Tic
Mayganne
didn't know what the hell was going on, but she knew her world, this
current version of the world, just got wilder. Not because of a shift
in reality, but due to a major factor named Max.
Ever
since he came into the fold, strange things had begun to unravel as
if the cosmic cloth had a tear. She was going to get to the bottom of
things one way or another.
She
knew that she was being followed, but she couldn't see who it was or what
they wanted. She figured them to be suits of some kind; maybe one of
the Alphabet Soup group that had received some word of a fringe cult.
First
Luger had disappeared. Then Donnelly too; the strange part that he
wasn't answering his cellphone either. It seemed like they were being
picked off one by one. She had wanted to confide in Mother before
doing what she thought needed to be done.
She
checked her long coat once again for the feel of the .38 like it was a
cobra ready to strike.
Max
Cube must die.
20131117
DAY SIX 13:09 PM
Yggdrasil
All around them the roots of the massive skyscraper tree churned, coiling like dragons, rising and falling like tidal waves. The bark twitched like veins, the branches arched up into the impossibly vast night, interstellar winds tangling them amongst stars, galaxies and comets snared like kite-strings.
"Just keep the candles lit!" Max shouted to the reverend. The air was raw with the sound of crows, their prophetic wings, their rough warnings.
"The stones... They're starting to... they're turning into smoke!" Father Donnelly shouted back. Each little stone had cost them two dollars at Witch Way To Go. The candles were three dollars each, and Donnelly was having a hell of a time scampering back and forth to each point of the pentagram with Max's lighter as the flames guttered in the tempestuous air.
"That means he's starting to manifest!" Max stared up at the World Tree. Cracks started to rip open in the trunk, light shining forth, like a violent aurora borealis. The light seemed to illuminate a figure sprawled against the huge trunk, invisible before. A massive man, bound, bleeding, one-eyed. The veins in the bark suddenly snapped into angled shapes - Donnelly recognized some of them from jewelry he had seen, some type of runes - and the crows' voices became like thunder.
Max had told him they were going to meet with a contact, one that might have some clues as to how to deal with LEGACY. This wasn't exactly what the reverend had in mind.
Max turned to look at Donnelly. "Father, meet the AllFather."
All around them the roots of the massive skyscraper tree churned, coiling like dragons, rising and falling like tidal waves. The bark twitched like veins, the branches arched up into the impossibly vast night, interstellar winds tangling them amongst stars, galaxies and comets snared like kite-strings.
"Just keep the candles lit!" Max shouted to the reverend. The air was raw with the sound of crows, their prophetic wings, their rough warnings.
"The stones... They're starting to... they're turning into smoke!" Father Donnelly shouted back. Each little stone had cost them two dollars at Witch Way To Go. The candles were three dollars each, and Donnelly was having a hell of a time scampering back and forth to each point of the pentagram with Max's lighter as the flames guttered in the tempestuous air.
"That means he's starting to manifest!" Max stared up at the World Tree. Cracks started to rip open in the trunk, light shining forth, like a violent aurora borealis. The light seemed to illuminate a figure sprawled against the huge trunk, invisible before. A massive man, bound, bleeding, one-eyed. The veins in the bark suddenly snapped into angled shapes - Donnelly recognized some of them from jewelry he had seen, some type of runes - and the crows' voices became like thunder.
Max had told him they were going to meet with a contact, one that might have some clues as to how to deal with LEGACY. This wasn't exactly what the reverend had in mind.
Max turned to look at Donnelly. "Father, meet the AllFather."
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