r e t u r n

a sharp hiss, something pops behind my eyes flashbang searing white heat smoke

where

 

 

 

 

 

am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the chamber. I’m in the chamber.

 

“Jesus FUCK!”

 

 

 

I’ve got about sixty seconds before this thing goes earthquake mode and I come out

 

 

 

somewhere.

 

 

My only hope is that I’m somewhere, anywhere, that you are, too.

Amara.

I’m almost there, baby.

 

My hands go to work on the straps, adjusting the loops for my arms, then I’m sitting. My feet are locked in. Left wrist, secure. Slide in the right, lean.

L E A N

 

Fuck. This was easier at home.

 

So my right wrist isn’t completely secured. What’s the worst that could happen?

 

My eyes are flooded with stop-motion frames: man being ripped apart. Man in pieces. Walls covered in blood. Chunks. of. Parts. of. Hair. of. Teeth. Of. Gnashing.

of me.

Fuck. I try again. My teeth catch the strap and I jerk my neck back hard.

 

Success!

 

The chamber is silent. As in, completely.

No noise. Anechoic.

 

 

 

 

n    o    t    h    i    n     g

 

 

 

Sweat rolling down my forehead is what I’m feeling. My heart racing. Bump-bump-bump in my ears.

 

Baby. Please. If you can hear me, hold on.

 

If this is the last time I die, will I know?

If it was permanent, would I remember

 

you?

life?

anything?

 

 

My jaw clicks. Teeth grinding. Any second.

Any second I’m going to fffffffffff e e l

 

 

 

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