work it out, you mean,” Marina insisted. “I had no idea.” 

I shrugged at that. “Whatever, I couldn’t’ve done any of this without all you guys. And speaking of all you guys, we need to go find Sesh and tell her what’s going on. Not to mention everyone else. And then… what about Sitter? We need him to turn off the lockdown now that we can say we know who the killers were. Oh, and uhh, I should do something about Perrsnile’s ghost before that trap wears off.”

“Not to mention talk to Ausesh and Archie about all this,” Gliner noted. 

Marina shook her head. “But how are we supposed to wake Sitter up? Ausesh said that Valdean was the computer guy on their end, and we can’t exactly ask Perrsnile to do it.”  

Looking toward the bodyguard, I asked, “I don’t suppose you or the other two might know any good candidates for fixing a broken robot so he can let us out of this vault?” 

“Ah, pardon me,” Bang-bang put in with a raised hand. “Not to speak out of line, or toot the horn of my compatriot, but I do believe Letters might be just the person you’re looking for.” 

“Hey, right.” My fingers snapped. “She’s a technopath, isn’t she? Do you think she could help wake up Sitter?” 

Giving a short nod, Bang-bang half-drawled, “Well, as they say, there’s no time like the present to try. I’ve explained the situation, and I believe–” 

Abruptly, his head tilted a bit, as he blinked a few times while his hair extended out and lightened. Then… well, she focused on us. “Hello again. Dakota and Denny just started catching up in one of the diners. They’re having pancakes. Sorry, I would have brought some out, but… I don’t think we’re quite talented enough for that just yet. In the meantime,” she added while looking back to me. “There was something about fixing a robot? That’s Sitter, right?” Her hand rose to point to the motionless figure on the floor nearby. 

“Yeah, that’s him,” I confirmed. “Do you really think you can do something about that?” 

“I–” She paused, clearly hesitant. “I want to say yes, but I’m not positive. This… ahh, this is sort of my first time using these powers out in the real world. I have vague memories of accomplishing much more difficult tasks with my gift, but of course, that was not me. It was the person whose power was… given to me. For all intents and purposes, I am completely new to this.” Her face twisted a little with distaste about that whole situation. “I will try.” 

So, she sat down next to the robot and put her hands on him. While the girl was busy with that, I looked over at Marina. “Okay, I think we’re good now. Could you stay with her while I go down and deal with Perrsnile, Archibold, and Ausesh? Then I’ll go let Sesh and the others know what’s going on.” 

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” Gliner agreed with a grimace before looking at me. “ I guess I owe Ausesh a few apologies. Not that–damn it. Not that it’ll be enough. But I owe her that much, at least.”

So, the two of us took the elevator back over to the room we had left the ghosts in, while Marina stayed with Letters and Sitter. On the way down, I glanced at the blue-scaled, six-eyed man next to me and hesitated slightly before speaking up. “You didn’t know. You were trying to stop her from having a chance to sell any more kids. Or… get away. With magic and the fact that this was her vault, anything could’ve happened if she found out what you thought you knew.” 

“That does not excuse my mistake,” the man insisted flatly. “If I had attempted to capture her, render her unconscious, find some way of…” He trailed off before sighing. “I was employed as her bodyguard, and I betrayed that.” 

I had no idea how to respond to that. He was right, he had. And maybe there was a better thing he could’ve done. But on the other hand, given what he believed, if he had been right, how could he possibly have captured an old Heretic without giving her a chance to escape and do even more harm? It was–fuck. Yeah, it was an impossible situation. Especially considering what he had believed she was guilty of. 

And yet, in the end, he had killed an innocent woman, who probably could still have done a lot of good. No wonder he clearly felt like shit. That was going to take some time for him to get through. But hey, at least he could actually talk to the woman herself about it. 

Speaking of which, the elevator arrived back at that room, and we both stepped off. To my intense relief (I had been low-key terrified that something else would go wrong), Perrsnile’s ghost was still trapped right there in the spell I had made, with Ausesh floating nearby, next to Archibold. 

“Okay, well, first things first.” Focusing on the small, trapped ghost-man, I announced, “We found both girls, and they’re going to be fine.” 

“That’s good,” Perrsnile murmured before his eyes found mine. “You must understand, I never… wanted to hurt them. I never wanted to hurt any of the children. Things simply got… so far out of control. When it started, I thought I could save–” 

“Stop.” With that word, I focused my Necromancy that way. As I’d said before, I couldn’t compel a ghost to speak the truth. But I could force them to stop speaking entirely. “Anything you say could be true, or it could be a lie. But you know what it comes down to?” My shoulders rose in a shrug. “I just don’t give a shit about your tragic backstory.”  

Letting that hang for a moment while pointedly keeping him silent, I continued. “You hurt children for your own benefit, and then you killed to cover it up, and you were willing to do it again. I’m not sure when the best time for you to feel guilty would’ve been, but it was definitely at some point before you forced one child to kill you in order to save the life of another child you were choking to death. So I’ll tell you what. I’m going to let you talk now. And you’re going to tell me the names and locations of all the people you sold those children to, and how to restore everyone’s memories that you erased, the ones of their children.”  

“I can tell you how to do the second thing,” Ausesh put in. “You don’t need him for that.” 

“Good,” I replied without looking that way. My attention was centered on Perrsnile. “Names and locations. And before you decide whether or not to tell me the truth because you think I can’t do anything worse to you now that you’re a ghost, let me tell you exactly who I am. My name is Flick Chambers. My mother is Joselyn Atherby. Yes, that one. When I was a little girl, the necromancer named Fossor, yes, that one, abducted her. Last year, the Seosten named Manakel, better known around here as Hades, tried to kill my girlfriend. They were two of the strongest Necromancers who have ever set foot on this planet. Then they hurt the people I care about. Now they’re dead, and I have their powers. You think I can’t hurt you now just because you’re dead? Ask yourself what you really want me to do, send you on to whatever afterlife is waiting for you… 

“Or get creative.” 

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-09 (Heretical Edge 2)

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Okay, yeah, that was obviously a lot to get dumped on us on top of everything else that we were dealing with at that moment. I felt myself physically reel backwards, before looking quickly to the four Aspects who had accompanied us into this place. “Guys? What’s he talking about?” Even as I asked that, my gaze was snapping right back to where Amm–Theodore(?) was still standing. Part of me wouldn’t–couldn’t believe that this wasn’t some sort of trick. Ammon was right there, he was inside Denny’s mind. Of course he was, of course. She had his memories. Having the boy’s mind as well, his personality locked in this–but he said he wasn’t actually–what? 

Letters spoke for the others, staring that way as well with an unblinking gaze. “I promise, we didn’t know anything about this. We thought it was just Ammon’s bad memories that were locked up in this place. That’s what it’s for.” 

A–Theodore spoke again, his eyes glancing away while he seemed to shrink in on himself a little. “That’s the whole reason I’m here. I am one of his bad memories. The worst memory. I’m what he used to be before our father changed us. I’m what he was, or maybe what he could’ve been. And the piece of him that our father locked away, so he could create… him. But part of him still remembered who he was. He hated me, hated those memories. Or maybe he loved me. I… I’m not sure. Maybe it was both. But I am his worst memory, that’s why I’m locked up here.” His voice was soft, resigned. 

This was so much to take in. Just staring at the boy like that, I had to force myself to unclench my fist. My nails had left marks on the palm of my hand. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. God, what–what was I supposed to do with this? What was I supposed to do with him? Was he really the–for lack of a better term, ‘good’ part of Ammon? Was he Ammon’s good personality that had been suppressed and locked away by Fossor? Or was this some sort of trick? When it came to Ammon, I felt incredibly paranoid about any evil ‘games’ he might have been playing. I really could not have put it past him to try something like this, just to fuck with us. Or rather, just to fuck with me. 

While I was thinking about that, the boy spoke up once more. “There’s something I know. Something I remember from when he died–when we died. I can’t say it out loud because it’s dangerous, and I don’t know how… how it’ll react in here. Maybe it won’t do anything because we’re all in her head. But you know why I can’t say it.” 

Oh. Oh yeah, I did know what he was talking about. He remembered the fact that Professor Dare hadn’t been affected by his power, and what that had to mean. He was the one who had ended up with that memory. Was he trying to give me some proof that he wasn’t evil, that he really was what he claimed to be? Would the real Ammon, the one I knew, have thought things through like that? Or would he just have blurted it out for fun to see what happened? I wasn’t sure. I just–I didn’t know. There was no way to know. Not right now, not like this. So what could–

“Flick.” That was Marina, speaking firmly as she tore her gaze off the boy to focus on me. “This isn’t the time to work all this out. We have to find Denny.” 

Of course, she was right. Dealing with the whole Theodore situation was going to have to wait. Whatever else was going on, we had to get Denny the hell out of this haunted mansion. The other stuff could wait until we had her out in the main– wait. “Is she even in here? Is she here, or did everyone just see–um, him in the windows? How good of a look did they get?” 

