I was trapped in a flood of total anarchy, very nearly drowning in it. I had to keep my head up, keep my breathing steady, and wade through the rising tides of turmoil.
There was a lot going on.
People were rushing past and against me like a current, impeding my progress towards the park. Yelling, screaming, panicking, the only shared impulse in the mob was to get out, find safety elsewhere.
Me? I was running straight into the smoke and gunfire.
That probably said something about me, but I wasn’t allowed the luxury to figure that out.
Into the smoke and gunfire I went.
More shots popped off as I continued forward, slipping between the crowd as they passed. Some were more willing to let me by than others, some even tried to knock me back, force me off my path and get swept away by the undertow.
Arms hit my shoulders, ribbing me in the sides. I twisted and even spun in a circle as I kept squeezing myself through. And with everyone who wasn’t a cop going in one direction, running for their lives, they weren’t so kind to anyone who might be an obstacle.
I was like a pebble in a fucking river, it was so easy to get lost in the flow of things, the opposing pressure working to crush. If I didn’t have even half of my enhanced strength, I would have sank right down, lost in the bottom. Exactly the place I fought to avoid.
Head up, breathe steady.
I pushed through.
The more I fought, the more that current fought back, pushing harder. Stronger. People who were in the back had to work that much more to move down the stream, turning frantic as the bullets were louder, flying closer.
I was getting closer.
Clawing and thrashing their way out, like animals trapped in rushing waters. It really felt like that.
Then, a surge of activity, and it happened in a wave.
Something wet hit me in the face. A splash. Sweet, as a mist of it sprayed across my lips.
The crowd around me roared, and I turned to see why.
A crack of fire exploded, somewhere up ahead, but I immediately felt the result of it.
People- bodies fell, tumbling down, over one another. Limbs splayed out, catching others and throwing their weight, sending the living down with them. And with the rush of people kept coming, kept crushing, the living wouldn’t be the living anymore.
So loud. So fucking loud.
Something slammed me in the shoulder, and my foot slipped, balance gone. And as exactly as I had feared, the second I lost my footing, the current would come in and try to take me away.
The momentum had been building, stacking as the bodies stacked, people scrambling over one another to get ahead. Pushing, forward, forward.
I wasn’t very tall, and everyone around me were either my height or taller, and I had to reach out with my arms to find anything I could use to pull me back up. Anyone.
The paper had long slipped out of my hands. Didn’t matter. There was still plenty of them fluttering overhead. Watching. Mocking.
Laughing as I drowned.
Couldn’t think about that. Them. Her.
My hands found a hold and I worked my way out, getting my head above the surface of the panic.
It wasn’t unlike swimming, I had to keep myself afloat and push other stuff down. Kicking, doing everything in my power to stay up.
But what I was swimming through wasn’t water, and that was what made the whole thing fall apart from something natural to pure disorder.
Blood and fire and fucking madness.
People were falling over, because of others, because of a bullet, or because of me. Rendered unable to escape this hell.
Damn me. I couldn’t save them, couldn’t get them back to their feet. All of this was happening in my territory, riddling it with holes.
I had to find out who was doing this. I had to stop them, even if it took as many bullets as they used, here.
The bodies kept piling on. It wasn’t pretty, despite what my nose was sensing. A certain aroma lifted into the air, mixing in with the smoke and paper scraps. My heart bled for every drop spilled, enough to satisfy my own quench for the night.
As I went more upstream, everything more rough. The pushback. The violence. Everything.
I stepped, and again my foot slipped. I couldn’t see what caught my balance, but I was already being plunged into darkness.
A voice growled right by my ear, raging.
Hands dove for my throat, choking me out, stealing my breath at a moment when I needed it most.
I struggled, kicking, trying to scream, but no sound came out. Not even a gurgle. And, even if one did, one one would be able to hear it.
It was a man, judging from how heavy and thick the hands were. The face was too hard to see, with it being so dark. Not because I couldn’t see when it was dark, but because my eyes were straining, and I was seeing more red than black.
I couldn’t breath, or keep my head up.
