killed by my own father?” Nina screamed at him, tears streaking in a rush down her face as her emotions lit and exploded.
Nina turned away from Uri, swiping at her tears and trying to compose herself. It was difficult with the puzzle pieces connected and laying out on a board for her. Only a few pieces remained, and then she could finally finish what was her life. Only a few more questions.
“Why me?” Nina asked finally when she was able to lock her emotions down and turn back around without a trace of what she might be feeling. Stay objective. Be pragmatic.
“It has to do with my mom, doesn’t it?” Nina said flatly, watching Uri’s face pale even more than Nina thought possible. Her father's words rang with one of the last puzzle pieces; just like your fucking mother!
Connect the dots; her subconscious counseled her, even as Nina began to see the links between everything. Mom was murdered. Same M.O. Victims look the same. Sweetheart Killer. And with that, the puzzle of her life was solved. But what a pitiful puzzle it was.
“My father killed my mom, and then started killing people that look like her--like me. He’s advancing his way up to kill me as a way to somehow get back at her. That’s how it all connects,” Nina said quietly, looking Uri in the eyes to see the truth of her statements reflected there.
“You’re right,” Uri said quietly. “But let’s continue our walk, before we talk more.” The sudden change of topic startled Nina, but she realized the reason. They were still out in public, and she was yelling her head off about her family and serial killers. Not my brightest moment. But I’m giving myself some wiggle room with the whole death-by-insane-serial-killer-father thing.
They continued their walk, this time moving a bit faster until they entered the chapel. Nina could see two officers standing watch, but Uri just grabbed her hand and they simply passed by the officers as if they were ghosts.
“They can’t see us.” It was a statement, not a question.
Uri ignored her observation and instead sat with her on the stone bench next to the now-inactive water fountain. “Time passes differently in the Underworld, and what you view as a couple of hours are like days to us.” Uri began, turning to look at her seriously.
“And this has to do with my death how?” Nina asked sharply, not in a good mood to play guessing games.
Uri ignored her and continued “So, I was able to learn everything about you in what was probably only hours to you, but was days to me. Do you understand why I’m telling you this?” Uri asked Nina urgently.
For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why it should matter that time passed differently or that he had learned everything about her. Would any of it stop her impending death? She was pretty sure that answer was a resounding no.
“No,” Nina answered tiredly, her stomach cramping with hunger pains with a migraine beginning to creep up on her.
Nina gasped as Uri grabbed her arms tightly and shook her. “You’re not normal, Nina. Your life wasn’t fair and your death is not going to be any better,” Uri said with an edge to his voice. Was this supposed to be comforting? Nina wondered hysterically as the pressure in her head seemed to increase like a hundred buzzing bees were flying around.
“I’m offering you extra time,” Uri said finally as he slowly released her and materialized a glass of water and some pain meds. “Take this.”
Nina reached forward and took a sip of water, her throat burning harshly as she swallowed the cool liquid. Two more gulps and Nina was sure that she could get the pills down, grabbing them from Uri and shoving them in her mouth. Extra time?
“Can you manifest me a banana?” Nina asked, and a banana was suddenly thrust into her hand and her glass was refilled. Still a really cool trick.
Nina smiled at Uri as she munched on her
Nina turned away from Uri, swiping at her tears and trying to compose herself. It was difficult with the puzzle pieces connected and laying out on a board for her. Only a few pieces remained, and then she could finally finish what was her life. Only a few more questions.
“Why me?” Nina asked finally when she was able to lock her emotions down and turn back around without a trace of what she might be feeling. Stay objective. Be pragmatic.
“It has to do with my mom, doesn’t it?” Nina said flatly, watching Uri’s face pale even more than Nina thought possible. Her father's words rang with one of the last puzzle pieces; just like your fucking mother!
Connect the dots; her subconscious counseled her, even as Nina began to see the links between everything. Mom was murdered. Same M.O. Victims look the same. Sweetheart Killer. And with that, the puzzle of her life was solved. But what a pitiful puzzle it was.
“My father killed my mom, and then started killing people that look like her--like me. He’s advancing his way up to kill me as a way to somehow get back at her. That’s how it all connects,” Nina said quietly, looking Uri in the eyes to see the truth of her statements reflected there.
“You’re right,” Uri said quietly. “But let’s continue our walk, before we talk more.” The sudden change of topic startled Nina, but she realized the reason. They were still out in public, and she was yelling her head off about her family and serial killers. Not my brightest moment. But I’m giving myself some wiggle room with the whole death-by-insane-serial-killer-father thing.
They continued their walk, this time moving a bit faster until they entered the chapel. Nina could see two officers standing watch, but Uri just grabbed her hand and they simply passed by the officers as if they were ghosts.
“They can’t see us.” It was a statement, not a question.
Uri ignored her observation and instead sat with her on the stone bench next to the now-inactive water fountain. “Time passes differently in the Underworld, and what you view as a couple of hours are like days to us.” Uri began, turning to look at her seriously.
“And this has to do with my death how?” Nina asked sharply, not in a good mood to play guessing games.
Uri ignored her and continued “So, I was able to learn everything about you in what was probably only hours to you, but was days to me. Do you understand why I’m telling you this?” Uri asked Nina urgently.
For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why it should matter that time passed differently or that he had learned everything about her. Would any of it stop her impending death? She was pretty sure that answer was a resounding no.
“No,” Nina answered tiredly, her stomach cramping with hunger pains with a migraine beginning to creep up on her.
Nina gasped as Uri grabbed her arms tightly and shook her. “You’re not normal, Nina. Your life wasn’t fair and your death is not going to be any better,” Uri said with an edge to his voice. Was this supposed to be comforting? Nina wondered hysterically as the pressure in her head seemed to increase like a hundred buzzing bees were flying around.
“I’m offering you extra time,” Uri said finally as he slowly released her and materialized a glass of water and some pain meds. “Take this.”
Nina reached forward and took a sip of water, her throat burning harshly as she swallowed the cool liquid. Two more gulps and Nina was sure that she could get the pills down, grabbing them from Uri and shoving them in her mouth. Extra time?
“Can you manifest me a banana?” Nina asked, and a banana was suddenly thrust into her hand and her glass was refilled. Still a really cool trick.
Nina smiled at Uri as she munched on her
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