Before the others could answer that, Theodore spoke again. “She’s here. In this place, I mean. I–I can help you find her.” The offer came a bit hesitantly. But it didn’t sound like he was reluctant. It was more like he was afraid we would throw the offer back in his face. “If… if you want, I think I know where she went.” 

Right, this could still be a trap, of course. But something told me it wasn’t. Maybe I was just being stupidly naïve. Either way, we had to do something, and wandering around this enormous place completely blind was taking too long.

While all that was working its way through my mind, Walker spoke up. “Look, if he wants to help, let him help. If it’s a trick or whatever, we’ll deal with it. We don’t have time to stand around debating this whole thing all day. She’s in trouble. So can we get a move on or what?” 

Pushing all those other thoughts out of my mind, I nodded. “She’s right, we need to find Denny. So if you know where she might be… Theodore, lead the way. We’ll be right behind you.” And yes, I had more than one reason for deliberately pointing out that we would be following him. It might’ve made some level of sense to give him some benefit of the doubt in the moment, but I wasn’t going to be stupid about it. We still couldn’t be completely sure what his deal was. 

Theodore, visibly and audibly swallowing, stepped out of the doorway he had been standing in, and slowly began to walk past the six of us. His voice was a soft murmur. “This way. I think she’s downstairs. Very, very far downstairs.”

So, we followed him. Things got worse rather than better as we kept going.  The images were even more horrific and consistent, often shoving themselves right in our faces so we couldn’t ignore them. And it wasn’t just images, but sound as well. We heard the screams, the sick sound of bones breaking, even the horrifyingly slick sound of blades carving through flesh. We saw it, heard it, and smelled it. Even though they were ‘just’ holographic images in front of us, or played along the walls and windows, we could actually smell the blood and rotting flesh. It made my stomach churn and my heart ache. 

But then I realized the truth. The images weren’t worse just because we were getting closer to Denny. They were worse because of who we were with. What we had been seeing and experiencing before were just shadows of what these were. The main point of all this was to torture Theodore. The holograms were so much more realistic now because we were with him. He was the target, the one the images, the sounds, the smells were focused on. Even if everything he’d said was true, and he was really the ‘good’ part of Ammon, he was still being tormented by the memories of everything the other side of him had done. If this was true, then he was a little boy who was being viciously tortured by memories of things he’d had no control over.

Fuck, fuck. This whole place, all of it was just–it was wrong. We had to get the hell out of this mansion, as fast as possible. But first, we had to find Denny.

And find her, we did. Though it required following Theodore all the way down into the lower subbasement of the mansion. We tracked down heavy wooden stairs into what amounted to a dirt pit with cement walls, and found the girl in question huddled in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest. There was a line around her, a half circle from one corner wall to the other, with Denny curled up behind it. The line glowed a bit with what seemed like magical power, and I could see the ghost images that we had been subjected to all around her. They didn’t cross the line. Apparently they couldn’t. I wasn’t sure how that worked or how Denny had figured it out. Maybe it was just because this was her mind and she controlled it, to some extent anyway. 

Theodore, who stepped back out of the way and half-disappeared into the thick shadows, spoke in that soft, tentative voice. “They’re here for me, but she’s close enough for them.” 

“Flak?” I immediately announced while glancing that way. 

She, in turn, nodded and sent a burst of fire that actually dissolved the various ghost images. With the way clear, all of us ran to Denny. Marina was first, though she stopped short of the line. Somehow, it felt wrong to cross it. Even if it didn’t affect us, the girl had put it up as a bit of protection. Instead, Marina took a knee in front of her. “Denny, Denny, it’s us. It’s Marina. It’s okay, you’re okay. I…” She hesitated with her hand partway outstretched, still not crossing the line the girl had drawn. “Denny, are you alright?” 

For her part, the younger girl drew her knees to her chest and shook her head rapidly. “Have to go away. Have to be gone. Can’t be outside. Can’t be there. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t let him out.”

The line slowly dissolved, disappearing as she dropped her gaze with obvious shame, unwilling to look at us. Immediately, Marina reached out to pull the girl up, dropping beside her so she could wrap both arms around Denny. “No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s alright. You saved Dakota. You saved her, Denny.” 

Nodding, I put myself on the other side of the girl, taking her hand with mine. “She’s right, Denny. We know what happened. You stopped Perrsnile. You stopped him. We know all of that. We know he was the bad guy. You saved Dakota. It’s okay. No one blames you for that. He was a monster and you stopped him.” 

“I killed him.” That was her soft, pained reply. “I know I had to. I know. But…” Her eyes closed, and I saw a tear slide its way down her cheek as she admitted in a hoarse, horrified voice. “I liked it. I enjoyed it. I wanted to see him die more. He was afraid, and I… I watched him die and I…” more tears came, her eyes squeezing even more tightly shut. “I loved it. I loved seeing how scared he was. It was Ammon. It was that part of him. I wanted to kill again.” 

“I’m sorry.” That was Theodore. The boy had come forward, and slowly sat down a few feet away from us, still on the edge of the line. 

Denny, looking up, gasped a little and reflexively recoiled while blurting a half-panicked, “Get away fro–wait.” She stopped then. “You… you’re not him. You look like him, but you’re not. I can tell you’re not.” 

There was a brief pause before Theodore wrapped both arms around his stomach and hunched in on himself protectively. I could see the shudder that ran through his small form. “I think… I think when you get down to it, I’m his… his guilt. I’m the part of him that was locked away, the part that felt bad about… about all of it. The part he was trying to find.” His eyes had been closed, but they opened as he looked up to stare at the girl, and I could see the tears there. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for… for what we did to you. But you’re not this.” His gaze turned to look at the nearest of the horrific images playing out nearby. “You didn’t do that. You didn’t do any of it. Please, stop torturing yourself with it. You didn’t do that stuff. You aren’t that person.” 

“Neither are you.” That was Marina, suddenly speaking firmly. “Neither of you are the person responsible for any of those things. You aren’t him. So you don’t need to be locked up in here either. Nobody does. This place should be burned to the ground. But… failing that, no one should be inside.” 

Swallowing as a myriad of thoughts ran through me, I glanced up. “Walker,” I murmured, “we need to get out of here. All of us.” 

The gray-skinned girl gave a little nod, then made a sharp gesture with her hand. Shadows enveloped us that time, until we were all back outside the mansion, in the middle of the carnival grounds. The six of us, along with Denny and Theodore.

“You knew the other versions of you were here, didn’t you?” Marina quietly noted, still squeezing Denny closer to herself. “You made this carnival for them.” 

“I had a dream about going to the carnival,” came the hoarse whisper, “just before the other dreams, before I found out about Ammon and all of that. It was a really good dream. It was so… realistic. I dreamed that I was… older, just a couple years. I was at the carnival for a school trip, with my friends. There were four of us and… and they were my best friends in the world. We spent all day at the carnival and it was my favorite day ever. We won these big teddy bear things and they had these little top hats. We had those Dippin Dots ice cream and it was–we were sharing the–” She cut herself off, taking a deep, shuddering breath. 

“I thought it was so weird, having a dream that was that real. It was like a memory, but it couldn’t be, because I was older in the dream. Now… now I guess we know why. But whatever the… the reason, it was so vivid. Then when… when I felt everyone in my head, I wanted… them to be somewhere nice. They deserve to be somewhere nice. Even if I had to lock myself up. Then I remembered the carnival, so I… I made it.” 

I still had no idea how she had managed something like this, or exactly how the whole ‘creating alternate personalities based off a combination of some form of herself and pieces of the Alters Ammon had killed’ thing worked, or… a lot of it. But it was right in front of us. Clearly, it happened. 

“You deserve to be somewhere nice too.” That wasn’t Marina or me, it was Letters. She stood alongside Flak, Bang-bang, and Walker. In that moment, Bijou joined them, as did Peanut, landing on Letters’ shoulder. Loudpound, the taller, sort of Orcish Denny, moved up behind the others. Even the wooden/Relukun-like Aspect I’d caught a brief glimpse of earlier, whose name was apparently Butternut, was there. Soon, the rest of the Aspects had formed a circle around us. At a glance, there were somewhere around twenty of them. And they were all echoing the sentiment that Denny deserved to be happy. 

“And you definitely don’t need to lock yourself up in there,” Marina added, with a glance toward the haunted mansion. “No one deserves to be in there.” She gave a quick glance toward Theodore, who was standing a bit apart from everyone else. “No one.” 

There was a moment of quiet, as Denny stared at the ground, then looked up and took in all of her Aspects. “Thank you. I… really did want this place to be fun for you.” She took a breath and let it out before looking over to Marina and me. “I won’t go back in the mansion. But… but I don’t think I’m ready to go back out… there again yet. The things I… I felt when I killed him, I can’t–I can’t go out there right now. Not yet. But… the others can.” 

“You mean us?” Walker put in. 

“All of you,” Denny confirmed. “And me too, sometimes. I mean, later. I made you. Or… something made you. I don’t know, exactly. But you’re here. You’re real. You’re people too. You deserve to walk around in the outside world. We can share. We can take turns. Maybe if I just take turns it won’t be so hard.”

