Chapter 66 The Fourth Trip
If I have
to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice. – Alan
Moore
Life is a
memory, and then it is nothing. – Cormac McCarthy
“Looks
like we have a Marie, incoming” she heard on the intercom from the Egg, it
sounded like Jenkins. Had she
travelled? She remembered crossing the
veils, but it was very much like she had gone back exactly as quickly as she
left.
“Lovely
timing,” a vaguely familiar voice said.
“Somebody get up on the fucking battlements with the AR15!”
She
heard gunfire through the thick stone walls of the castle as the Egg
opened. There were Jackie and Jenkins
looking at her with some small surprise.
“Seriously,”
said the other voice, “She’s here, you’re done…take the fucking machine gun and
get up on the battlement. Stan can’t
hold them off all by himself. Rian and I
can handle Marie.”
Her
heart stopped when she saw him, throwing the AR-15 to Jackie. “Go!” he commanded. It was Wallace Patel. “Go, or Barry will be in here any fucking
minute!”
“What
the…?” Marie gasped. She turned to
Jenkins, “What’s he doing here?”
“Wally
works here, remember?” Jenkins replied rather nonchalantly, she thought.
“Oh
crap,” she said, “Okay, sorry…I guess I’m in a different universe than where I
started after all.”
“Fraid
so, kiddo,” said Patel in a friendly voice, “Our Marie was just shot on the
roof about five minutes ago. You picked
a bad time to come a-visiting.”
Gun
shots from semi and automatic weapons punctuated his sentence with dramatic
flair outside and above them.
“Why
have you come?” asked Jenkins.
“Um…I’m
looking for…the…Right Jenkins. I don’t
suppose you’re…?”
“I’m
not sure how I would know if I were, but I suspect…if I were the so-called
Right Jenkins, I probably would still have a living Marie and not be in this
bit of a pickle I find myself in.”
“That’s
a fair point.” Marie conceded.
“But,
you must know something that can help me, or I wouldn’t have come here….”
“She’s
been talking to Mike, then I’ll wager,” observed Wally. “That sounds like his trippy type of
explanation, at least according to what our Marie said.”
“What
day is it here?” Marie thought to ask.
“It’s
Wednesday.” answered Wally. Jenkins was
lost in thought.
“Alright,
then that makes sense….where I come from Wally and the Toxies warned us they
would attack on Wednesday…oh, yeah, sorry in my universe…you’re the bad guy.”
He
shrugged, “I’m sure you’ll find plenty of ladies in this universe to agree with
that assessment, but here Barry Allen is the Toxie agent.”
“How
many Maries aside from your Marie have you guys encountered?” she asked.
Wally
turned to Jenkins, “What, three?”
“Yes,
indeed, we’ve had three…including you that weren’t our Marie…they all got here
this morning as it so happens. One of
them had a chance to meet our Marie before she jumped between worlds again…and
all shit broke loss here and Barry came with his army of infected and begin
this siege…which from the sounds of lack of machine gun fire from our
battlements, I’d say is about over. We
started getting readings that an Egg was coming right after Marie, our Marie
died.”
“Okay,
okay….” And then she felt herself being pulled away from the world, she yoke suit
began to glow with golden light.
“Good
luck, Marie,” said Wally with genuine kindness. And the lab and the Egg room were gone.
copyright 2017 Diana Hignutt
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