Mother Mercy

I find religion a fun thing to gawk at from time to time. The many different forms it takes always make me chuckle. From good versus evil, rebirthing, and taking money to the next plane of existence, all such foolish ideas… Although I have to respect some of the darker parts of religion, it makes for a good story.

But why do I laugh in the faces of these helpless believers? Because I know what truly lies unseen… I pray to Mother Mercy for forgiveness on my very existence; one look at her could cause your brain to rip in two and a feasting nest to scoop out your insides, tendrils ripping out every juicy piece of meat you own.

I’ve cut all ties with my family and friends; they called me insane, and they said I made up this whole elaborate story to cover up the fact that I have cuts all over my arms.

I don’t cut myself because I’m in pain; I cut myself for when Mother Mercy comes,

I hope she recognizes my blood and devotion to her, unlike the rest of this doomed world.

She is more than just an insane thought from a dejected and depressed black-hearted person such as the old me. Her reality has immense gravity, which will pull in the worthless scum of the earth into her gaping, unrelenting maw. I will bow before her and praise her kindness from her wicked heart. She is loving in an abstract and enchanting manner; she is Mother Mercy…

“Child… You have proven to be a devoted youngling, spending all your time appeasing me and my hunger. Do not fret. I have something special for you… Your devotion and fiery spirit will prepare a new generation for the world after the great culling; you will be rewarded immensely, young one, a healthy and fulfilling life awaits…”

I jolt up as my heart pounds out of my chest. I try calming myself with some deep breathing and releasing my body’s tension, yet it is no use… I take to prayer to relax my unnerved body, placing my middle finger on the upper bridge of my nose and the two adjacent fingers under my eyes reciting:

“In this world of strife and great mysteries, Mother Mercy, grant me hope with ease.

With strength in my heart, I’ll face what fate dictates, for the great culling, I’ll conquer its weights.”

My breathing begins to stabilize, and my heart slows. I take a deep breath and oddly feel something pouring down my eyelids.

I hastily leave the bed and stand in front of my mirror to watch my crimson liquid gradually pour out of my eyes. As I slowly leak from my tear ducts, a pitch-black hole steadily forms in the middle of my forehead; a deep purple swirl accompanies the nothingness.

It doesn’t hurt, but it makes me lightheaded; I’m straining to keep upright…

As this hole stops growing, an ornate knife begins to float out. The handle is covered in planets, stars, & celestial beings; it has an unearthly quality… I take a second to gather my strength and clench the knife.

“My child, the first task I give you and only you – to stab yourself in the heart.

If you are truly loyal, the knife will not kill you but bestow upon you a great gift to continue your godly work, youngling.”

I take a deep breath and exhale as I plunge the knife into my chest. The blade somehow passes through my ribcage and straight into my heart.

My mind goes blank as I begin to faint; when I hit the floor, it shatters like a mirror.

I continue sinking in a limitless, inky black void; I have no control over my body.

It persists in leaking out a deep red, yet slowly turns to purple…

“My child, you continue to amaze me. Keep this up, and the prophecy may be yours…

Now, for your gift, you have given me direct access to your soul.

I will link us –

let you use some of my power. To convert the feeble-minded to be slaves for you, and the rest to show them my wrath or warm embrace… Use it wisely…”

I awake on the cold pharmacy floor. I can tell by the shelves and their contents.

I pick myself up and pocket the knife, meandering to the lone store clerk…

He gives a funny look, raising an eyebrow, yet he continues

“H-Hello, how may I help?” the young man shakily asks, tapping insensitively.

“Do you have cameras in this store? Would be a shame if somebody robbed you…’

I implied with a devious smile forming on my mouth.

His hand starts to reach under the counter, and with this, I close my eyes and channel something fierce…

It feels like a volcano erupting as something shoots out of my arm; all I can hear are his muffled screams. I let Mother Mercy guide my hand as I slowly infiltrate his mind from all angles.

I pierce his psyche and begin to meld it to my will… Not my will, but our will, on Mother Mercy’s behalf, using her gift and power for its purpose.

After a minute or two of poking around, I get a secure connection – now I can truly begin the warping, making him a slave to the cause. I replace the love of his life with the godly love of Mother Mercy, drain out every inch of self-desire, put every drop of loyalty and motivation into pleasing Mother Mercy’s wishes, and remove every source of happiness other than the sweet love of Mother Mercy.