Oh boy was there a lot I wanted to say to that. I felt like this was far out of my league. Denny needed a psychologist. Maybe we could get one inside here to–right, yeah. That was going to be a whole thing. But on the other hand, she was right that if all these Aspects were real personalities and all, they did deserve to have their own chance ‘outside,’ as it were. 

The Aspects were all talking amongst themselves about what it would be like to go outside. Some seemed eager, others uncertain but willing, and a few made it clear that they had no desire whatsoever to do it. 

“Maybe I can help you,” Theodore put in, clearly hesitantly. “I mean, if you want to talk about… about what happened, about our memories. Maybe that would help?” 

“I think it would help both of you to talk about them,” I managed. Sure, the idea of Denny getting help from someone who looked like the boy who had killed her–yeah, the whole thing was fucked up beyond belief. But if this was really a part of Ammon that wasn’t evil, the part Fossor had suppressed or… or whatever, then they might just be the only two who really understood each other and what they were going through. 

“I’d like that,” Denny was saying, while staring at him. Her voice was just as hesitant as his, yet she had clearly thought it through. “I have… questions about a lot of things.” 

“We can stay in here and talk about all of that,” Theodore offered, squirming a little uncertainly. “While the others go outside.” 

“Outside,” Jordan, the water-focused Aspect with the blue skin/scales and trident put in. “We can really go outside?” 

“We… have to be fair about it,” Denny murmured thoughtfully. “So… you go outside with the hall pass. Like the restroom at school.” As she said that, a white plastic thing about eight or nine inches long, four inches wide, and thin like a bookmark appeared in her hand. The words ‘Hall Pass’ were written in cursive purple letters across the front, and there was sparkly glitter on it. 

“One at a time,” she announced, before holding it out. “You can give it to each other, but you can’t take it without permission. You have to share.” There was a moment of uncertainty among the Aspects, but in the end, Walker took it. She, after all, had been the one to bring us in here in the first place. Well, Bijou had asked for our help to start with, but she was still a bit skittish about the idea. So Walker would go first. 

“Denny,” Marina started. 

The other girl interrupted. “It’s okay. I just… I’d like to be in my carnival for awhile, with my new friends.” She glanced toward Theodore with a hesitant smile before turning back to us as the smile faded a bit. “I can’t go out there. I’m not ready. Tell Dakota I’ll be watching. And she can come in here and visit. Just have–have Walker bring her.” 

This… hooboy, this whole situation was really confusing. But I had no idea what to do or say about it. Obviously, Denny needed help beyond what either Marina or I could give her. Not because she wanted to share her body with the other Aspects, that was understandable. But her reluctance to go outside at all, I felt like someone should talk with her about that. Someone who was better at it than me. When you added in the whole Theodore thing, it was… eesh.

Instead of getting into all that, however, I leaned over to embrace the girl. “You have Walker pull us in to talk to you a lot, okay? And Dakota’s gonna want to hop in and see this place too.” 

Marina expressed the same sentiment while embracing her as well. Both of us made her promise to have us and others visit her. Finally, we all stood up. The rest of the Aspects closed ranks around Denny, clearly protecting her. 

Turning to Theodore, I hesitated once more. “I don’t know–I don’t know what to say to you. Not right now.” 

“That’s okay,” he murmured with a self-conscious squirm. “I don’t know what to say either. I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. If… I know it’s a lot, but if you ever want to talk again, you know where I’ll be.” 

I paused, then nodded. There wasn’t a lot I could say to that, but there was one thing. Reaching out, I forced my hand to stop trembling before putting it on his shoulder. As he looked up at me, I took a moment to find my voice. “I’m glad you aren’t in the haunted house anymore. Just… just stay away from those memories, okay? You belong out here, where you can… where you and everyone else can help each other.”

He nodded solemnly at that, looking like he had no idea how to respond. Which was fair, since I had no idea what else to say just then. At least I didn’t have to figure it out right away. He would be in here, and if I wanted to talk to him again, well, I could. 

Yeah, this situation was fucked up, to say the least. But we were just going to have to deal with that. Just like every other fucked up situation in my life. 

With the other Aspects clustered around Denny and ready to help her, Walker remained standing near the two of us. The gray-skinned girl cracked her neck, then glanced to Marina and me while clutching the hall pass in one hand. “Ready to go back outside?” 

Before either of us could answer, I felt that twisting, shifting sensation. And just like that, we were gone once more. 

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-08 (Heretical Edge 2)

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A few minutes later, Marina and I were walking through the carnival once more. We were passing a spinning teacup ride as the other girl shook her head. “I’m still not sure exactly what’s going on. Are we really inside Denny’s head? Like, literally inside her? Is this what it’s like when you possess someone?” 

I swallowed slightly. “Not exactly. I mean, there can be mental constructs. I’ve got something like that when I’m training with… one of my new friends. She helps me out inside my head, and she’s got this whole virtual reality sort of thing. But this seems different, somehow.” My shoulders rose in a helpless shrug. “I guess we just have to roll with it. Weird stuff happens in this universe.”

“I’m pretty sure weird stuff happens in every universe,” she replied before leaning over one of the game booths to call, “Denny! Denny, it’s okay! We just want to talk!” Pausing then, she grimaced. “Saying it like that makes it sound like we actually want to do more than talk, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s hard to make that sound right,” I agreed before looking around once more. Several other versions of Denny, or Aspects as they called themselves, were in sight. The Pixie, who had introduced herself as Peanut, was zipping through the air, hovering over one aisle, then another in a frantic, clearly disorganized aerial search. Meanwhile, the fire-controlling, red-skinned Aspect (her name was Flak) was flying a bit more slowly, but with more deliberateness. Then there was Bijou, the bunny-girl, who could apparently phase through solid matter. She kept running back and forth through the booths and rides, searching under everything in sight while fretting out loud. The shabbily-dressed werewolf, who we had come to find out was named Feisty, was moving along one of the other aisles. I caught a glimpse of her now and then, slowly pacing while sniffing intently in an attempt to catch the right scent. 

Everyone was looking for the… I wasn’t sure if ‘regular’ Denny was the right term or not. They were all helping us search for the Denny we knew. But nobody was having much luck. This mental construct of a carnival was enormous, and it seemed like there were hundreds of places for her to hide if she didn’t want to talk to us. And that was if she was even actually in the carnival. What if she had taken herself out of this particular construct and was somewhere else entirely? Was that even possible? I had no idea. I didn’t know enough about any of this. For about the millionth time that day, I wished someone like Sariel was here. She’d have a much better idea of what to do. She probably would have solved this entire situation by now. 

As it was, all we could really do was keep walking around while calling the girl’s name and hoping she would both hear and listen to us. It wasn’t exactly the best plan, but it was all we had. I really wanted to find Denny. She had to hear that what happened hadn’t been her fault, that she hadn’t done anything wrong. We had to tell her that she wasn’t turning into a monster, in a way that she might actually believe. But first we had to find her.  

While Marina and I were looking under another booth, just in case the girl was curled up there, someone came around the corner. I looked up to see yet another half-Alter Aspect of Denny. This one wore military fatigues, and had hair that was very short, like a buzzcut. Other than that, she looked a lot like the Denny we knew, aside from something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. 

Coming to an abrupt halt, the military-Denny snapped a crisp salute. “Bang-bang, reporting in. We believe we have movement in the haunted house on the southwest side.” 

Haunted house. Right, why hadn’t I thought of that? Given the mood she was probably in, it made sense that Denny would have hidden herself inside the scary place. Marina and I exchanged looks before turning that way. Before we could go anywhere, however, Bang-bang spoke up behind us. “Pardon, it’s a bit of a hike and, given the urgency of the situation, we can get you there faster, ma’ams. Walker?” 

That shadowy, cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere and held her hands out to us. “If you’re actually gonna help Denny, come on. Before she disappears again.”

I only hesitated for a second before reaching out to catch her hand. Marina had already done the same, and we instantly vanished from that spot. I felt my stomach twist itself into knots, which was an odd feeling considering it wasn’t my real stomach. Or any stomach. This whole thing was just a mental construct. So… actually, I had no idea how that worked. Clearly I wasn’t in my actual body right now. But was my real body still outside? Was it in limbo? Was I sort of technically possessing her? Were we both– huh. Yeah, I had a lot of questions. But right now, all that mattered was finding Denny. 

As soon as that wave of disorientation and nausea filled me, it was gone, as we found ourselves standing in front of the haunted house in question. It was at the end of a long, winding path through what was supposed to be a graveyard. The tombstones themselves were covered in webs and moss, while the dirt around the graves was pushed up, with bits of broken coffins visible. Clearly that bit was intended to make it seem like the dead had torn themselves up out of their own graves. Which, as far as that sort of thing went, was pretty effective. 

