The Watchboy’s monotone voice echoed between the close walls of the street. “You are in violation of ordinance three, two, four, one, dash, five, six…” The numbers continued without inflection. I’d never heard a Watchboy speak before. It sounded so unreal, inhuman. As the kid finished the sequence, Christian turned and spit on the ground between them.
Max opened the box, and the marker told him that if he picked any other color he was a dead boy. The marker was absolute black and flashing bright like a TV screen stuck in the instant of being turned off. Static prickled Max’s fingertips when he touched it. “What color are you called?” Max asked.
I want to tell her about the rancid air. About the stinking, decaying bodies of the men and the woman who broke into our house. How much worse it is outside. How there are bodies lying on the road: adults, children, animals. Unrecognizable.
We stepped into a burned, ravaged town exploding with guerrilla warfare. Infantry soldiers in full body armor fired weapons that emitted devastating pulses of plasma energy. I was in the midst of it, in the flesh! It would be one thing if Death had brought me along in non-corporeal form but I was actually there. I guess he wanted me to get the full effect, which I did.
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Spellman’s eyes returned to Orway, burned into him. “Don’t worry. Like mine, your death will be painless. The blowing out of a flame in a dark room.”
When the man shuddered and closed his eyes, the nurse started to cry.
Have you ever witnessed something so unbelievable, it skewed your entire perception of reality?
This world no longer looked the same to me, as if an invisible layer had been ripped off the surface. There was nothing left but dread, an eerie feeling of foreboding that came in every breath. I couldn’t shake it. There was a reason the Han’sharri showed us what they did.