He is now inaugurated, and his soul belongs to Mother Mercy… I open my eyes to see ethereal purple transcendent tentacles rearing back from the newly enslaved individual;

he has a cosmic swirl in the back of his eyes…

I look around to see the camera in the top right corner, staring me down

“Could you turn off the cameras and delete the footage?” I mused, pondering the possibilities of an all-out war against the government.

“I-I can turn them off, b-but only the boss has the password,” he anxiously offers, again tapping his finger on the desk.

“Nothing’s safe if you break it hard enough…” With that, he walks into the back room, followed by grunts and bashing against metal.

The cops will be looking for him, especially since the computer is currently being smashed to pieces. I might as well frame it as a robbery… I shoot out another celestial spike, rupture the camera, take the money from the cash register, and slightly knock things around to make it feel like a tussle. The cashier steps out with a big grin from ear to ear.

“It is done! No more camera footage!” he exclaims, crossing his arms.

“Very good, very good. Although, I had a thought – fingerprints. We should burn this place down… I’d like to keep them busy while they sift through the wreckage,” I say with a devious grimace as I take out a lighter. His eyes widen, and a crazed smile forms on his face.

“I never liked this godforsaken place, nor this dead-end job! There’s plenty of rubbing alcohol around here. I can gather them up and light this place to smithereens!” he beamed with a maniac twinge and feral look in his eye.

While the newly appointed grunt “Hyatt” gets crazed by the second, he gathers all the flammable items in the pharmacy and sets them in a pile. While he forages around, I cut off the power and the backup generator to keep the sprinklers from ruining the fun.

And, with a flick of the lighter, the pile is set ablaze as we exit the building; easy as pie…

“You got a car, right?” I inquire, trying to distance myself from the vigorous fire

“Of course! Here are the keys, mistress!” he yammered, cuffing the keys in his palms and making some sort of bowing pose.

“Uh – Mistress?” I question, hesitantly taking the keys from his sweaty palms

“Yes! Mistress, a woman of power and authority!” he assures with a goofy, deranged smile creeping up his face.

“M-Mam will do just fine…” I conclude, sauntering up to the car and getting in.

“Where are we headed?” he grinned with his instability cracking his visage

“To my house. I need to grab some things, then we’ll go to the hideout,” I elaborate, backing out of the parking space. The gloomy morning contrasts with the raging fire in the little pharmacy… The little pharmacy that could.

“Hyatt”

“Yes, mam?”

“Could you take a chill pill? Your crazy ass is going to get us caught,” I asserted,

navigating through the back roads of this shit-hole city.

“Sorry, madam, I’m just so elated to have a meaningful purpose! But yes, I will keep myself contained for Mother’s sake,” he avowed, dimming his smile and ironing out his posture…

“My place is only a few minutes away. I need you to dump this car out into

the river next to us – just make sure you jump out before you plunge into the icy depths,” I shared, halting the car and lining it up for the dunk of her lifetime.

“Hyatt, she’s all yours; if you got anything of value, now’s the time to grab it.

Just remember I’m not carrying anything.” Hyatt nods and transfers to the driver’s seat.

His grip on the wheel shows ferocity, ready to send her over the edge.

With a rev of the engine, he floors it off the meager hill and into the river, and at the last moment, he manages to jump out and flails spectacularly into a rock,

ending with a sickening thud against the cold earth. I turn over the half-consciousness body of Hyatt to see blood pouring from his skull. I rest my palm on the fracture and close my eyes,

letting Mother Mercy heal him.

I feel this burning sensation rise from my lower chest and into the top of my lungs,

expelling out of my palm and into Hyatt’s bloodied face. Revealing the world, I see Hyatt’s eyes go purple and dilated to a fine point. The blood and wound have seemingly disappeared, yet I think Hyatt is closer to whatever lunacy he was careening towards.

“Are you alright? Hyatt?”

“Mother Mercy – she’s beautiful…” Hyatt softly mumbles,

staring at the sky with what little lucidity he has left, eyes gaining an ethereal, otherworldly quality.

“Yes, she is… Now, come on, your job isn’t over yet. Mother Mercy still needs you.”

I urged, clenching his shoulders and hoisting him up. He stumbles around for a second, however,

he gets control of his balance and follows my lead.

