Thursday, May 29, 2014

Take Four

Fikhos didn't react for a moment.  Finally he cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "Sir?"

"I need you to kill me," I repeated.

"Am I even able to?"

"I don't know," I replied, waving him toward me.  "Let's find out.  Stab me in the neck or something, come on."

"I don't have a weapon," he hesitated.

I immediately teleported to my armory and returned with the first thing I could find—a rusting, curving dagger.  I handed to him and ordered, "Do it."

He appeared to be far more nervous about this than I had anticipated.  "Are you…absolutely certain you want me to do this?" he asked.

"Yeah, come on, hurry up," I said.

"I don't understand how this will help."

"You don't have to. Just do what I'm telling you and kill me."

"Very well," he sighed, and I felt the flesh of my throat split open just beneath my Adam's apple.  My last thought as my consciousness faded out was that I should have thought to take my clothes off first because the bloodstains would never come out of this shirt.

I died yet again.

I suppose I could have avoided it, but this time, I actually meant to die—for a change.  I was hoping that, with no other recourse, Conrad would be able to supply me with some much needed intelligence during another short visit to the weird little hospital room in Heaven.

I awoke in that same room, again feeling famished and impotent and wonderfully human.  I waited for the red light bulb mounted over the door to flick on.  A moment later, my great grandfather entered for our third heavenly postmortem interaction.

"You should really get better at not dying," he murmured casually, preparing the injection without so much as a hello.

"No, I died on purpose this time," I assured him.  "I needed to talk to you."

His entire demeanor changed with frightening speed.  He gripped me tightly around the bicep and hissed through his teeth, "What is wrong with you?  Are you crazy?!"


  1. Was there an update on Thursday or is it the wrong date at the top?

    1. Looks like I updated a day early.

      Totally unintentional. I wouldn't read too much into it!

  2. Whoa, not expecting 'that' reaction. I'll finish catching up tomorrow.