Everywhere, I felt the stampede as it crashed by us, but I wasn’t slipping away. The opposite, in fact. I was pinned, and I couldn’t even scramble for any purchase. He bent and twisted me into an awkward position, and he leaned his weight into and over me. Even if I had the strength, he caught me and threw me into a situation where I couldn’t use it.
The red overwhelmed the black, and I could feel the last bit of air being squeezing out of me. I fell under, submerged, and I was drowning.
Then a crack of fire, and I was buoyant again, filled with air and floating right back to the top.
I was about to throw the man off of me, but I didn’t have to. He fell, instead, trading places with me. Unmoving, unresponsive as feet stepped over and even on him.
Smoke trailed upward. There was enough space between me and the gun to see who was holding it.
A girl. Wearing a leather jacket with studs down the sleeves, a black skirt and boots like that looked more fit for a soldier. Her hair was long, swept to one side. She was Asian.
She was holding a gun, pointing it at me. I froze, and found that I was able to. The rushing crowd had parted around us.
Then the girl approached.
I felt my blood pumping faster, ready to attack, as if to make up for not being able to fight back against that other guy, just before.
But the girl had set her gun down, taking a hand off of it.
She shouted at me.
“Hey! You okay!”
I wasn’t sure what to say. My voice came out hoarse when I tried.
“You shot that, you shot that guy?”
A girl made a face. It somehow didn’t match the scene around us.
“He was trying to kill you. I’m not about to let some fat slob snuff out one of our own.”
Was she a vamp-
I had to think a step removed. Not that. Something more in her face.
“Right,” I said, not at all confident or right. “Thanks, then?”
She took another step to me.
“You got a gun?”
She stuffed the gun into my hands. It was still hot.
“You can take mine, come on!”
She took off, in the other direction. The direction I needed to go.
Glancing down, I was able to see what caused me to slip, what let that man get a hold on me.
A single sheet of paper. Alexis Barnett’s face, looking up at me. Mocking me.
Fuck all of this.
I looked to find the girl making distance.
If she knew a good way into the park, I had to follow.
“Wait!” I yelled, having to push through more people. It was a good thing I got D and Isabella out of here, or they would have gotten stamped into the ground if they tried to come with me.
I fumbled with the gun in my hand, but I still held onto it. I was aware of where it was hot, where it wasn’t.
The girl turned to check on me and grinned.
“Don’t worry about me, I have another one!”
She showed me as soon as she mentioned it. Tucked behind her jacket and skirt, she equipped herself with another piece, and then proceeded to blow it in the sky.
The crowd around us scattered.
The girl used the opening she just made and ran through it.
No other choice, if I wanted to get into the park and find that guy in the mask. She was making the way for me.
I kept following her.
We ran up the rapids of the chaos, and I could see where it was all coming from. The entrance of the park.
Cops were retaliating, different groups doing different tasks. Protecting those who were trying to escape, and fending off the mob. They didn’t have the sheer numbers, and they were caught off guard, but it wouldn’t take much longer for the cops to turn this around. They had the equipment, they had the training, and, given enough time, they’d have the numbers.
Shots zipped by, some overhead, some much, much closer to my head. It made me shudder and shake, the volume of it was enough to make my skull ache and want to split.
The girl kept yelling at me, another tether I could use to hold onto and follow.
“Let’s not get caught in the middle of that! What say you?”
My voice came out hoarse again.
“I think we already are!”
The girl laughed. Of all things, she laughed.
She went another direction, away from the entrance. It had become a bottleneck, now, the cops focusing on that area.
Sirens began to blare, piercing the air. Reinforcements were coming, and they’d hit that spot first, close it off. Then they’d surround the park and find other means of getting in, forcing every offender into a huddle, cornering them. Find where the water was coming from, and plug that hole.
But I’d get to it first.
The girl turned us to the side of the park, over to a fence. There was hole, with nothing spilling out.
She squeezed in first, and I was next.
Stepping into bedlam. The Wellport Skate Park proper.
The girl beckoned for me, waving with her gun. Still with that grin on her face, she led me over to a small group, hunched behind a raised portion of a cement wall. They were all Asian.
“Shit, thought you died,” one of them said, looking at the girl. He had a gun in his hands, too. A semi-automatic rifle.