Around eight minutes of trekking gets us back to my place for a quick pit stop. I fill my backpack with all the necessary equipment that I will need for the hideout, mainly books and other religious stuff related to Mother Mercy. I clench the ritual knife and draw it out,

I think I should pray…

Hyatt sits quietly on the couch, still drained from the healing process…

He awaits my next orders, yet I know he’s bound to break at any second.

He’d make for good sacrifice material; he’s got the spirit for it… A suicide mission could also work. He’s very invested in the cause; maybe if I need him to fend off any cops or, hell,

even go in and massacre them, it buys me time and throws off the heat.

“Hyatt, they’re going to be looking for you. You’ll need to stay at the hideout and protect it with your life. There are some important relics around that could give us an edge;

of course, it’s got all you could want: plenty of food and water, power, and such. If you are as devoted as you seem, you can also do some reading; the more you know, the better.”

I expound, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“Y-Yes, mam, whatever you need, I-I am at your whims,” he stammered as his body gradually began to shake violently. I set my drink down and meander over to the shaken man, gently laying my hand on his shoulder and locking eyes.

“Let me get you something to eat, then we’ll be off,” I say with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

We finish lunch, drive to the city’s outskirts, and enter the forest.

“The hideout is deep in the woods. Luckily, I know a secret path that can take us there.

I’m warning you, though, it’s treacherous and tricky,” I denoted, clearing out some shrubbery.

“Have you trapped it?” Hyatt speculated, glancing at the overgrown and forgotten forest.

“No, but that’s a good idea. Some bear traps would work wonders… Oh! T-There’s a – uh, a-a cabin! Around here that looked left in a hurry, it belonged to some old trapper guy; we might find some traps there!” I exclaimed in a whacking frenzy

“I-If you show me where it is, I can try looking around; I can also map out this path and mark the location of the traps for you,” Hyatt added, following me into the forest.

“How about this? I make the map, and you’ll search around in the cabin, placing and marking whatever traps you set on the path,” I hastily vocalized, seething over the possibilities.

“T-That would do – I just need some rest.”

“Of course! I take care of all my fellow Mercy Seekers.”

“Mercy Seekers?”

“Yes! A person looking to survive the great culling, to gain Mother Mercys – well, mercy!”

“Huh… My mind has been a bit jumbled; I have no clue what’s going on.

Other than to please Mother Mercy’s wishes and hopefully continue on, I’m brand new.”

Hyatt conferred, staring at the ground in thought.

“That’s alright, you have the potential to become my right-hand man.

You seem to have accepted Mother Mercy into your life; you were on the brink of insanity,

yet you reeled yourself back in. I know it’s a boring job protecting some little hideout. However, it’s more than that; it’s the previous devotee’s chambers. Protect it with your life, and it will grant knowledge that will take you to the highest ranks. Mother Mercy may reward you for being a big cog in her plans,” I elaborate, stepping over a fallen tree.

“What’s life going to be like after the culling?” Hyatt murmured, ducking under thorny vines

“Dunno, heard it’s going to remove all the people Mothery Mercy doesn’t see fit.”

“What is that going to do exactly?”

I pause as the question rattles in my mind.

“Unless Mother Mercy is going to change us, we’re still flawed,” Hyatt reiterated with a quizzical look painting his face. An abnormal sense of deja vu flutters in my mind like a newly-born butterfly sprouting its wings for the first time.

A flash of memories floods back to me. Have I been in this same place before?

Have I been asked this question before? I don’t remember who I am…

One day, I just woke up… I don’t have a past…

“Hey, your going pale. Are you feeling alright?”

“I – fuck, you never told me your name.”

“Just come here. Let me hold you up.”

“Damn, looks like I got to carry you.”

“There’s no way I can carry you back to the car.”

“I hope that this hideout place of yours is nearby.”

“You still with me? What? Uh – I don’t think a doctor can even help you.”

“Still got a pulse, though, good enough for me.”

“Thank fuck, I hope that’s it.”

“Mother fucker! Locked? I don’t think so!”

“Ah – hope one of these works… Probably this old culty key – yep, in we go!”

“Wow, it’s nice in here. really chilled the place out, got the Christmas lights and everything.”

“Looks comfy enough, squishy too”

“Huh – I’m going to need more than some over-the-counter pills; funny,

we burned the closet pharmacy nearby, don’t think it will help anyways…”

“You stay here. I’m going to find some sacred text or something.”

