“I seen some guy get whacked just now… I was about to run away even when I tripped over this asshole,” said HC, pointing at Thesus. “Are you assholes cops?”
“Who died?” asked Thesus. He tried to breathe in but faltered. Whatever the spell was that removed his “glamour” as his brother called it was still working its magic upon his body.
“OH, man, see for yourself!” protested HC. He pointed at the far wall across from them.
There was a large group of what could only be described as shady men standing around two younger men. One lay in a pool of blood and the other kneeled on the floor, half-laying on the body and openly weeping.
Thesus recognized the technique the shady men were using because as he looked at it his dead ear was being whispered into by a voice he had long missed but was now growing tired: his brother Raven’s voice. And of course his brother was gloating about being much greater at it then anyone ever could be.
The shady men were vampries or a good majority of them were. Lesser ones. Darklings. Amongst them must have been at least one ranking vampire because he could not be seen but the group circled his unseen presence like a ring. Only the ranking vampire’s laughter could be registered.
“What happened?” Paul wondered.
Exasperated, HC repeated himself “see for yourself!” He knocked his knuckles onto the floor. Then he spoke “show them what I just saw!”
Like a scene recorded upon a video tape, the scene abruptly went backwards. Rewound, then the final moments of Billy’s career as a vice officer became revealed.
SKIPPING AHEAD or WHATEVER.
“Forgive me, friends,” Thesus said. “I have no idea how it is we could have wound up like this or how any of you could met each other.”
“We’re in limbo,” HC said as if it were the most perfectly obvious thing in the world. “Regular rules of time do not apply here.”
“What do you mean?” asked Paul.
“Clocks tend to melt here if you know what I mean,” put in HC. He sighed. “You know, I think I been here long enough.” He stood, reached into his pocket of his trench coat, and produced a key. He reached forward with the key and nothing happened. Cursing, he dropped the key in Thesus’ lap. “Guess that one belongs to you.” A second key once produced caused him to disappear in a puff of pot smoke.
Goz groaned from where he lay. He sat up, took his hair off his head, and rubbed at the sweat on his bald dome underneath before replacing the wig. “I miss my armor.”
“You’re also missing a bath,” put in Thesus. He laughed at the sour look his friend gave him.
“You dig on me for some comment I made years ago? I am King now, have you forgotten?” Goz complained.
“I have no recollection of you saying anything… was I at the corrinnation?” Thesus wanted to know.
“Nobody cares,” came a reply.
“What did you say?” Paul asked the wall thru which HJ gone.
“It’s gone on too long and nobody has bought into the story.”
Said HJ’s voice through the wall.
“Now that you mention it, I don’t think I was part of this story to begin with…” says Paul.
Thesus considers this in silence. “I don’t think I was supposed to literally dead either.”
“It isn’t your fault, child,” says another voice. “Your story just wasn’t very interesting to the author.”
“I am in control,” said a more familiar voice. “I was cut from much of the story because I was a bad influence on you.”
“Raven?” asked Thesus. “Are you here as well?”
“I am not where you are, I cannot be trusted with such a thing.”
“Our souls have been claimed, yet there was much we were supposed to do in the story so here we are.”