“Not yet, dude,” the girl said, still wearing that grin. Still. She looked at me, and gave me a nod. A knowing nod, it seemed like, but I probably didn’t know what she thought I knew. “Found her out there, being choked out by some asshole.”
“That so? She wasn’t here when we started?”
Everyone in the group directed their attention to me.
“I got here late, then everything went to shit and I couldn’t make my way over to the park,” I said. I gave the girl a nod. “She saved me.”
If I wasn’t good at anything else, I was good at lying.
“Cool,” the guy replied. “Cool. She gave you a gun, too?”
The gun. I lifted it between two fingers, pinching it, as if it had a smell. And not a good one.
“Never used one,” I said. “I’m more liable to get myself killed with this thing.”
“Fair,” the guy said.
Now that I had a chance to catch some of my breath, I had a look better at these people.
They weren’t kids, they were probably older than me, but they were way too young to be involved with any of this. At least I had my powers to keep me going. D had always been an outlier, and Isabella was removed enough from the action. This? These people had thrown themselves into this. Diving head first into the waters.
The girl crouched, her shoulder bumping into mine as she got down. Different from the other bumps and crashes, even if this one felt intentional, too. A tender touch, somehow, but not in a way that reminded me of Sarah. A knowing gesture, a supposed shared connection.
Comrades in arms, a sisterly feeling.
I knew it was that, because a deep, vestigial thing buried within me shuddered at the mere suggestion.
But I wasn’t one of them, not in any real capacity.
The girl moved, checking the corner around the wall, before popping out to fire off some shots. Sudden noise among sudden noise. It still made me jump.
“Fair,” the guy said again, after seeing my reaction.
For a moment, when I looked back at him, and the wall behind him, I thought I saw a chalkboard, fluorescent lights of a classroom. Those flashes of lights were gone a second later, as fast as a bullet from a gun.
What I saw instead was a twisted version of my own face, tagged in graffiti.
I shook my head, hard.
Didn’t need to waste time here.
“Hey,” I said. I wasn’t particularly loud, but someone heard me. Another girl, a few years older than the one who brought me here.
She looked my way and I talked to her.
“How did you find your way to the park?”
“Me? I got invited by a friend of a friend. It was kept real low, but I felt the energy, you know what I mean? People really came through for this one!”
“People are shooting at the police and innocent civilians! Isn’t this going too far?”
I pushed it, just a little. To prod some info out of them.
“They started it,” the girl replied, in all seriousness. “I didn’t ask for this shit. But I’m here, now, and I’m going to take it into my own hands. Our hands.”
I lifted a hand, to try and placate her.
“Fair,” I said. “What about the guy in the mask? Is he around?”
“He just got down from the platform.”
It was the guy from just earlier. He pointed across the park.
“Do you know where he is now? Who he’s with?”
“Why are you asking? Are you with us or not?”
The girl with the swept hair went back for cover. She admonished the guy.
“She’s here, isn’t she? Don’t give her shit, not everyone is ready to make this kind of commitment. But she’s here, in solidarity, and that matters.”
The guy glanced at me, then to her.
“Alright,” he said.
This isn’t working.
If I was going to get any real details, I’d have to uncover it myself, get to the source. And the only lead I had to that source was there that guy pointed, a general guess of a direction.
I had to go.
“I have to go,” I said, and the girl spun around, to me.
I had to add, “Thanks again for, you know, saving my life. I really owe you.”
The girl grinned, and that somehow made me feel relieved.
With her free hand, the other still clutching her gun tight, she extended a hand. Without any real reason in my head, I shook it.
“You don’t owe me shit, dude. Just promise me that I’ll see you again.”
“Sure, hopefully under less… sucky circumstances.”
“Certainly. Jasmine, Vietnamese.”
Jasmine. Oh. That was her name?
“Wendy,” I said. “Half-Japanese.”
Entirely something else, though.
“That’s cool, yeah. All of us, all of us? We have to stick together now. So I’ll see you around, Wendy. And cute glasses.”
“I… you too.”
It’s ‘I’ll see you around, too.’
I left before I stumbled to correct myself. Whatever.
