Remoras Full Chapter LXXXIV: Sunrise
Bit my hand.
Yep.
Itâs hard as a rock. All blue and numb. Thereâs no other way around it: frostbite.
Ha. Iâm going to die, arenât I?
Yes, it was a morbid thought, but it was always important for one to remember their own mortality. Some people have this idea that when we die, we all die alone. I donât think thatâs true, though. Thereâs always something with us. Even in death, weâre given comfort by our surroundings. In life, we have friends, family, the people we meet along the way, both good and badâŠ
...but to hell with it. For all intents and purposes, I walked alone in the dead of night, a purple sky, illuminated by the northern lights. Not even that could light my path ahead, however, as all I saw in the distance were shadows of mountain ranges, little squares and rectangles that may have been buildings, and a yellow glow further out.
Wait. Wasnât that significant?
Looks like I had a bit of luck left in me after all. Lady Luck, if youâre out there, Iâll blow a kiss your way.
Yes, even as I was left stranded in the middle of the night, my clothes soaked and clung to me, now turned to near-ice, and my hands frostbitten, I wouldnât give up so easily. I felt the constant shiver, the kind Remora would often feel. But more than that, I was sure I should have reached the stage of âparadoxical strippingâ about an hour ago (not that I had a sense of time, but it sure felt like an hour) yet there I was, clothes still stuck to me. Wouldnât someone call that fate?
So when I saw through the front window the silhouette of a man in a black suit and slacks with slick, black hair, and thin, delicate glasses, my frozen heart started to thaw just a little.
Is that...am I home? I thought, even though it went against what I had been told. No matter how hard it was to walk, I had to enter that diner. I had to go through those doors, even if I collapsed as soon as I entered.
In retrospect, some might have called it fate that I did exactly that: shoved my way through the front door, only to collapse at the entrance.
âInteresting. So youâre telling me that you came from another timeline â one where you and I are husband and wife?â
His hands were folded and rested on the edge of the table. He sat across from me, smiling slightly, but not giving much indication as to how he really felt or believed. In other words: it was Ray, all right.
I nodded. While I did manage to explain the situation to him, it was still hard to get words out, especially what with all the shivering and defrosting I was doing.
âIncredible,â he continued. âWhile I wouldnât say this is the first time someone has crashed through my restaurant in critical condition, this is certainly the first time someoneâs told me a story like that.â
I shook all the moisture off of me like a wet dog. Water flew all over the floor, the window (which was already foggy) and the table. Ray didnât look concerned, even as some got on his sleeve, and he just sipped his tea like usual.
Someone, who had a split, pencil mustache, sure looked concerned, however.
He was in a blue and white striped suit, with a green bucket hat over his head, and matted, swamp-green hair poking out. In other words, he looked just like your typical waiter if the restaurant in question encouraged quirky dress codes.
âExcuse me. You just got water all over the floor,â he sounded rather annoyed.
âPlease, Pierre. This is a guest. We can always clean the floor later,â Ray turned toward the waiter. When he turned back to face me, he waved his hands away. âSorry, youâll have to excuse my husband.â
A knot twisted in my stomach. Not that this man, Pierre, wasnât handsome in any way, just that it was yet another reminder that this wasnât my world. This wasnât my Ray.
Oh, but heâs still Ray in any other way that matters. That much is clear.
âHeh,â I smirked, âI get it. Crazy lady shows up and says sheâs your wife. Itâd be enough to make anyone a little irritated. But donât worry, Iâm not trying to steal you from him. Iâm also not expecting you to believe me. Like, what? Iâm from an alternate version of here? Oh, but Iâve got more stories to tell. Maybe crazy enough stories to make what I already told you seem plausible.â
By now, I was starting to return to my usual self. It helped that Ray had given me a blanket and orange and white fleece sweater. His generosity could be tricky, as he knew his way around people enough to make anyone feel special, even if he didnât know those people at all. If I wasnât careful, Iâd breakdown and wish for him to be my Ray. But I couldnât do that. I had another one back at home. It wasnât right to be greedy.
