“Sir, are you you’re okay?” Light, feminine, and familiar.
I knew that voice.
“I’m fine,” I answered, but it wasn’t my voice. It was deeper, calm, and familiar as well.
What the hell was going on?
We came to a stop in front of a door, and a slender arm reached forward and opened it. My eyes shifted to the side, and brown eyes behind black silk met mine.
“Pluto,” Mina said, eyes shifting down before meeting mine again, “sir, are you sure you’re okay?”
Pluto? Seriously, what was happening?
“I’m fine,” I said again. Well, Pluto did. We moved away from Mina and sat down on the bed. “I just need some rest.”
Mina looked like she didn’t want to leave, but made for the door anyways. Just before closing it she asked, “If Pisces is so dangerous, why don’t we kill her?”
“Because she’s necessary for the plan. But it doesn’t matter. We’re out of time.”
“What do you need?”
“Get a hold of our contact at the Aerospace Traffic Control and have him find us a ship.”
“That’s all,” We said waving our hand and the room’s lights went out. “Leave.”
Mina closed the door, and we waited for her footsteps to fade away. Our eyes closed, and energy enveloped us before pushing out to the walls. After completely saturating the room, we shifted our mind to an empty space and the familiar tug told us the room had followed. We were in our own dimension now and finally alone.
Reaching into the nightstand beside the bed, our hand met the cool caress of metal. Pulling the gun out, we stared at the weapon for minutes without blinking. Then we raised the gun to our eye, and looked down the barrel.
No. He did, not me. He really was insane.
Energy slipped out again, and seconds passed. Then a light appeared at the bottom of the barrel. We looked harder, and the light became more defined until I realized I was watching images flash in irregular intervals. Mina, Ajax, even Matt, and some faces I’d never seen before but Pluto seemed familiar with. Then I appeared, my own face, and I Pluto went stiff.
The image of space, a large structure orbiting Earth, a strange glass room, a dark skinned man smiling—then a blinding light, a scream tearing through our mind, and we pulled the gun away flinging it across the room.
“I’m sorry Nora.” We whispered. Bowing our head, we cradled it in our hands. “I’m so sorry for what I’ll have to do.”The next instant I was flying, thrust out of Pluto’s body, out of the room, and into darkness.