“Well, it says here that you’re in a cosmic coma. That’s the dumbest name since sliced bread,

but, uh – it’s not looking so good. From what it reads, Mother Mercy did it herself,

I’d have to appease her wishes to break the lock…

Worst of all, in one week, the feasting will commence.”

“Somethings off…”

“There another way…”

“I know you can hear me; you are still aware, just living in the moment.”

“You aren’t connected to any other senses. Even so, I hope my voice alone can comfort you.”

“I – I-I get these flashes – flashes of being in a different job, flashes of some dinner party, flashes from everyday ordinary things to… T-Time with you…”

“I think their memories of a previous life… Maybe not a different life per se,

more like a different time… I-I know nothing about you, despite that,

I can bet a million on your name being Zephora.”

“Hope you don’t mind, but I must know if I’m going insane…”

“Okay, here’s your wallet; your ID should be here… Zephora Riverside

fucking knew it. These flashes have been getting longer and more vivid…

The more it happens, the more real it feels. The love I shared with you is bleeding into this reality.”

“Now I have to save you against some godly entity; I can’t let her have you…”

“There’s a ritual; translating it, you get the name “Tendril Severance Rite.”

I-It is very dangerous. I – I have to expel your soul by stabbing you in the chest,

then cut Mother Mercy’s tendrils off, place your soul back in, and now worry about the wound.”

“This… I have to use the knife Mother Mercy gave you; I can’t leave it in…

More room for error… In my search, I’ve found another useful ritual. It is smaller,

but it allows me to see your organs – I have to stab you in the chest, yet,

I do not want to puncture your lung, or worse…”

“Zephora, before I do these rituals, I need to tell you something…

I know you’re forever in the present; you can’t think backwards, and you have no memories to speak of. Nonetheless, you will remember this, and hopefully this especially…

I – I love you Zephora… I don’t know how much time we’ve spent together, but I know it’s the end.

I must break the loop, even though it hurts me in the process. Mother Mercy has been toying

with us for too long; it must end.”

“These catacombs are creepy, yet oddly calming…

I’ve found a map that will lead us to the altar; I will perform the two rituals there.

Once I’m done, I will bandage you up and call in, saying I’ve found you hurt in the woods…

Do not worry. I will stay with you for as long as I can.”

“It is time to begin…

Mother Mercy, guide me on my path. I know this game could last forever,

but all things must come to an end, so please guide this ritual,

and allow it to see its fullest potential, not for my sake, but for Zephora’s.”

“I shall cut my palm as a sacrifice for you; you may drink my blood to the end of times.”

“As my blood is slowly pouring, let me align myself with your cosmic force,

let my conscious connect to the true forces beyond this speck of a planet.”

“ʜ̶ƨ̶ɘ̸m̷n̶ɘ̸ ̵ƨ̷b̴l̴ɿ̴o̶w̴ ̷ɿ̴ɘ̷ʜ̶Ɉ̶i̶ʜ̵w̸ ̴,̵m̸l̵ɒ̶ɘ̶ɿ̸ ̴Ɉ̸ʜ̷ϱ̶i̸l̷i̷w̴Ɉ̷ ̶ƨ̵i̵ʜ̸Ɉ̸ ̴n̸i̸

̷,̷ʜ̶ƨ̴ɘ̶l̴ʇ̵ ̸ɘ̷ʜ̵Ɉ̸ ̶b̵n̶o̸γ̴ɘ̷d̵ ̸ʜ̷Ɉ̶o̸o̶ƨ̴ ̶,̷n̴o̸i̸ƨ̸i̷v̸ ̶ƨ̴υ̷ ̸Ɉ̴n̶ɒ̶ɿ̸ϱ̵ ̷

̷ ̷.̸b̵n̵υ̴o̷ɿ̴ɿ̴υ̷ƨ̴ ̴ɘ̵w̵ ̶ɘ̶ɔ̴n̵ɘ̸ƨ̷ɘ̵ɿ̸q̵ ̷γ̸ʜ̵Ɉ̴ ̵,̷ƨ̶ʜ̸Ɉ̷q̷ɘ̶b̷ ̷ɔ̸i̷m̶ƨ̷o̸ɔ̷ ̵m̶o̵ɿ̴ʇ̵

̷,̵b̴n̵υ̷o̴ʇ̴o̶ɿ̶q̶ ̶b̷n̶ɒ̵ ̷Ɉ̸n̵ɘ̷i̵ɔ̷n̸ɒ̴ ̶,̵γ̷ɔ̵ɿ̵ɘ̸M̷ ̸ɿ̸ɘ̴ʜ̶Ɉ̷o̸M̵ ̷,̴ʜ̵O̵”

“Now I shall trace the pattern of the goddess on your body, from the forehead to the torso.”