Then there was the haunted house itself. The place looked like an actual mansion, five stories tall and covered in dark vines and more spiderwebs. It was positively creepy, even just from standing out here on the brightly lit path next to the rest of the carnival. I really wasn’t excited about going in there, not when I didn’t have any powers right now, or any weapons. It just didn’t sound like my idea of a fun time. But then, this was just inside Denny’s mind. Nothing could actually happen to us, right? Nothing would happen. We were going inside to get Denny so we could talk to her. That’s what mattered. We just had to find her in there. 

Landing nearby with a short burst of flame, Flak stared up at the house and swallowed. “The bad place. She shouldn’t be in there. Why did she go in there?” 

“Bad place?” I echoed, looking that way. “What do you mean?” 

It was Letters who answered, stepping up on the other side of us while speaking in a quiet, subdued voice. “We have lots of Ammon’s memories locked up inside there. The bad ones. The scary ones. Why would Denny go in that place? There’s nothing good in there. It’s where we locked everything terrible away.” 

Marina answered immediately. “Because she thinks she’s bad too. She’s trying to lock herself in the bad place because she thinks she belongs there. She killed Perrsnile. So she thinks she deserves to be locked up with the other bad things.”

Without another word, the girl gave me a pointed look before stepping forward. There was a loud, anxiety-inducing creak as she pushed the gate open and started along that path toward the front door in the distance. I was right behind her. Letters, Walker, Flak, and Bang-bang followed suit. The other Aspects were staying outside, and the four who were with us didn’t seem that happy about being there either. I had a feeling this place creeped most of them out pretty badly.  Which, if it was holding what they said it was, I really couldn’t blame them for. I wasn’t exactly eager to see any of Ammon’s memories myself. This whole thing felt like a terrible idea. 

Glancing to the side, I saw the gravestones. They had names on them, and dates. It took me a moment to realize what they were. The graves were for all the people Ammon had killed. These were the names of all his victims. That thought made me swallow, as I realized just how large the cemetery really was, considering the thing stretched out into the yard behind the mansion. This… this was a very bad place for Denny to lock herself inside of. No wonder the other Aspects were so anxious about it. I certainly wouldn’t want to be here if I had any other choice.

Finally, as we reached the front porch and mounted the painfully creaking wooden steps to the door, I grimaced at the sight of the heavy bronze knocker. It was shaped like a twisted demon head with its mouth open in a horrifying scream, and had what looked like real dried blood over it. If this had been a real haunted house (well, ‘real’), that would have been a pretty decent bit of attention to detail. The fact that Denny had made this herself made me wonder if she was pulling from memories the older her had. Which might’ve been a strange thought to wonder about, but I really had no idea what we were walking into here. It felt like we needed to have all the information we could. But on the other hand, we didn’t have time to sit and think about it. If Denny was in here, we needed to get her out. The details could wait. 

Ignoring the knocker, Marina grabbed the knob and shoved the door open. It was really stiff and groaned loudly through the entire motion, which just added nicely to the whole ambience, really. We couldn’t have more obviously announced our entrance if we’d come with a full brass band. 

Despite that, we moved into the front foyer as silently as possible. Our eyes were snapping quickly around the room to take in as much as possible while watching for any threats. Not that we had any idea what sort of threat we might find in a place like this, but still. We just had to watch and be careful.

There were more webs and very realistic-looking skeletons (okay, they were probably literally real as far as the mind-space went) hanging along the walls, along with a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. Next to the stairs was a set of double doors, while a smaller door stood to the left. The whole place was lit by soft candles that flickered a lot, casting incredibly creepy shadows in every direction, which kept making my gaze snap toward them as my brain misinterpreted the dancing shadows as actual movement out of the corner of my eyes.

For a few seconds, we were quiet, looking around while listening for anything. Then Marina shook her head and muttered something about having enough of that. She raised her voice and shouted as loudly as she could, “Denny! It’s Marina and Flick! And…” She looked to the other four before adding, “your friends! It’s okay! Everything’s alright! Please, we just miss you, that’s all! We want to see you! You didn’t do anything wrong! You’re not in trouble!” 

She trailed off then, and we all listened once more. Aside from the eerie sound of her words echoing through the house, there was nothing. No response. If Denny heard us, she wasn’t responding. Which didn’t really mean anything right now, considering the situation. Looking over at Bang-bang, I asked, “Come to think of it, I probably should’ve asked this before, but what did you mean when you said someone saw movement over here? What exactly did they see?”

“She was in one of the windows, ma’am,” came the answer. “All the way up on the fifth floor. But then later they saw her in the fourth floor window, and it looked like some sorta shadow moving over the second floor bedroom balcony just before we came in here. So we’re not sure where she is now. Seems like she’s moving around a lot. I’m in contact with the troops outside, though. If there’s any new signs of our girl, they’ll let us know as soon as it happens. It’s all clear right now.” 

“Uh, sorry, Miss Bang-bang, but how are you in contact with them?” Marina asked, blinking that way. “I mean, do you have like, a radio you’re listening to, or…” 

Shaking her head, Bang-bang replied, “Apologies Miss Marina, but I have to say, I just prefer the more masculine pronouns. He, him, if you don’t mind. I know it’s odd, considering our circumstances and where we come from, but that just feels more natural to me, personally-speaking.” 

Pausing to let us absorb that, sh–no, he continued. “And, as it turns out, most of the deaths I’m connected to are Alters with powers that involve delayed or charged effects. A lot of that involves explosions of various types. Charge a rock with power and set it to go off after a certain amount of time, or when someone says a specific word. Not just explosions either, there’s a whole list. That’s the general idea. But ahh, another Alter I’m connected to happened to be what is called an Iesean.” It sounded like Ice-eon. “Among a few other things, the power I have from that includes the ability to mark objects and then see and hear through them. I’ve got a few of those objects with people outside so they can talk to us.” When my mouth opened, he nodded to me. “Just like the one you killed in Las Vegas, ma’am, for your lesser version of the power.” After a brief pause, he grimaced. “Ah, when I say lesser–” 

“It’s no problem, really,” I assured him. “Believe me, I get it. But just so you know, Marina and I don’t have any powers or anything in here. We might end up being more of a handicap than you expect, if there actually is something bad in this place.” 

“You might not have superpowers,” Letters informed us quietly from where she was standing near an old painting of a lighthouse on the edge of a cliff, “but you do have a lot of regular power. Denny likes you, both of you. She’s afraid you’ll hate her now, that you’ll be disgusted by her, for what she did.” She paused briefly, eyes glancing away from us while she continued in a very soft voice. “For being like Ammon.” 

“She’s not like–” Stopping myself as I realized that Denny was the person who really needed to hear that, I took a breath before turning to start walking to the stairs. “Let’s go. If she’s in here, we have to find her. This isn’t a good place for anyone to be, let alone Denny. Especially not in the mindset she’s probably in right now.” 

Dad had taken me through a few different ostensibly scary places in the past, wanting to show me the various ways you could tell that there was nothing actually wrong. It was part of his teaching me to logically think through things and spot inconsistencies. Especially when it came to what people said and what the rest of your senses told you. He’d wanted me to learn not to let a few frightening images mixed with the power of suggestion completely take control of my brain.  Between that and the much scarier, very real life and death experiences I’d had over the past year and a half, there really wasn’t a lot that a normal haunted house could’ve thrown at me. 

But of course, this wasn’t a normal haunted house. Not in the least. As we began to make our way through the place, we all began to see half-transparent images floating along the walls and in the corners of the rooms. It was all images taken from Ammon’s memories of the horrific things he had done throughout his life. They were like bits from a video projector that was always just out of sight. And they were often better than flat images. More like holographic videos played on the windows, on the walls, or even right out in front of us now and then, as though whatever was behind these images wanted to drive home a particular point about how evil he was. The people he had killed, everyone he had tortured and destroyed, we saw it all as we slowly made our way through that mansion and looked into all the rooms we could find. Not every second of his interactions with them, but just… the highlights. Or lowlights, rather. The worst parts. We saw him kill them, we saw them beg, we saw–we saw all the terrible, horrific things that were part of Ammon’s past and had been passed on to Denny’s memories. We saw what Denny was torturing herself with through all of this. 

It was, to put it mildly, not a very fun time. The four Aspects who had been walking with us were mostly huddled together, trying not to look at the various images that kept presenting themselves to us. Flak had created a ball of fire and was making it fly in front of us to illuminate things better, but also had another, smaller fireball cupped in her left hand protectively. It seemed like she was just barely stopping herself from lashing out with that one to burn everything around us. 

Finally, as we were subjected to yet another image of Ammon pushing a girl and an old man down an elevator shaft while a bunch of people looked on in horror, Flak blurted, “So what?! That wasn’t us!” With those words, she finally reared back and hurled the ball of fire she was holding so that it went flying out to burn away the ghostly images of the screaming, falling girl. It created a very disturbing effect as the girl in the hologram seemed to be burning up while in mid-fall. “We didn’t do that! None of us did! It wasn’t us! It wasn’t her and it wasn’t us! Fuck off!” 