The park was less packed than I had expected, probably because most of everyone who was here were now storming out the floodgates that was the park entrance. Those were still here held down the fort, so to speak, shooting at the cops who just wanted reintroduce some semblance of peace.
But then I remembered D’s words. How peace was a pipe dream.
I hoped it really wasn’t.
I hoped all I had to maneuver through were people, but no. There was more than that. Glass as thin as splinters, smoke as wide as a cloud. Bullet casings, blood, and papers, seeping with red and stuck to the ground.
People fell. For some, it was their bodies, for others, it was their minds, as they allowed themselves to descended to this level, one that gave them the ability to send bullets through the backs of innocents.
I hoped I could stop this at the source.
Bullets continued to zip by, pinging off metal or getting embedded into cement, or worse, flesh. I saw the platform come into view as I crossed the distance of the park.
I saw people in masks leaving the park.
A small group of them, five of them, faces all covered. I was close enough to notice the details, now. They were all wearing animal masks.
Another appropriate metaphor, for all of this.
It was easy to spot the leader, or at least the one who handed this crowd lead and had them dive off the deep end. His clothes were bright but not gaudy, the fashion was more streetwear. And his mask. It wasn’t cheap, flimsy plastic, it covered the whole head. From the back, from the color and the stripes, I could tell it was a tiger.
Though, for all the strength that image would have invoked, the man needed support from the others around him. He didn’t walk so much as tumble, letting himself fall while his aides guided him, preventing him from actually hitting ground.
I knew that tumble, recognized it. It was the same kind of tumble Lawrence had, when the only things that were keeping him on his feet were his height in pills and other drugs.
They were already at the fence on the other side of the park, ducking through a hole cut out from the wire. An alley between some buildings. The park was really an abandoned construction sites, with skeletons of structures all around. If they had set up an escape route before this all started, they could slip away, easy.
I can’t let them.
In the instant I brought my foot out to start a running stride, a weight threw itself onto me. Another body. Blood coated the back and made the leather slick right off of me.
But that bought the animals enough time to escape the pen.
Too many metaphors, but that was how hectic this thing was becoming. Enough so that the perpetrators were able to make an escape.
As I went across the park, I watched them leave, the last of the animals getting under the fence. The rest were well ahead, helping the tiger walk.
Could get them, considering the scope of my speed and strength they were well within my reach. But I didn’t have my mask, was it a good idea to become an animal, here, when things were already this bad?
I had my territory to consider. I needed this contained, first and foremost, and the cops were working on that.
I had my gang to consider. I needed everyone to get together, figure this out, not just have one person make a hot-headed decision, especially in the heat of the moment. Better to handle this with a level mind.
I had myself to consider. I needed to stay sane, whatever that meant for me now, and not do anything that could get me killed, or worse, get everyone here killed. Now was not the time to overestimate my capabilities. Or underestimate, depending on how this could go.
The words I yelled at D rang out to me, loud as a gun.
I wouldn’t be long, I wouldn’t be stupid.
I wouldn’t do either.
Amongst the mob, deep in the waters and animals… no. It was more like mud, if I was mixing all those metaphors together. I supposed it fit, in a sense. So much shit was happening, with this inclement weather of smoke and bullet-fall–
And Alexis Barnetts.
Her face continued to fall from the sky, so many of them. Some looked down on me, and while others were facing up, they weren’t looks of admiration. It was smiling, carefree, as if not a single fucking thing that would happen to her didn’t matter. As if it didn’t apply to her. That someone else would shoulder that weight.
Fuck all of that.
I had to go.
The sky was falling. And in that moment, it really felt like the world was ending.
“You have got to be motherfucking kidding me.”
Lawrence gave D the most searing look.
D frowned, but then ran. She hopped, arms low between her legs, and threw them out when she landed.
She sent the ball down the lane.
“Yes!” she cheered, hopping again in place. Her frown was now upside down.
In the background, the machine worked, eating the pins and ball, preparing to spit them out for another round.
D kept celebrating her win.
“You only got that because those little wall things are up,” Isabella said, sounding bored.
“Yeah, it doesn’t really count when you have to bend the rules in order to win,” I said.
“Blah blah,” D said. She stuck her tongue out at us. “A win is a win, and I won!”
“If you say so,” Isabella said.
