Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
The second scene that Annette was taken to was a far different one. Instead of being in a dingy alley with a dead body, she was now in a dark, cold room.
“Can whoever is doing that at least give me a warning before you send me through?” She asked to no one in particular.
Nearby, she could hear whimpering in an even darker corner of the room. A quick glance around showed her that she was in somebody’s basement.
Annette had expected the third room to be made up in some sort of bronze or copper color, in keeping with the wallpaper theme of the other two, but it wasn’t.
Instead, the walls in this room looked to be made of dark, solid wood. Affixed to them were several holy relics that put Annette on edge just to look at.
This time, it was the body of Horse-Face’s companion that occupied the chair in the center. Annette quickly assumed it wasn’t actually him inhabiting the body, however.
Annette tried not to yelp as she felt the poke of The Builder’s knife in her back. On either side of her stood the remaining two assistants, who’d had both their share of jabs already.
“Hey, you know what might get us to move faster?” She asked her deranged spouse while turning her head to look at them. “Actually letting us go look. You know, instead of leading us around like cattle?”
Her request just agitated them even more. They sheathed their knife, only to step forward and smack her against the face with the back of their hand.
Waiting for the group to come back proved to take too long.
Amelia left her spot by the window to get ready for bed. Some time earlier, her sister had retreated into Emit’s library, looking for any helpful clues.
She had been in there for so long, without so much as a bathroom break. Amelia was beginning to get quite worried. Continue Reading
“Boy, when’d you get a hold of that?” As everyone was once again walking through the hidden passage, following Ox-Head, Dennis took note of what Shark managed to stick under his arm.
Holding it up, Shark looked over the book, and shrugged. “Oh, this? I don’t know, Sinbad had it with him. I guess it was important.”
Indeed, the book that he had gave off an air of great value. The sun emblem that shone on the cover looked like it was made of pure gold. Shark was certain he had to be careful with it.
(We now return to our irregularly scheduled literary garbage…)
Annette could only hope that the story about who the clones were would at least get through Sinbad’s mind. She made sure to be as clear as she could in disclosing Julian’s true parentage.
Each word she said, though, Sinbad and the others became increasingly disturbed. Annette had expected that reaction, but certainly not to the degree she was seeing.
“Look, I get you’re not going to believe me on this, but…” Interestingly, Sinbad’s reaction wasn’t just anger. It was more disbelief and anger.
“Don’t go that way!” Horse-Face’s companion tried in vain to keep up with the fleeing group. Not even lifting up the bottom of his cloak to keep his feet clear seemed to help.
Annette could only stand where she was as she, The Twin, and Ox-Head watched the young man go as far as he could before he tripped. It was only then that Annette ran over to help him.
“You all right, kid?” She almost didn’t notice that his hood had flipped off his head.
Marc was still trembling profusely as he was gently laid onto the table in the hidden room. Everyone else surrounded him and tried to get him to calm down.
“You’re gonna be all right, Marc,” Harwood told him as he gently smoothed out his hair.
“Yeah, bro!” Sinbad added as he stood at Marc’s side. “Don’t let something like a severed arm be what does you in!”