The Golden Land
The sound of knees dropping to soft soil rings in Jack’s ears suddenly, and he turns around to watch a cascade of gold heads dropping to the ground and knocking against the sand. Bits of golden shell fly out from the broken balls, and a flood of golden gleam spills out, clinking, a tiny sea of thick metal disks.
“What the hell is that? Did they just die? Their heads just fractured on the sand and spilled out coins like those little candy eggs!” Grey whimpers, scrubbing his hair and dropping to his knees as well, his fingers scrabbling in the coins.
“They did. I think I know that kid. Gonna try to catch him.”
Jack spins and runs backward for a moment, tripping over some coins as he skids along the sand and lands on his butt a few times, dragging himself across the hard-to sprint landscape toward the falling shadow of the boy.
The child shoots down at an angle, just before Jack reaches the main pile of coins spewed by the Geldorachts’ broken heads, pitching a splash of coins out over their kneeling bodies and clocking his brains.
He looks around at Grey briefly, who is rubbing his temple with one hand while scooping up gold in the other.
“Doctor? Is that you?” Jack calls, pushing avalanches of tumbling coins out of the way as he scrambles up the pile.
“Mmm…” the child groans and sits up, his eyes flashing around here and there.
A choking sound issues from his left, just as Jack reaches him and props him against one arm.
The boy coughs once, and oozes out of Jack’s grasp, his head bobbing left and right for the source of the noise. He sinks back eventually, and with a sigh, turns around, satisfied that the sound will not come again.
“Fei!” he cries softly, launching himself into Jack’s chest, “I’ve killed Fei!”