“You are kidding me?”
Lawrence watched his language that time, but D still frowned at him.
We were at the Electric Place, or the Electric Palace, now that D had finished her renovations. She finally put back that second ‘A.’
Royalty in their palace. But their land was on fire.
Lawrence sat back, or he tried. The plastic seats that faced the bowling lanes were almost as slick as the lanes themselves, and he had to flatten his feet on the floor to stay in place. That usually wouldn’t be a problem for someone, if that someone’s body was in a decent shape. Lawrence wasn’t out of shape, not exactly, but what was shaping him… it wasn’t anything natural.
He coughed when he talked, and it sounded like it hurt.
“This isn’t good. Not a single bit of it.”
“That’s the only way I could think of putting it,” I said, “Yet it still feels like you’re underselling it.”
“Not a single bit of it,” Lawrence reiterated. “The place, the timing, the people.”
“They started a war and used our territory as ground zero,” I said. “The police are doing what we can, but we need to find our own way to stop it. If we leave it all to the police and other authorities, they might use that as a way to get a foot on our turf. And that isn’t good, either.”
“We need to find out who they are,” Lawrence said. “Setting this up, here, of all places. It has to be deliberate. It has to be fucking Inez!”
We all turned to D.
She was picking up another bowling ball as she said, “Language, sheesh, and it’s not Inez. That wouldn’t make any sense.”
“I can’t think of anyone else who would want a problem with us, and Inez made herself clear.”
“She isn’t exactly our number one fan, but a vote is a vote. Everyone made their decision, and the result still put us there. And you talked to her yourself, Ellie, she was pretty upfront about her, uh, displeasure. And from what I gathered, what happened at the park isn’t her style.”
“Enough with the fucking nicknames, D.”
D frowned again, she looked like she wanted to cry.
I had to step in.
I got up from the seat next to Lawrence and literally stepped in.
I asked D, “You were saying?”
“Well, given the makeup of the people who went to the park, like… demographically, and what that guy in the mask was talking about, my best guess would be… Dong-Yul.”
Lawrence flinched. I was sure he would have gone for a more bodily reaction, if his body could actually allow it.
“What? Fucking Donnie?”
D hugged her bowling ball. It didn’t look comfortable, but she did it, anyways.
“Are you sure?” I asked, “I thought Styx told him to back off from that particular plan of his.”
Well, not ‘thought’ exactly, since Styx did more than just tell Dong-Yul, he literally beat it into him.
Lawrence, too. That I remembered. Even more vivid.
“It’s my best guess, considering what just happened. Of course, I’d hate to generalize, but yeah. Maybe Dong-Yul decided going against Styx was worth it.”
“Or maybe Styx wanted Donnie to start this, and they’re all fucking in on it! Shit!”
Lawrence waved his arm as he shouted, then cursed. Put too much strength in moving his body, it seemed like.
It seemed like he was getting worse. The problem was escalating, and it was exponential.
And the problems keep piling on and on.
“Lawrence, please, thinking like that… it isn’t healthy.”
“What we do isn’t healthy, but here we are. A little paranoia goes a long way.”
“Sure, but when it starts to get compounded with other stuff, it becomes a downward spiral, and we don’t need that right now.”
Lawrence either growled or coughed. Either way, it didn’t sound good.
I tried my best to steer the conversation.
“So what’s the plan? If Dong-Yul is responsible for this, we need to know what he’s really after, and see if we can either stop him from getting it, or at least do it off of our property.”
“You spoke with him, that one time at the club,” D said, “So did Lawrence. You know what he wants. Violence against the violence that was done against those who look like him.”
“Revenge, then.” I sighed. “That’s such a… I’m surprised he managed to get so many different people to go along with him.”
“Hate to generalize, again, but I guess there’s some solidarity to be found when they get generalized and attacked and harassed for it. Even if I can’t feel that, I get how that’s frustrating.”
Solidarity. Frustrating. I heard that word, felt that energy.
“If it is Dong-Yul finally playing his hand, we’ll have to play ours,” I said. “He knew that this is our territory, he knew what he was doing, bringing all those people here, bringing those cops. And if there’s anything we do know, it’s that he’s in the city, somewhere. At the very, absolute least, we need to find him.”