“Damn straight,” Bang-bang insisted. He held his hand up, speaking firmly toward his palm. “Johnny Nines.” His voice sounded odd in those words, sort of echoey and deeper than it should. A second later, a nine-millimeter pistol appeared in his hand. He saw us looking that way and gestured. “Other side of the Iesean powers, ma’am. If I touch an object and empower it with a name, I can call that name and summon the object to me. Also fits that whole ‘charge an object for a later effect’ theme my power set’s got.” 

“You named a gun Johnny Nines?” Marina realized, blinking a bit at that. 

He, in turn, shrugged. “Well, you know, guns and cars always get girl names. I wanted to switch it up.” With a cough, the boy added, “We gonna go find the chief or what? Feels like we should probably get a move on. This place is… more unsettling the longer we stay in here.”

He was right, of course. So we kept moving. Now we knew some more of what Bang-bang could do, though I was still curious about that whole ‘timed explosion’ thing. And, of course, we already knew about Flak being able to create and control fire as well as fly, and Walker was a teleporter (though given we had no idea where we were going in this place, that didn’t help as much as it might have). Finally, Letters, as she explained it while we were walking, was basically a technopath. A pretty strong one too, apparently. Which, again, didn’t help a lot in here. But she wanted to come along to help, and I was pretty sure we would need as many different… Aspects as we could get if we were actually going to convince the… first Denny that she wasn’t turning into some evil monster. 

Yeah, this whole thing was so complicated I could barely keep up with it. But all that really mattered, past all the confusing parts, was getting to Denny and talking to her. Seeing all these Ammon memories, which she had clearly locked herself up in here to torment herself with, made that even more clear than it had already been. 

The creak of a door at the end of a nearby hallway made my head snap that way. I could barely catch a glimpse of some shadowy figure standing there, visible through the crack. “Denny?” I called. “It’s us. It’s… it’s okay, we’re here to help.” 

Marina nodded. “Come on, let’s get out of here. You don’t need to torture yourself with this stuff.” 

“The torture isn’t for her,” a familiar voice quietly informed us, before the door creaked open even more, so we could see the figure standing there. A small boy with bright blond hair. “It’s for me.” 

My eyes widened dramatically, as I found myself reflexively stepping in front of Marina. “A-Ammon?” 

There was a brief pause before the figure shook his head slowly. “No. Not Ammon. I’m the one who was locked away, the one my father tried to destroy. 

“Our mother called me Theodore.”  

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-07 (Heretical Edge 2)

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A/N – If you read Summus Proelium and did not notice, there was a commissioned interlude focusing on a look at Civ-Touched in the city posted over the weekend right here

I woke up to the sound of bright, cheerful carnival music and the smell of pretzels and hot dogs. My eyes opened, as I found myself lying on hard cement. Slowly, I sat up while looking around. To one side, I could see a row of booths with various games. There was the one where you would throw rings around bottles, one where you were supposed to use a squirt gun to fill up a duck’s mouth, or another where you threw darts at balloons that were taped to a board. Looking the other way, I saw the food stand where all those delicious smells were coming from, next to a ride where you were supposed to sit in several small cars to get spun around in circles and swung from one side to the other. Near that was a carousel, which was the source of the music I was hearing. 

I was at a carnival, or a fair, or whatever. The point was, I wasn’t in the vault. And how the hell was that possible? What was going on? First, I focused on my distance-finding power, trying to check how far I was from a few different places, like my old home in Laramie Falls, or the current Wonderland place. Nothing. I got no response at all. Which was… weird. Come to think of it, I couldn’t pick up anything through my item sense either. And–no, I couldn’t make a portal. None of my powers were working. 

Turning in a circle, I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye. Someone had been poking their head up from inside one of the game booths. Spinning that way, I squinted, but they didn’t appear again. “Hey!” I called out, while starting to walk that way cautiously. I reached for my staff, but it wasn’t there. 

Actually, come to think of it, not only were my powers not working, but none of my weapons were here either. Nor any of my enchanted objects. What the hell? I checked my pockets and all my special containers, but came up empty. I had no weapons and no prepared spells. But at least that didn’t mean I was completely helpless, right? No powers and no weapons, but I still had help I could call in.

With that thought, and without taking my eyes off the booth where I had seen that glimpse of movement, I focused. Tabs, are you there? Hey, can you hear me? But there was nothing. No response. Which made even less sense. If I wasn’t in the vault anymore, I should be able to hear her, right? So what the hell was going on? Where was I? 

I was pretty sure there was at least one person around here who could tell me that, so I started moving closer to the booth. “Hey, can you come out? I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to know what’s going on, and where I am. There’s something really weird going on around…” Trailing off, I peered over the edge of the booth, before my gaze spotted a figure huddled in the corner. A fairly recognizable figure. 

“Denny?” I blurted in surprise. “Wait–” It was her, yet not exactly. The figure huddled there looked like Denny with light pink fur over her whole body, dark blue, almost black eyes that were slightly too large for her face, and rabbit-like ears. She also wore a dark blue tee shirt and baggy cargo shorts. It was like… Denny with a really good costume. Recognizably her, yet different. 

Those eyes widened, just as I felt another presence behind me. A presence I still did not pick up with my entirely non-functioning item sense. 

In mid-turn, I heard a familiar voice snap, “Get the fuck away from her!” Then I was being grabbed and yanked away from the booth before the figure threw me to the ground. I landed hard, blinking up in even more confusion.

It was Denny. Another Denny. This one didn’t have pink fur or bunny ears, but she did have greenish-brown skin that was clearly rough, and her face bulged out slightly, with pronounced fangs. She also stood a good six inches taller than normal Denny, which made her bigger than me by a couple inches. 

“Uhh, Denny?” I managed a bit blankly, my mind spinning out. What the fuck was happening? 

“I prefer Loudpound,” came the snapped retort, even as this version of Denny punched a fist into her palm. “And if you think I’m gonna let you terrorize Bijou–” 

“Wait!” Denny’s voice called out again, as I saw that pink bunny-eared version come through the booth. Her form had turned somewhat translucent, like a ghost, as she stumbled into view while tentatively managing. “Wait, I d-don’t think she wanted to hurt me.” 

My head shook quickly. “Of course I didn’t want to hurt you! I didn’t even…” Trailing off, I looked back-and-forth between them. “Who are the two of you? Why do you look different? Where are we? What’s going on?” 

The two different Dennys looked at one another. Before they could respond, I heard another voice call out from behind me. “Flick!?” 

It was Marina. She was coming around the corner of one of the booths. But as my gaze snapped that way, then turned back, the two Dennys were gone. They’d run away, or… or something. 

Picking myself up just as Marina jogged to me, I blurted, “Did you see them?” 

“See who?” she shot back. “I haven’t seen anyone. And where are we? How did we get out of the vault?” 

My head shook. “I… I don’t know. But Denny was here. I mean, two different Dennys.” To her mounting confusion, I explained what had just happened. Then I offered a shrug. “And I can’t contact Tabbris. There’s no answer. Does that mean we’re not out of the vault? But if we’re not out of the vault, where are we? And why are there two different Dennys who look different? And–” Cutting myself off, I sighed. “I’m really confused right now.” 

“Welcome to the club,” the other girl murmured. “I don’t have any of my powers either.” 

“Yeah, me neith–wait.” Stooping to pluck a small rock off the ground, I gave it a toss before focusing on stopping it. The rock just kept going. Reaching out, I touched the nearby booth and tried to inscribe an image on it. Nothing. Between those tests and the fact that I still couldn’t detect anything with my item sense… “Nope, I definitely don’t have any powers either. Now I’m even more confused.” 

Marina started to say something to that, only to interrupt herself while pointing the other way. “Denny?!” she called out in a clearly uncertain voice.

Pivoting, I found myself looking at a figure who was like Denny, if she was made out of a tree. It looked like a Relukun mixed with Denny. Or something. Needless to say, my confusion didn’t exactly lessen. 

The tree version of Denny stood next to the edge of that carousel, watching us for a moment. Then she turned and started to walk away, disappearing behind the ride. Marina and I glanced at one another before taking off to chase after her. We had no idea what was going on, but obviously she was our best lead. “Wait! Uh, Denny, or whoever, wait!” 

And yet, there was no sign of Relukun-Denny when we got there. But I did hear a loud giggle coming from nearby, and spun just in time to catch sight of something darting around the corner of another booth, into the aisle beyond the one we were in. Without wasting a second, the two of us ran that way together. I didn’t have my phone either, or I would’ve tried to call someone by that point. It was gone on with my weapons, my wallet, everything that should’ve been in my pocket. All of it was gone.

Coming around that corner, we found ourselves facing even more carnival games and rides. Straight ahead of us was the big funhouse. I barely managed to catch a glimpse of what looked like a shape disappearing through the door there. Then that giggle returned, only this time it was coming from behind us. Quite close behind us, in fact.

As one, Marina and I spun on our heels, and found ourselves staring into Denny’s face yet again. A very, incredibly small version of her face. This was a pixie version of Denny. She hovered on wings right in front of us, giggling once more before giving a cheerful wave. “Hi! How’d you guys get in here?” 