âGo on. I wonât promise to believe you, but Iâm always willing to listen to a guest. Say, would you like some tea? Iâm currently drinking oolong.â
I waved my hand away as if I was fanning myself.
âNo thank you. I would like some whiskey, though.â
âWhiskey?! Really?! You were stranded in the cold and THATâS what you want?!â Pierreâs outbursts were rather amusing. I forgot that this wasnât a world that didnât know who I was.
âEh? Why not?â I shrugged. âA drinkâs a drink. I always find those drinks to warm me up and provide a kick. Especially good for colder climates.â
He continued to gawk until Ray snapped his fingers.
âWell? Are you going to bring this lady her drink?â
âOf course, my love!â Pierre saluted, then ran off to the back. I had a little snicker at the sight before I returned my focus to this Ray.
âDid he take your last name? Or did you his?â I pointed my thumb toward the back.
âHa. Neither. Weâre pretty independent like that. Iâm Ray Sunshine, as you know, and heâs Pierre Oiseaux.â
âI canât pronounce that.â
âDonât worry about it. You can just call him Pierre. He calls me âhubbyâ or âmy loveâ, but that bitâs a little irrelevant.â
âItâs a little gaudy,â I agreed.
âExcuse me?â Pierre returned with a glass of bright, sun-kissed whiskey in hand. âWho are you to say Iâm gaudy?â
âSorry, no offense. Such pet names arenât my thing. But itâs fine if itâs yours.â
He let out a deep sigh.
âSorry. Sorry. Iâm just a little on-edge right now,â he admitted.
âOh, hun. High strung? What about?â I asked.
âJust marriage trouble,â Ray joked. I say âjokedâ but his delivery was rather flat. Not deadpan, either. Just real jolly and matter-of-fact.
Which, if there was one thing that must have been consistent among Rays was this: when he says marriage trouble, he means something else. If he says something other than marriage trouble, than it might have been marriage trouble. Thatâs how Ray operated. He was honest in his dishonesty.
I want to pry...I want to pry...I want to pryâŠ
âSo, what other stories do you got for me?â Ray asked.
Damn it! I missed my chance to pry!
âWell, you got your hand shot by a former assassin named Remora. You later just got your whole arm amputated and got it replaced with a prosthetic, though you usually just find it easier to cook without that fake arm attached. You know Rhea Flection?â
He shook his head.
âDarn. Sheâs a well-known former assassin as well. Been to many timelines. So, Remora is another version of Rhea. Who died, by the way, except never mind, no she didnât. Say, what about the time traveling gay mafia boss, Tony Falsetto? Are you still friends with him?â
âWhile I donât like to make my connections known, no, Iâve never met someone by that name.â
Lame. Whereâd all the cool people go?
âMan. I wonder what Demetriaâs up to. Maybe since she never met Remora, she finished school and is studying them fishes. Oh, and Tigershark. Well, I guess since Cronus never showed up here, sheâd still be with her parents and be going by Rotellina Littlewheel. Hmm...does that mean my timeline was the bad timeline and this is the good one?â I thought out loud.
âThe Littlewheels? They were regular guests here. Cute kid, too. Their research was done, though, and theyâre living in Italy now.â
Hearing that put a smile on my face. Sure, I would never meet the Tigershark that wasnât Tigershark, but at least this version had her parents. She was probably happy, if nothing else.
âThey were good people, yeah?â I asked.
âYeah. They were.â
I couldnât think of anything else to say. Nothing that would impress him, anyway. Sure, I could have mentioned Aion. Maybe those two had history here as well. But letâs be honest: I had bigger concerns.
âHey. So. Itâs a longshot, but have you seen a slender black woman named Ananke with cool armor over her limbs?â
âCanât say I have.â
âDamn. Sheâs my ticket out of here. If anyone knows how I can get back home, itâs her.â
âHome? As in your timeline?â Ray pondered.
Matters such as this could be so delicate. There were many ways to approach such things. Yes, a simple âyesâ would have sufficed, but I was much more sophisticated. So I shook my head.
