“You’re going to find the bottom of an unmarked grave,” he said. He was still pinning me to the wall with considerable force. “Have you tried being careful? Ever? In your whole fucking life?”
“No, not really,” I said. “Usually someone bails me out.”
“I guess you’re not the person to be subtle with. Kill him. I think it is a good idea,” Hunter said.
There was no compassion in his voice. My blood ran cold.
Mike Walters would never suddenly leave, not without his can of air duster.
If someone spotted me, they would see me in my balaclava and report that they saw a man with an extremely lumpy head. The perfect disguise. I was unrecognizable.
If you’re making enough waves, for instance making waves from the Pacific Ocean appear inside of building, someone has noticed.
I can’t have that blood on my hands. Metaphorical blood, I don’t think there’s much blood involved in drowning. I guess he could be eaten by a shark.
But alas, I failed to convince Edgar to run away with me.
This clearly isn’t working. If you had a plan that was going to work, you would have done it already. Have some goddamn dignity, you stupid himbo. You got what you wanted. You got the game back. Give me what I’m owed and we will be out of your hair. It’s not that hard.
I could still smell blood, like-like it was stuck in my nostrils and wouldn’t come out. Hunter’s blood, Matt’s blood, my blood. Matt didn’t understand what I had done for him. I didn’t understand why I had done any of this.
I got over you being born just fine, if you hadn’t noticed.
I know we haven’t known each other long, but I think that I like you more than anybody else out here? And I would hate to ruin that because I don’t know how to talk about my feelings. I want to find some other way to ruin it.
Corpses are generally just normal human bodies that have been rearranged slightly in order to cause them to cease functioning.
I know that dying isn’t the most insurmountable problem in the world anymore thanks to the whole time travel thing, but it still sucks to do.
Though it’s a given that whenever there are three of the same person, weirdness is bound to occur. Have you ever met twins? Or worse, triplets? Cursed. Almost paranormal vibes. I have to respect it.
I’m fine with delving as deep into this murky pit of science and conspiracy as far as I can go, the health of my mind and body be damned, but I refuse to let anyone else get dragged down with me. I mean, unless they are useful to me and even then, not to the point that they get hurt… unless I have to kill them in order to complete a challenge. I’m just happy that Edgar isn’t in the middle of it anymore.
Let me stew in my own cruelty. Surely I’ve earned that.
And, of course, you can do math about this. If there is something that has been described, then some nerd has done math about it. Our civilization is built on this principle.