“Denny? Wait–how are you–what?” My mouth opened and shut, a whine of confusion escaping me. “Get in where? Where are we? What’s going on? Did you just… duplicate and… and shapeshift and…what?” Yeah, I was mentally flailing a bit. 

The pixie-Denny giggled again, seeming amused by my reaction. “That’s okay, you can stay as long as you like! But you better hurry up, we’re having a meeting! Denny’s in trouble!”

Well, now I was even more lost. My mouth opened to blurt something else, but the pixie was already flying away. She zoomed right past us toward the funhouse. Marina and I looked at one another and shrugged helplessly. What else were we supposed to do? Together, we ran after the pixie. 

This whole place really was a big carnival. To the left, I could see the top of the Ferris wheel, alongside a couple other tall rides. There were more games, more food stands, a restroom to one side with a drinking fountain out front, the works. It was like we were at an ordinary, everyday carnival. Except for the fact that there was no one else around besides these various different versions of Denny, of course. The place was deserted or something. Oh, and I still couldn’t contact Tabbris, so we obviously weren’t in the outside world. In which case… what?

Still feeling completely lost, I continued to follow the pixie version of Denny all the way up to the funhouse alongside Marina. There was a small hole on one side that the tiny winged figure zipped through, leaving us standing in front of the door. I still wasn’t sure this was the best idea, but then, I had absolutely no clue what was going on anyway. So, I started to reach out to open it, just as the sound of someone clearing their throat made me look over my shoulder. Unsurprisingly, and yet still bafflingly, it was yet another version of Denny. This one basically looked just like her, except she had blonde hair instead of black, and she wore glasses, along with a crisp white button-up shirt and white pants. 

Vanessa, I realized belatedly. She looked like Vanessa. Well, still Denny, but Denny dressed up like Vanessa and with matching blonde hair. 

“Sorry,” she immediately apologized while squinting up at us. “But the meeting’s starting soon, so I really need to get in there posthaste. If you don’t mind?” 

“Denny?” Marina started, voice catching a little. “Wha-what’s going on? What meeting?” 

The girl in front of us shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, I’m not Denny. I’m Letters. If you want to find her, you should come to the meeting. She needs our help.” That said, she tried to politely clear her throat again while nodding pointedly to the door. 

Taking her meeting, even if I was still lost, I opened the door and we followed her into the funhouse itself. The front entrance area led to another door where we found ourselves in the hall of mirrors. Except there was a wide-open circular area surrounded by those mirrors, where I could see more than a dozen different versions of Denny waiting. There were all the ones we’d seen already, the pixie, the Relukun, the pink bunny-eared one, the taller brownish-green armored skin one, and, of course, the Vanessa one. But I also saw a version of Denny that had somewhat gray skin and was wearing a cloak and hood skulking in a corner, another with dark blue skin along with what looked like scales along parts of her arms and legs, wearing a one-piece swimming suit and holding a trident, one with red skin and dark red hair who was floating cross-legged in the air while playing with a tiny ball of flame between her hands as she giggled quietly to herself, and yet another who looked basically identical to the real Denny but had visible scars on her face and arms, longer and more scraggly-looking hair, and wore what looked like baggy homeless people clothes. When our gazes met, she smiled and I saw her pronounced canines while a bit of fur appeared along her skin as she partially transformed into a werewolf. 

There were several more, but that was the general idea. They were all different versions of Denny, most seeming to combine her with some Alter or another. 

“Flick,” Marina started after we had taken all that in, “what’s going on?” 

“Ahem,” the blonde, Vanessa-like Denny–Letters, apparently, announced after taking her place in front of one of the mirrors, “I believe I can answer that.” 

“They’re intruders,” the brownish-green, big version of Denny–Loudpound, practically snarled. “They broke into our head without permission. So–” 

“Wait, wait, broke into your head?” I blurted. “Hold on, are you telling me this is–wait.” Absorbing that, I rocked backward on my heels. 

“I asked them to come!” That was the pink, bunny-eared version of Denny. Bijou. She cringed as everyone looked at her. “I went outside and I–and I asked them to come, but I didn’t think they would! I didn’t know they could. I didn’t–I didn’t…” 

“You went outside?” That was the pixie-Denny, sounding excited. “What was it like?” 

“Scary,” came the quiet response as Bijou shrank back a bit more. Her long ears moved to cover her eyes. “Really scary.” 

The werewolf Denny piped up with, “You couldn’t have brought them in by yourself.” She looked around the room, sniffing a couple times. “You don’t have that power.” 

“It was me,” the shadowy, gray-skinned figure I had seen with the hood and cloak announced while looking up. Her eyes were pure black. “I’m the one with the transportation powers. I just transported them inside. I thought they could help. And after Bijou asked them for help anyway, it felt like the right thing to do.” 

“You teleported us inside your mind? I mean, into Denny’s mind? I mean–” I managed, still mentally flailing. “How is that–I mean–who are you–I mean…” 

Letters raised a hand. “Ahem, as I said, I believe I can answer your questions.” She nodded toward the shadowy teleporter, then the pixie. “Walker, Bijou, all of us, we’re what you would likely call aspects of Denny’s mind. Separate personalities who exist within one host. We are each a mixture of some part of Denny herself, and pieces of the people killed by your brother, Ammon. You see, simply put, his version of the Reaper kill power allowed him to take memories from the people he killed, along with their powers. Those pieces of memory and personality combined with separated bits of Denny’s own personality, creating what you see before you. We are each our own separate person, with our own feelings, thoughts, and everything else. We simply share the same headspace. Up till now, our existence wasn’t quite so literal. We were more… quiet voices. We were half-formed, if that.” 

Before Marina or I could respond to that, the red Denny who was floating in the air with that fireball spoke up. “When she did the bad thing, she freaked out. She was afraid the bad one was taking over, so she accidentally… gave full life to all of us. Like Letters said, we existed before, but it wasn’t like this.” 

The trident-wielding blue Denny with scales gave a quick nod. “We were tiny pieces of memory and fragments of thought from the other people Ammon killed. But all of a sudden, after the bad thing, we were here. She screamed out for help inside her head, and she… pushed pieces of us together into what you see here. Pieces of her mind and the shattered personalities of people Ammon had killed, stitched together until we were our own separate personalities and everything. We could talk to each other. And play in this… carnival.” 

“She created it for us,” Letters put in. “We think, anyway. We haven’t exactly been able to talk to her yet. She’s hiding.” 

“Okay, hold on,” Marina managed. “The bad thing?” 

“Perrsnile,” I replied while watching everyone’s reaction. “They’re talking about how she killed Perrsnile to protect Dakota, right?” 

The pixie-Denny hurriedly nodded. “Uh huh! But she didn’t have a choice! She had to protect Dakota! But… but she got angry. She was really mad and she wanted to kill him. She wanted him to suffer for hurting her friend. But only for a second. Then she was umm… scared after that.” 

“She got mad and killed him. Then she was afraid that she was turning into Ammon, so she… retreated into her own head?” I managed, trying to catch up with all this. “And she basically created all of you. Or you were just sort of… given a place, or… something. What about Dakota and Sitter? Why were all three of them invisible?”

“That was me.” A new voice spoke up, as a Denny Aspect I hadn’t seen up till that point made herself visible. Sort of. She looked like a version of Denny that was made out of semi-transparent glass. Or possibly– “Crystal. I’m Crystal,” she informed us. “I have all the hiding powers. When… when Denny freaked out, I was trying to help her, so I made us–all of us, hide. We thought we were going to be in trouble. I made us invisible. Tucker made them go to sleep. Because we panicked.” 

“We all wanted to help her,” Loudpound added with a grunt. “That’s what this meeting is about, so we can figure out who should go find her.” Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. “Before you two got here, anyway.” 

I was still trying to process everything. Honestly, this whole situation was absurd, but then, what wasn’t absurd about my whole life? Sure, the idea that we had somehow been transported inside of Denny’s head and were now talking to different aspects of her personality, who had been combined with the memories of the people Ammon had killed, was a bit out there, but whatever. We’d just have to roll with that. Especially given the far more important point of–

“Denny needs us,” Marina announced, putting voice to my thoughts. “Whatever else is going on, you guys brought us in here to help find her. You said she’s hiding somewhere, so we just have to find her and talk to her, tell her that everything‘s okay.” 

Moving her bunny ears up off her eyes, where they had been flopped down to cover them through these past moments, Bijou gave a quick nod. “W-would you? She needs someone to talk to her, and we don’t think she’ll listen to us.” 

“Of course we will,” I assured her, and the rest of them. “We might be confused about a lot of this, but if Denny needs help, that’s what she’s getting. But uhh, how do we find her?” 

“We’ll help,” the werewolf-Denny put in, voice sounding firm as she straightened up. “I can try to sniff her out.” 

“And I can fly up high to look for them!” the Pixie put in before flying over to poke the fire-playing aspect. “I mean, we can!” 