“I can find him, and I can talk to him, too.”
Lawrence tumbled out of his seat, both legs just barely catching him before it became a fall.
“I can talk to him.”
“El,” D started, then paused, “Lawrence-”
“You really think that’s a good idea?” I asked. I felt bad for interrupting D, but I didn’t want Lawrence to snap at her again.
“Y’all don’t know Donnie like I do,” Lawrence said, “We came up together, more or less. He was willing to meet with me when I wanted to talk about money.”
“He was willing to fuck you over, remember? If D and I hadn’t been there…”
I didn’t finish the sentence, but it was clear that he picked up on it. Lawrence grimaced.
“We cannot let what happened at the park happen again. Not in our territory.”
“I get that, Lawrence, seriously, we all do. That’s why we’re here. We need to be smart about this. We need to work together. Why does this feel like a lesson we have to learn all over again?”
“Stubbornness,” I heard Isabella say, “But it’s worked for you. It can work again.”
“Let’s not get our heads clouded, alright?”
I addressed the whole bowling alley with that. Lawrence, D, Isabella, myself. Even Sarah and Reggie, who had been sitting by the arcade the whole time, eyes on every entrance and exit.
Everyone needed to hear that. I needed to hear that.
He stayed still, slanted in his stance. Lawrence didn’t look any more at ease, just the opposite.
He looked like how I’d probably look if I was starved. Except the cravings were very different.
He breathed heavy.
“We have a fucking lot to figure out. What do you propose we do?”
Doing this for as long as I had, now, I learned that I wasn’t the ideas person. But, I had something to suggest, this time.
“When I was in the mob, I ran into someone. Jasmine. I think she likes me.”
“Very nice,” Lawrence said. “Who gives a fuck?”
D whined and stomped her foot.
“Meaning,” I said, “She wants me to see her again, so that gives me an in. I slip into their ranks, figure out where they’re being deployed, and we can set them up there.”
“Donnie knows you, too, Wendy,” Lawrence said. “He might even know too much. If he really is running this thing, and he gets even a hint that you’re in close, it’s over.”
“It won’t get to that point. It shouldn’t. You want to talk to him? I never intended to deny you that. Just give me and D an avenue to give you support, because the way you were talking earlier made it sound like you wanted to go off on your own. And we can’t have that, not now.”
It wasn’t lost on me, how the three of us were standing. Me, closer to the shadows, where the limited power of the bowling alley didn’t reach. Lawrence, in the light, a bead of sweat running down one side of his face. D, still hugging that ball, giving both of us worried looks.
We had just gotten exactly where we wanted to be. Then why did it feel like we were all in our own separate corners?
Lawrence was the first one to move, or slant the other way in his corner.
“Not a bad proposal. We could start things in that direction.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Fuck. I need sleep.”
“Been there,” I said. “Not fun.”
“I need something to help me sleep.”
Bringing his hands to his head, he ran fingers through his hair, even tugging on it. He fell back into his seat.
“Fuck,” Lawrence said, “Fuck. I hate what this is doing to me, I hate that I need this shit. I thought I’d have everything under control by now, like everything, but I don’t. I feel like shit. I feel like shit but I need shit to make me feel less like shit but I makes me feel like shit all the more. Fuck.”
Now Lawrence was tugging at his hair.
“I don’t know what’s happening. I’m not like you, Wendy, I don’t have powers, and I’m not whatever D actually is. I’m not as capable as you two, I’m just normal. I feel like I’ve been falling behind, and I need this shit just to keep up. But now, more shit keeps happening and I need more shit for that shit.”
The curses were making him sound more and more vague and detached, but I felt him all the same.
“Oh, Ellie, you’re not normal!”
“D,” I said, almost as tired as Lawrence. Almost.
She stepped forward with bowling ball.
“I’m serious!” she said. “You’re better than normal, you’re way more awesomer! You’re the face of the Fangs! And you have really good movie tastes and you can laugh at some of my jokes now and you liked whenever I came over to check on you and baked pusties!”
She took a step with every exclamation.
I looked at him. “Is this true, Lawrence?”
