I want you and your friends to take me back to Kirk right fucking now!”
“I can't do that.”
His eyes sank to her bel y.
She pul ed the sword back and pressed it against her
stomach.
“Is this what you fucking want? Huh?”
“Maggie!”
“I didn't ask for this! I didn't fucking want this! I can make
it al go away.”
“Maggie, right now—”
“I said stop saying my name! What are you, a fucking
shrink?!”
CLIPPED 120
“What's in your bel y is the only hope your world has right
now.”
“This isn't real,” she whined. “It isn't real.”
She lowered the sword.
Kinzer stayed back, his arms at his side, signifying that he
wasn't going to attack.
“I know you weren't asked to do this. And I know it's not
fair. But Maggie, if you don't come with us, those guys back there are going to find you and then you're real y going to have shit to deal with.”
Dedrus stepped behind Kinzer. “Do I need to get some
rope?” he asked.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Maggie barked.
“Can you not help?” Kinzer asked, shooting Dedrus a severe glare. Tears rushed down her face. She glanced between Kinzer
and Dedrus, her eyes wild, frantic.
“This isn't happening,” she said. “It can't be.”
“Yes, it is,” Kinzer said in as calm a voice as he could manage
under the circumstances. “It's happening, and we have to get you somewhere safe.”
She shook. Dropping the sword, she fel to her knees in a
patch of grass and weeds.
Kinzer approached her.
“Why me?” she cried, her head sinking into her hands.
He knelt beside her, set his hand on her shoulder.
121 Devon McCormack
“I just need to get back to Kirk. He's gonna be so mad. He
gets mad when I'm gone too long. He gets real mad. Am I being
punished? Why is this happening?”
“I know this might not seem very helpful right now,” he
said. “But what's happening inside you is the most important event in al of creation. We have the power to save your world from the most painful, agonizing apocalypse you can conceive of. We can't do this without you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pul ing him close,
trembling.
“I didn't want it. I didn't ask for it.”
As much as Kinzer wanted to console her, he knew that
there was little he could do. She was right. She hadn't asked for this burden, and now she was a mortal, caught up in a world that was
far beyond her ability to comprehend. It wasn't fair, but it was her lot, and Kinzer could only hope that she was willing to go along with their mission, if only to simplify the heinous ordeal that surely lied ahead.
~
The thick, humid air made Kid feel like he was walking through a sauna. The sun burned against the back of his neck. Sweat soaked a rim around his shirt col ar. Treycore didn’t appear to be nearly as affected by the climate. Kid presumed this was a benefit of being an immortal.
CLIPPED 122
He and Treycore had been walking through the jungle since
dawn. Now midday, it was becoming unbearable.
And Kid was already on edge. What little sleep he’d
managed to get the night before had been laced with nightmares—
flashes of his time at Jerry’s. He was tending to clients. He was being ravaged by them. Then there was Daddy, his fingers wrapping
around his throat, his belt slapping into his ass, his dick invading his hole. And Kid, just a child, screamed out, begging him to stop. As Kid had roused from the hel acious sleep, he’d felt that even though he would never have to live like that again, it would stil always be a part of him. It would stil haunt him till the day he died.
Treycore broke through foliage with a stick, making a path
for he and Kid.
How long were they going to have to trek through this
jungle? They’d already been walking for hours. Kid had a burning question on his mind, but he’d been worried that it was so obvious that it would sound moronic. At this point, he didn’t care. He’d been walking through this stupid jungle for too long
“I can't do that.”
His eyes sank to her bel y.
She pul ed the sword back and pressed it against her
stomach.
“Is this what you fucking want? Huh?”
“Maggie!”
“I didn't ask for this! I didn't fucking want this! I can make
it al go away.”
“Maggie, right now—”
“I said stop saying my name! What are you, a fucking
shrink?!”
CLIPPED 120
“What's in your bel y is the only hope your world has right
now.”
“This isn't real,” she whined. “It isn't real.”
She lowered the sword.
Kinzer stayed back, his arms at his side, signifying that he
wasn't going to attack.
“I know you weren't asked to do this. And I know it's not
fair. But Maggie, if you don't come with us, those guys back there are going to find you and then you're real y going to have shit to deal with.”
Dedrus stepped behind Kinzer. “Do I need to get some
rope?” he asked.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Maggie barked.
“Can you not help?” Kinzer asked, shooting Dedrus a severe glare. Tears rushed down her face. She glanced between Kinzer
and Dedrus, her eyes wild, frantic.
“This isn't happening,” she said. “It can't be.”
“Yes, it is,” Kinzer said in as calm a voice as he could manage
under the circumstances. “It's happening, and we have to get you somewhere safe.”
She shook. Dropping the sword, she fel to her knees in a
patch of grass and weeds.
Kinzer approached her.
“Why me?” she cried, her head sinking into her hands.
He knelt beside her, set his hand on her shoulder.
121 Devon McCormack
“I just need to get back to Kirk. He's gonna be so mad. He
gets mad when I'm gone too long. He gets real mad. Am I being
punished? Why is this happening?”
“I know this might not seem very helpful right now,” he
said. “But what's happening inside you is the most important event in al of creation. We have the power to save your world from the most painful, agonizing apocalypse you can conceive of. We can't do this without you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pul ing him close,
trembling.
“I didn't want it. I didn't ask for it.”
As much as Kinzer wanted to console her, he knew that
there was little he could do. She was right. She hadn't asked for this burden, and now she was a mortal, caught up in a world that was
far beyond her ability to comprehend. It wasn't fair, but it was her lot, and Kinzer could only hope that she was willing to go along with their mission, if only to simplify the heinous ordeal that surely lied ahead.
~
The thick, humid air made Kid feel like he was walking through a sauna. The sun burned against the back of his neck. Sweat soaked a rim around his shirt col ar. Treycore didn’t appear to be nearly as affected by the climate. Kid presumed this was a benefit of being an immortal.
CLIPPED 122
He and Treycore had been walking through the jungle since
dawn. Now midday, it was becoming unbearable.
And Kid was already on edge. What little sleep he’d
managed to get the night before had been laced with nightmares—
flashes of his time at Jerry’s. He was tending to clients. He was being ravaged by them. Then there was Daddy, his fingers wrapping
around his throat, his belt slapping into his ass, his dick invading his hole. And Kid, just a child, screamed out, begging him to stop. As Kid had roused from the hel acious sleep, he’d felt that even though he would never have to live like that again, it would stil always be a part of him. It would stil haunt him till the day he died.
Treycore broke through foliage with a stick, making a path
for he and Kid.
How long were they going to have to trek through this
jungle? They’d already been walking for hours. Kid had a burning question on his mind, but he’d been worried that it was so obvious that it would sound moronic. At this point, he didn’t care. He’d been walking through this stupid jungle for too long
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