“Pouring the sacred elixir into your forehead and letting the ritual take shape.”

“There it is! It’s visceral and unnerving, but it’s just what I need. Thank you, Mother Mercy.”

“Now I must mark where to stab. Keeping this open could shut down your organs.”

“I’ll be safe on stab on the right; I’d rather you have one lung than no heart.”

“Now, I thank you, Mother Mercy. Let us close this ritual.”

“̷ ̴.̴ɘ̴ɔ̴ɒ̶ɘ̴q̴ ̸ʜ̸Ɉ̷ɘ̷b̸n̶i̶ʇ̵ ̶γ̴ɘ̴ʜ̷Ɉ̴ ̸γ̶ɒ̶m̸ ̸,̷ʜ̶ƨ̵ɘ̶l̴ʇ̵ ̵ɘ̴ʜ̸Ɉ̷ ̶ʇ̴o̷ ̶ƨ̷Ɉ̶ɘ̷ɿ̷ɔ̴ɘ̵ƨ̴ ̵ɘ̴ʜ̸Ɉ̷

̵,̸ɘ̸ƨ̷ɒ̶ɘ̵l̵ɘ̷ɿ̷ ̶ɘ̸w̴ ̶,̷ɘ̷ɔ̷n̴ɘ̷ɿ̶ɘ̶v̶ɘ̴ɿ̶ ̶b̵n̴ɒ̵ ̴ɘ̸b̸υ̴Ɉ̴i̷Ɉ̸ɒ̸ɿ̸ϱ̴ ̴ʜ̸Ɉ̴i̴w̴ ̷

̵ ̴.̶Ɉ̴ʜ̴ϱ̴i̸ƨ̸ ̶m̵o̶ɿ̴ʇ̴ ̷ƨ̵ɘ̸b̷ɒ̸ʇ̶ ̷n̸o̶n̴ɒ̶ ̶ʜ̸Ɉ̴o̶o̶ƨ̶ ̶ʇ̷o̴ ̵l̸i̴ɘ̵v̶ ̸ɘ̷ʜ̸Ɉ̶

̷,̷Ɉ̸ʜ̶ϱ̶i̶m̴ ̵ƨ̴’̴γ̷ɔ̵ɿ̵ɘ̸m̴ ̶ɿ̸ɘ̵ʜ̷Ɉ̵o̴m̸ ̶ʇ̵o̸ ̶ɘ̷ɔ̴ɒ̸ɿ̸ϱ̵ ̵ɘ̷ʜ̶Ɉ̸ ̴γ̵d̷“̷

“Now – the real ritual begins. I will try my best for you, Zephora, have faith, my love.”

“These ancient amulets will ensure our protection; I will ensure you are safe.”

“I call out to something new. There are stories of more beings of great proportions, of great powers, and known to help in a time of need. I call out to you to protect me and my beloved. I wish to save her soul, so please, protect us, oh great ones, the watchers above life itself.”

“And to you, Mother Mercy, please do not find this as a sign of disrespect or betrayal

but as a new opening. While Zephora may no longer be your vessel, you can have me instead,

I hope you can see me as an equal opportunity, as I and Zephora have shared the same experiences.”

“I hope you are as merciful as they truly say.”

“I will now cleanse Zephora with water from deep caves, a pure and untainted source of life.”

“To show I truly mean good faith, I will place the book me and Zephora have made together,

containing all the pictures, notes, experiences, ideas, and whatever love we decided to put in it.”

“This book is dear to my heart, but everything must die. Please take it from Mother Mercy.”

Hyatt begins to slowly sob as a fire engulfs the book.

“I shall dip the knife in my blood mixed with the elixer and then purify it in the water.”

“The knife is cleansed, and Zephora is ready for the altar.”

“I must cut a symbol around the heart and then plunge the knife into her chest.”

“Dislodging her soul and allowing the ritual to continue.”

“By this blade, we sever the tie,

from Mother Mercy, we now untie.

With a willing heart and sacred knife,

release this soul from eternal life.”