“Sure, whatever,” the other floating girl replied flatly. “If it helps Denny, I’ll do it.” 

“I… I can look too,” the small bunny-like Bijou piped up, clearly nervous. “I’m really fast, and I can go through solid things, so I can look around pretty quick.” 

That general feeling was echoed by all the other aspects, as Marina and I looked at one another and shrugged once more. Whatever else was going on, we had to find Denny.

 I just hoped that when that happened, we would be able to convince her that saving Dakota by killing Perrsnile didn’t mean she was turning into a monster. 

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Four Deaths Four Killers 19-06 (Heretical Edge 2)

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The elevator doors opened once more, as I kept the blade of my staff raised and pointed toward Gliner’s throat. “Move,” I ordered. “And don’t try anything. I really wanna kill you right now, so you probably shouldn’t give me any excuse.” 

The six-eyed man, for his part, slowly backed off the elevator with his hands raised. Marina had his pistols already, but that didn’t mean the man wouldn’t have other weapons hidden away in a pocket-dimension thing that I couldn’t sense through. I was watching him like a hawk as we moved together into the room. His voice was careful. “Look, I don’t know what you think is happening right now or what you’re trying to do, but–” 

“What? What happened?” That was Archibold, straightening up from where he had been examining a nearby wall of the empty room where we had left him and Perrsnile a minute earlier. “Weren’t you going to the server room? I–” He stopped then, upon noticing the way I was keeping my staff pointed at his partner. “What?” 

“Ahem,” Perrsnile’s ghost intoned with a clear note of surprise. “I believe we may have missed something.” 

“Yeah, you did,” I agreed. “We all missed it, for way too long. But we were just on the elevator, and I figured it out. Just a few mistakes our friend here made. He would’ve gotten away with it otherwise.” With that note, I pressed the blade of my staff tight enough into his throat to draw a little bit of blood as the blue-scaled man grimaced. “Sit down,” I snarled, anger filling my voice. “I think it’s time we had a little talk about everything you’ve been up to. Then you can tell us where the girls are right now. And why you really did all this. I’m sure your partner would be very interested in finding out too, assuming he didn’t already know.”

“Already know what?” Archibold demanded. He hadn’t gone so far as to try to physically intervene, but I knew it was a near thing. Seeing a Heretic pointing a bladed staff at the man obviously made him a little jumpy. Fortunately, he was standing down, confused enough about why this was happening to keep watching. “You can’t honestly think that he was behind this.” 

A soft chuckle escaped me as I gave a faux-casual shrug. “He did almost get away with it. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even have caught it at all if he hadn’t gotten cocky.” My gaze went back to the man in question then, as I snapped, “I said, ‘sit down!’” 

He sat, most of his assortment of eyes darting around the room while the two in the center focused on me. “Look, you’ve lost your mind. Whatever you think you’ve figured out, you’re wrong. I didn’t have anything to do with this. I killed Ausesh, yes. Because she is the one who–” 

“Yeah, nice try,” I interrupted. “You’ve been loudly blaming her this entire time, just to draw attention away from yourself. But here’s the thing, it’s not gonna work anymore. Now stay right there.” To Ausesh, I added, “Can you move up on this side?” My hand gestured toward a spot to the man’s right and slightly behind him. “If you see him start to try anything, let me know. And uhh, Perrsnile, you watch the other side.” My hand gestured to a spot behind the sitting man and to his left. “Both of you keep your eyes on him. Let me know if he moves at all, even an inch. If he doesn’t want to tell us the truth on his own, we’ll see how well a certain spell can pry it out of this son of a bitch.” 

“Ahh, well, if you think that’s best.” Moving to the spot I had indicated, Perrsnile added, “Are you quite certain about this? I would not have seen Mr. Gliner as being capable of anything like this.” 

“He’s a mercenary,” I pointed out while taking a step back. “He probably got paid for it.” Even as I said that, my hand was reaching down to touch the floor. An intricate runic symbol appeared there, before I moved my hand slightly to the left to create another. “Paid a lot, most likely. I just wonder if it was before you guys started here, or if someone got to him afterward.” 

Archibold looked like he wanted to approach, but a look from Marina kept him rooted to the spot. “He is my partner, my– I would have known if he was corrupt, if he was doing something like this. You are not making any sense.” 

As my gaze passed over him, I took a few steps to one side while leaning down to create another series of symbols around the seated man. “You’re saying you didn’t know anything about it?” With those words, I rose and put my back to him to look straight at Gliner. “Didn’t share your new fortune with your partner, huh? Why, did selling a bunch of children into slavery not pay enough for two?” 

I could feel Archibold‘s eyes on my back, staring intently before he spoke carefully. “Maybe you could tell me why you’re so convinced that my partner was responsible for all this?” His voice was even and calm, but I could hear a bit of emotion behind it. As much as they had been at odds about whether Ausesh or Valdean had been responsible, the two men were still very close.

Giving Gliner a long, hard look, I rose and moved to the next spot so I could make another set of runes and slowly empower them. “Fine, I’ll start, since you’re not in the mood to. I started to work it out when we got here and there was nobody. See, Perrsnile–” I nodded absently to the ghost man while moving to make another rune. “He told us that if there’s another elevator in the area where yours is going, it’ll alert you. It didn’t say anything, so there was no elevator here, even when we started on our way from the server room. They never came to this room.” 

Archibold gave a slow, uncertain nod. “Yes, it seems to me like we covered that. They must have gone to another room first. Wasn’t that why you were going up to the server room again in the first place? You’re supposed to be checking to see where the bad guys are right now.” 

“That’ll only work if they’re somewhere that isn’t supposed to have ongoing life support,” I pointed out idly. “And if they didn’t manage to get into the system to alter one of the other rooms not to give any reports. After all, we already know that’s possible.”  

By that point, my slow movement around the seated man brought me directly behind him, as I carefully made another rune and added, “Besides, there’s no reason to go chasing those people when we have the real bad guy right here in front of me, is there?” 

Marina, who had paced around to the other side of the room, abruptly blurted, “Can we just find out where the girls are, please? I really don’t feel like playing games with this right now.” Her voice cracked a little bit, another reminder of just how much this was affecting her. She was really upset about not being there when Dakota and Denny had been in trouble. It was obvious she was blaming herself. And if anything permanent happened to them, if we didn’t find them soon, I really didn’t want to think about how she would take that. 

To be honest, I didn’t want to think about how I would take it either. We needed answers, and we needed them right now. Fortunately, that’s what this was all about. To that end, I rose a bit from my crouch while nodding. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna find the girls, I promise. Nothing else is going to happen to them.” 

With that, I paced back around to the front, studying my spellwork on the way. It was as good as I could make it. Others would’ve done better, of course. But they weren’t here right now. This was the best we could do. So, I took a breath before letting it out. “It’s been real fun, running around this vault like clueless headless chickens. But right now, I’d say it’s time we get some real answers from the person responsible for all this. Wouldn’t you say… Perrsnile?” 

As I said those words, the spell I had put together came to life. An assortment of blue, green, and purple energy rays sprang out from those runes. They wrapped not around the kneeling man in the center, but around the ghost of Perrsnile himself, who jerked in surprise before the powerful magic brought him up short and made him freeze. “Whaaaaat?!” His blurted word came as his eyes snapped toward me. 

“You can move now, buddy,” I told Gliner casually. “Sorry about the cut. Had to sell it.” To Perrsnile, I added, “Yeah, see, when I said I figured it out, I really did figure it out.” Turning, I showed him my back, where I had used my inscription power to paint, ‘This is a trick, the real bad guy is Perrsnile’ when I had turned it toward Archibold a minute earlier. That was why he had stared so intently at my back before responding. 

That done, I turned back to the small ghost man. “I could’ve held you with my power, but I wasn’t completely sure you wouldn’t be able to pull anything. Not considering how sneaky you’ve been so far. I figured it’d be better if I had this necromancy spell to keep you trapped. But I needed you to stand still while I put it together, without knowing anything was wrong. Hence that little production we just put on. You were so distracted trying to figure out why I was suddenly blaming Gliner here, and making a show of watching to make sure he didn’t try to escape, that you didn’t pay attention to the actual runes I was putting down.” 

“And you sure as hell didn’t pay any attention to me,” Marina put in from where she had maneuvered herself, “while I was over here erasing the spell you started to put down while we were gone.” 

“She means the spell you were doing to open that little gate to the outside. Which is why you had us come down here, isn’t it?” I prompted. “You know, because no living creature can get out that way. That’s what Ausesh kept saying. But a dead one, like you? Give you another few minutes and you could’ve been out of here, no problem. Which would’ve left us trapped in this place. You probably figured we’d assume you were absorbed by the orichalcum in the walls or whatever. Except the walls aren’t made of that stuff down here. Neither is the floor. Hence why I could put that spell down that’s keeping you trapped. You figured you could just waltz out of here and we’d never figure out who the real bad guy was. That or we would figure it out, but you’d be long gone by the time we escaped this place. It’s a big world out there.” 

