Topic: Casualty

FinMack

Date: 2017-06-06 16:36 EST
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They were whispering shadows that slithered down the spine of every thought; wavering mirages that plagued his dreams. They echoed in every ringing strike against the anvil.

They filled the silent moments, too.

?Wha? d?ye think they are??

?I?m not sure, yet, but we can find out.?

Those words had calmed him as Annie?s cool control washed over his frayed edges.

?They?re coordinates, Fin. Latitude and longitude. They mark a specific location.?

?Location? Where??

?Depends on which world they?re for. I have a way to narrow it down.?


Later, Fin found himself on his sofa. There was no recollection as to how he got there, a cigarette in one hand and a small metal token in the other. The pad of his thumb pressed against the warmed metal until nail beds were white and his hold trembled. A threat of bile soured his mouth, spurring him to action.

When next he graced his couch, the badge of violence was worn proudly, a satisfied smile smeared across bloody lips and teeth.