“I-It is time.”- Hyatt kisses me with a trembling breath and a sharp exhale.

-“I-I love you, Zephora, don’t be afraid to live your life w-without me, even though I may be g-gone, doesn’t mean you have to come with me, p-please don’t let my sacrifice be in vain.”

The knife plunges into my chest as memories flood through my mind, bathed in a deep crimson red, memories of daily life, rituals, cults, and – Hyatt. My senses return to me in a barrage of clarity for what feels like millennials. I see Hyatt dawned in a rob with purple eyes, eyelids heavy.

“Hyatt, I – oh fuck, you – you really fucking stabbed me, ahh shit!”

“Shhh, stay steady; I don’t want to hurt you any further.”

Hyatt pulls out the knife in one swift motion as a purple orb flies out of my chest. My body goes weak, and my eyes dreary, yet I can see enough to make out the details.

A deep violet core pits the harmonious orb as lighter purple rings surround it, moving fluidly around the sphere like coordinated dances. Many different shapes and symbols float around in the translucent, almost massless ball.

As I’m transfixed with this ethereal visage, I see Hyatt meticulously cutting the black tendrils surrounding the sphere, attempting not to touch it.

“I – fuck, Hyatt…”

My vision begins to black out as a burst of energy slams into me, jumpstarting my pulse.

“You’re not dying today!” Hyatt exclaimed, shoving the soul back into my body.

I lose my breath for a second, trying to stabilize myself; however, Hyatt begins rubbing alcohol on the wound, causing me to wince in pain.

“Got to clean the wound; bare with me, dear.”

Hyatt rubs the alcohol in and begins to bandage the wound

“H-Hyatt, t-thank you”

“Of course, I told you I’d do anything for you, and that will never change.”

Hyatt picks me up and brings me out into the hall.

“Alright, I’ll tape this ice pack to you and help you get your clothes on.”

“C-Cool didn’t even realize I was naked.”

“It’s nothing new; you’ve done worse.”

“Har-Har, so have you – y-you make me look good.”

“Yet, you’re the one who enjoys it.”

“W-Whatever, life gets boring after being alive for g-god knows how long.”

“A-Although, I do got to ask, w-what the hell happened to you at the pharmacy? You were b-batshit crazy after I tentacled you.”

“Tentacled? That’s one way to put it… I – uh, lost my fucking marbles.”

“Heh, tentacled…”

Hyatt picks me up and carries me up the long flights of stairs and winding corridors.

It feels endless; however, we finally make it out of the base and get some fresh air.

“Alright – to the cabin we go. There should be a more local path to get there. They’ll have an easier time getting to you… You with me?”

“B-Better hurry; I ain’t feeling too good.”

“D-Don’t worry, I got you Zephora”

Hyatt begins sprinting down the trail as he pulls his phone.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I-I found a woman in the forest crying for help; s-she said she got stabbed by some

stranger trying to mug her.”

“Please remain calm. What is your location?”

“I – fuck, w-we’re in the Silent Pines Forest! I-If you go down the Mosey Ridge Trailand take the little right offshoot that goes to the old cabin. Y-you’ll find us there.”

“Could you provide your phone number in case of disconnection?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s (262) 162-1585)”

“Where was this woman stabbed, and how deep was the wound?”

“S-She was stabbed in the chest; it looked moderately deep?”

“Do you know if the mugger is still around?”

“I – I don’t know. I gave her some first-aid, grabbed her, and ran off.”

“Where are you currently headed?”

“T-To the cabin”

“H-Hey, you got to keep pressure, ok?”

“Y-Yeah, I-I know.”

“S-Stick with me now.”

“Sir, how is the woman’s condition? And what first-aid did you give her?”

“I put some rubbing alcohol on her wound, wrapped some bandages around it,

and taped an ice pack onto it, mam.”

“Good, now make sure she doe-”

As my eyes begin to close, a violent shake pries them back open

“I-I’m trying, but she’s getting loopy.”

“Just stay calm, sir; help is on the way.”

The sound of a helicopter relieves my worry, yet the pain keeps my mind wired.

“Y-Your going to be alright.”- Hyatt ends the call and kisses me one last time.

-“I-I love you, Zephora, you will always be in my heart.” Hyatt softly tears up as he hugs me

“W-What’s going to happen to you?”

“I’m going to finish this for good.”

“D-Don’t leave me”

“I-I’m sorry…”