The small, in more than one way, man opened and shut his mouth a couple times before his head shook. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, dear girl, but I did not harm those children.” 

“One, don’t call me ‘dear girl,’” I retorted. “The guy who used to call me that… well, I’d say you don’t want to end up like him, but you’re already a piece of shit who’s dead, so…you’re basically twinsies, really. And two, I know you didn’t hurt them. But you did hurt the other kids. And Mophse.” 

“Ahh, what exactly is happening?” Archibold asked with a raised hand. “I’m still confused. Are you saying that Perrsnile here was responsible for everything? How would that even be possible? You possessed him, didn’t you?” 

A very small smirk found its way to my face. “Sure, and he had the same fake memories as everyone else. It’s where that little toy of his came in. Back when we first went up to find someone who could help with the server thing, he was playing with this little circuit board thing. My guess, that’s what he used to restore his memories after we were done. He tapped into that memory adjusting system somehow, the one Ausesh told us about. He changed everyone’s memories, including his own, just before the interrogations. Then he probably had that little device he was playing with automatically restore them later. On a timer, or maybe when it detected something else, or whatever. The point is, he changed his memories while we were interrogating them. I don’t think he knew exactly how we’d get the answers, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He wanted to look innocent, so he made himself innocent. That way, he would’ve passed any magic lie detector test, any ability, any… anything. He looked innocent because he erased all his memories of being guilty. Or, well, he gave himself the same fake memories of being ‘guilty’ that everyone else had. He blended in with the rest of the crowd. Then he got his memories back, and when we came looking for someone to help with the server, that was his best chance to both figure out how much we knew, and get a way out of here.” 

The man started to say something, but I cut him off. “He’s a maintenance worker. I mean, he was, up on spaceships. He’s so small, he used to crawl around behind all the systems and get into areas no one else could. He did the same thing here. Maybe because Valdean asked him to help, maybe just on his own. Either way, he found out about the memory erasing program. Whatever drove him to it, I dunno. But he used that to sell the children in this place to those people from the outside, then erased everyone’s memory about them ever existing. It was the perfect crime and get-rich-easily scheme. Remember that really distorted video we watched? It looked like one of the kids wasn’t in a cage. He was just standing away from the adults. We thought it was just because they were using him as a prop, an example or whatever, but it wasn’t. The ‘kid’ was Perrsnile. The adult figures were his clients, the people paying him. They were standing apart because it was customers on one side, child-selling piece of shit on the other. That partner they were talking about, that was probably someone he knew from his time on one of those spaceships. My guess is they were smugglers or pirates. That’s probably how he had contacts for selling children into slavery in the first place. Things went bad, maybe because his buddies realized he was a piece of shit. Whatever it was, he ended up here somehow. Valdean probably didn’t know about his history. Or he just saw the best in him. Seems like the sort of guy he was.”

Marina took over while I silently fumed. “So, this is what really happened. This piece of shit here was making plenty of money off selling the children in this place. Then those two,” she nodded toward Archibold and Gliner, “found out that the stock of supplies for children kept being used. So they asked their friend, Mophse, about it. When Perrsnile found out, he ambushed Mophse in the sauna. Choked him from behind while he was sitting down. Probably came in through the vent there too. Got him off balance, just–” She stopped, folding her arms tightly while looking away, anger visible across her face. 

“And from there, we already know what happened,” I noted. 

“I assumed the villain was Valdean, and killed him,” Archibold quietly agreed, rocking backward on his heels at the realization of what he had done. 

Gliner, meanwhile, opened and shut his mouth before grimacing as he slowly turned to look at Ausesh’s ghost. “And I assumed the villain was you… and killed you.” 

“Yes, well, that was a mistake,” she retorted dryly, before looking at me. “What on Earth made you jump to these conclusions?” 

“I would like to know that as well,” Perrsnile put in, “given how wildly incorrect they are.” 

My eyes rolled a bit at the denial. “First of all, you were obviously lying about not remembering these guys.” I waved a hand toward the trio who should have been erased from his memory. “When we all got on the elevator to come down here a few minutes ago, you made a point of gesturing for Ausesh to move out of the middle so Archibold could stand there. Because you remembered that he gets sick if he doesn’t. You were trying so hard to come off as a gentle, nice old man that you forgot that wasn’t something you should’ve known about.” 

While the little man absorbed that mistake, I went on. “Anyway, when all that was going down, Denny and Dakota set off the alarm spell and my taboo power to try to warn us. According to Perrsnile, the girls were standing by the elevator when someone came in, grabbed them, then killed him on the other side of the room while his back was turned. He literally said he heard a sound, then something grabbed him before he could even turn around. They stabbed him, dropped him, and he heard them say the thing about taking them to Beta Cargo while he was in the middle of dying. Except we already know that’s not how it went. The girls had time to set off the alarm spell and start to use my taboo power to warn me. Dakota said, ‘killer’s bletherskate ahhh.’ Bletherskate was my taboo word, and I get one more on either side of that. She was trying to tell me something about the killer. Probably that they figured out it was him somehow. 

“Either way, they had time to do all that, even though he said all he heard was ‘a sound’ before he was grabbed and stabbed. And the whole time he was dying, he conveniently heard them talk about where they were going, but still claimed he didn’t hear Dakota give the taboo warning. Probably because he didn’t know what it meant, so he had no idea I could actually hear those words.”

Letting the others absorb all that, since I hadn’t had time to explain my reasoning before, I took a couple breaths to calm myself. Swallowing hard, I pushed on. “Beyond that, when we were on the elevator going from the rooms where Ausesh and these guys were living, the elevator didn’t warn us about there being another car in the way then either. So, according to Perrsnile’s story, these bad guys came in out of nowhere, captured the girls, stabbed him and left him to die, then took Sitter with them too on their way out and just left.” 

My voice turned firm. This was the most important part, the bit that had given it away for me. “There is no physical way that happened. We were literally already on the elevator and moving toward the server room when that alarm spell went off and I heard Dakota. If there was another elevator in the way at any point in that time, our elevator would have told us. It didn’t, so there wasn’t. When we got in the elevator and started toward the server room, everything in there was fine. We know exactly when things went wrong in there, because Dakota set off my taboo power when it happened. We know the second there was a problem, and we were on the elevator going to that room. It never warned us about another elevator in the way, so there never was one, period. There was never another elevator in the way from the time we started, all the way to when we actually arrived. Never. It wasn’t there. There was no elevator, no other group.”

Archibold shook his head. “Then who were the other villains? Who killed him?” 

“There were no other villains,” I replied flatly. “Just him. My guess, the girls figured out he was the bad guy, somehow. They set off the alarm and Dakota started to say that thing to me, but he did something. Probably hit her. That’s why she cried out.” 

“But who… ah,” Ausesh started. “The other girl.” 

“Denny,” I finished for her, nodding while looking straight at Perrsnile. “She’s the one who killed you, wasn’t she? You hurt her friend, and she lashed out. She punched right through your chest. You were the bad guy all along, and she ended you. She’s the one who killed you, to save her friend, and herself.”

“So that’s what happened this whole time,” Marina murmured. “Perrsnile killed Mophse because he was looking into the missing kids, Archibold killed Valdean because he thought Valdean killed Mophse, Gliner killed Ausesh because he thought she killed Mophse… and… and Denny killed Perrsnile.” 

“But where are the girls now?” Gliner quickly put in. “And Sitter? If there were no other villains, then–” 

“There’s only one option,” I replied. “It’s weird, but… well, they clearly didn’t go anywhere. You know what they say about eliminating the impossible. If they didn’t leave that room, they must still be in there. Come on.” Giving Perrsnile a dark look, I added, “He’s not going anywhere for awhile. Not with that spell holding him. This is more important.” With that, I turned to go back onto the elevator. Despite my words, Ausesh and Archibold volunteered to stay behind and watch him while keeping in contact with me through the whole Necromancy thing, just in case. Meanwhile, Marina and Gliner accompanied me as we took the elevator back to the server room. As soon as we arrived, I took several long steps in, passing the area I’d stood in before. Marina was right behind me. Within another couple steps, I felt it. My item sense kicked in, and I quickly turned to run to the far corner before kneeling down. My hands moved, finding three invisible forms lying there. Sitter was the easiest to identify, with his hard metal body. When I touched him, the invisibility faded away. The same thing happened as I touched the other two forms to reveal Dakota and then Denny there. Sitter and Dakota remained unconscious. When I touched the last girl, however, her eyes opened to meet mine. 

“H-help,” she managed in a voice that cracked a bit from terror and desperation. “Please help.” 

Marina dropped down on the other side of the girl, catching her hand. “Denny, it’s okay. We’re right here. What happened?” 

“Inside,” came the response. “Need help… inside.” 

“Inside where?” I asked, confused. “Who needs help?” 

Denny’s eyes met mine, as she whispered. “Inside. Please… help.” 

Before either of us could respond, there was a flash of energy that enveloped Marina and me. And then we were gone. 

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