Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 88
he was struggling to control the waves of pain going
through his body, and his hand would not let go of the
amulet that appeared on his neck just seconds after
they fell down. He didn’t even notice his wound any
more.
over her black frilly skirt and corset top instead of
changing.
The door opened with a heavy creak. Aksel
was standing there, in a white button-down shirt and
black pants. His hair was wet, and that meant it looked
more like a bird’s nest than the neat banker-esque
do he usually wore. “Hello.” He smiled somewhat
mechanically, though his eyes showed the welcome
the rest of his face didn’t.
It was so easy for Jake to curl up in a ball on
the floor and just give up. But only one could break
down at a time. Lucas reminded him that he had to be
the strong one. He gripped Patrick’s hand tightly and
took a deep breath. “Tell me we’ll bring her home,
and that we’ll get to pump that bastard so full of silver
there won’t be a piece of him that’s not melting.”
“Hi, can I come in?” Lindsey nodded in thanks
as Aksel moved away to let her through.
“We’ll bring her home, and we’ll pump that
bastard so full of silver there won’t be a piece of
him that’s not melting.” Patrick’s voice emanated
conviction and calmness. He needed to pull both of
them together if they hoped to have a chance in hell
to save themselves, let alone Margo. Zetal would not
stop coming after them. And they needed to be ready.
“Do you want juice, coffee, blood? I think I
have some in the freezer. Might be a bit old though.”
Aksel closed the door.
Patrick pushed the daggers further away on
the floor and sat Jake down. They managed to calm
Lucas down long enough to talk. “If I’m not wrong,
that was dimension magic. Which means we might
have an answer right here.” Patrick’s words made Jake
straighten up.
“What good does it do?” Lucas’s voice was
quiet. He didn’t move for all the time Patrick was
wrapping up his wound, just sitting there, leaning his
forehead on his free hand.
“Look, if we can’t bring her back from
whatever dimension that asshole put her in, we can at
least make sure he doesn’t live any longer than it takes
us to kill him.” Jake put a hand on Lucas’s arm.
door.
***
“Who is it?” A voice sounded through the
“Lindsey.” She spent her entire climb up the
narrow stairwell on the phone, getting the address for
her next stop. She left as soon as the Vuur walked out
of the bar, settling with throwing a long black coat
“Nah, I’m good.” She let her wavy red hair
down from her ponytail, and dropped her coat on a
nearby chair. His apartment was orderly as always,
white walls with grey carpeting and pale taupecoloured furniture, with a completely black marble
kitchen right to the left of the entrance. She was
certain that if she walked into the bedroom she would
find the same queen-size bed with dark-blue bedding
and the heavy oak desk with a small laptop on it, and
the three wall-sized bookshelves filled with books
and scrolls. The same completely grey bathroom with
a shower and a bathtub. Every single item was also
probably in the same place. She always wondered how
the hell he managed to be so obsessively neat and not
be crazy. And then she noticed Aksel was tired. His
long pale face had a slight shadow to it, as if someone
had brushed a low opacity grey filter over it. He
looked like one of Mike’s soft photographs.
“I was wondering when you were going to
show up.” Aksel placed his hands in his pockets. “Ted
told me you were there.” Aksel waited patiently by the
door for her to settle down. She was always moving so
that was no easy task. He learned a long time ago that
the only one that could make Lindsey stand still was
Lindsey herself.
“I figured, he tells you everything.” Lindsey
plopped down on one of the couches. She had to resist
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