Lawrence either chuckled or coughed again. Hard to tell.
“Fuck off. Like I’d admit it.”
Somehow, despite everything, a smile passed my lips.
“Face it, Lawrence, you’re just like us now.”
Lawrence chucked, dry.
“God, don’t say that. That sounds so harrowing.”
It was the closest thing to levity we had between the three of us. I used it to pivot to another point. For Lawrence’s sake.
“We need rest, but you especially, Lawrence. And you need to seriously start tapering off on those drugs.”
He nodded and shook his head. Mixed messages.
“Yeah!” D shouted. “Before we split up I want to you empty pockets, sir!”
Languid, but still responsive, he put a hand into his pocket, and took out a tiny plastic bottle. Shining off the faint light of the bowling alley, there were only a few pills left.
Moaning, he then mumbled, “Never wanted to get high off my own supply, yet here I am. Fuck me.”
He opened the bottle and tossed the whole thing into a dark corner. The pills spilled out and clattered underneath chairs and racks.
“I’ll have the janitors get that in the morning,” D said. She sounded momentarily satisfied.
Lawrence had to fight to get back to his feet. In this moment, he won out.
“Anything else we need to talk about?” he asked. “Or anything we have to get done tonight?”
We don’t have to talk about Alexis Barnett.
“That should be it,” I said. “If you want to leave and get back to sleep, then please, I’d actually recommend it. D and I will stick around for a bit, but we won’t do anything concrete without your knowing.”
“I might actually listen this time. It’s late. I’m about to die.”
“You’re about to go to bed and have the best sleep ever,” D said. “Goodnight Ellie!”
Lawrence waved, weak, but it was a genuine effort. He turned, and started to walk.
I watched his back, shaded by shadow, more gloom covering him as the distance grew. When he got to the exit and went out the door, the dark took him in completely.
I searched for Sarah, and found her easily. Still by the arcade. I was so glad she was safe.
I beckoned for her. Reggie too.
They came over.
“So, Jasmine?” Sarah immediately asked. “What she like?”
“Er, nothing. Yeah, Voss?”
“Could you guys look after Lawrence, follow him back to his place? Just to make sure he gets back alright.”
Reggie answer, “We can do that, Voss, sure.”
“Thank you,” I said, as Reggie started to turn. Sarah went to follow, but not before having her hand brush against mine.
The only amount of physical contact we had all day. And she wouldn’t be coming over tonight.
I watched her as she left, going into that dark. I longed.
Then it was just me and D. Isabella too.
“This is a mess,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” D replied, “Usually I’m the one who makes them, not cleans them up! It’s super lame.”
Still holding the bowling ball, she went back to her lane, preparing to toss it in.
“Better to make a mess of them before they come back and do it again. That’s more to clean up.”
Isabella wasn’t up for playing, preferring to watch and make the occasional comment. Sometimes it helped. Other times, it felt like she was getting me to do something else.
“Before we go and do anything crazy and equally messy,” I said, “Are there any other bases we need to cover? Mrs. Carter? Styx?”
“I kind of don’t want to see either of them,” D said. “Mrs. Carter would want us to handle this by ourselves, and Styx would just use this as an opportunity to cash in his third favor or something. So, no thank you.”
“Okay, I get that. Anyone else? Gomez, maybe?”
D hopped and dropped the ball. It rolled, bouncing between the bumpers that prevented the ball from falling into the gutter. It continued that way until it reached the pins. They crashed.
“Aw! So close!”
A seven-ten split. Only two pins were left standing.
D set her hands on her hips and faced me again. Upset, but she was playing it up.
“Uncle J would work. We could see if he knows something.”
“Cool. I owe him a visit now for him sticking his nose back into our territory, might as well get him to talk. But, we should wait for Lawrence in the morning, when he’s in a better headspace.”
I glanced at Isabella.
“Lawrence is weak. He’s always been weak, and now he’s getting weaker. It won’t be long until all strength has left his body and he ends up as deadweight.”
“Maybe…” I said, but I didn’t finish the thought.
I was worried about Lawrence. I was worried about everything. But most of all, I was worried that Isabella might be right.
D made a sound. “What was that?”
“No. It’s… it’s nothing.”