âNo. Home as in my home. It may not be the best place, but itâs the one I love.â
âWell, for your sake, I hope you find it. Iâll be on the look out for this âAnanke.â Let me know if thereâs anything I can do.â
Why, yes, dear Ray, there is something, I grinned.
So thatâs how I ended up walking out the door of the restaurant with a fishing pole and bait in hand. This Ray also gave me a bundle of sticks for good measure. There was only one thing left to do: walk a fair distance away from the restaurant and light a fire. With any luck, I could cut a hole in the ground and do a bit of ice fishing.
Right when I thought I found a good spot to drop everything, I heard a neat little clicking sound behind me.
âJust what are you really after?â Growled a rather, if I was in the complimenting mood, handsome voice.
âI told ya already. Iâm not interested in your husband. I have my own,â I smirked.
Moisture ran from my thick hair down to my neck. It wasnât sweat, I knew that much. It was just proof that I wasnât fully recovered from almost being a snow cone.
âThatâs not what I mean! Who do you work for?â
âHuh? I work in the name of wanderlust. Iâm after a way to get home.â
âI bet that was just a sob story you made up! You said yourself that you donât expect Ray to believe you!â
âYeah, because itâs pretty ridiculous, donât you think? But it doesnât matter how believable it is. Itâs the truth, and as long as I know the truth, what else matters?â I was really starting to get exhausted with this guy. What stick was up his butt, seriously? âBut tell me, what do you think my intentions are? What do you think Iâm after?â
âYou mentioned a time traveling mafia! That must be it! Youâre in one of those groups! Youâre probably here to get revenge on Ray after he stole from you guys!â
Thatâs my Ray! Cunning to the end. Ahem! I should probably be scared, huh? That Pierre guyâs got a gun on me. Heâs already made up his mind and now heâs going to defend the man he loves.
âLook, buddy, Iâve lost count of how many times Iâve had a gun pointed at me. Worse, been shot at,â I had my wrist ready. Stella was going to come through. Sheâd deflect that bullet. Hopefully the bullet wouldnât hit him in return, and if it did, hopefully it wouldnât be fatal, but hey, it would still be better than me getting shot. âSo believe me when I say that I wonât be the one shitting my pants.â
âRAAAAA!â He yelled and pulled the trigger. Luckily, I knew to turn just as soon as his yell started out as a growl, and with a flick of my wrist, Stella, the bracelet on my armâŠ
...did nothing.
She remained a bracelet. No whipping power, no baton, nothing.
Actually, something did happen, though. Something significant: my knuckles bled.
âAAAH!â I groaned and hissed as I held onto my knuckle. Luckily, the bullet missed, but it sure grazed me good.
âWhat?! Why would you try to aim your fist at the bullet?! Were you trying to punch it?!â Pierre freaked out. Given the situation, if anyone shouldâve been freaking out, itâd be me.
âNo? That would be dumb! I can punch many things, but a bullet isnât one of them!â I shouted. I had to such in my breath in intervals just to make sure no tears would flow.
âThen what were you trying to do?!â
âItâd be pointless to explain now! Anyway, why did you shoot me?!â
âI was just trying to protect my husband!â
âBig whoop! All I wanted to do was fish and now Iâm not even going to enjoy that properly!â
âIâm sorry!â
âYou better be! Do you have any bandages?!â
Our shouting match was one for the century, but even if I took a physical hit, I was still coming out on top.
âYeah...uh...hold on,â he lowered his voice while shuffling his feet. His head hung low in shame as he headed back in the restaurant.
I sat down next to the bundle of sticks and my fishing rod.
âStupid...stupidâŠâ I hissed and shook my head.
This whole trip to an alternate timeline has been stupid from the start. Who cares if the world was better off without Remora ever showing up here? Or if Demetria never had a reason to come to the arctic? Or if Tigershark never became Tigershark? Or if Ray and I werenât a duo? This whole world couldâve been a fucking paradise, but it still wasnât my home.
But no, I wasnât going to cry. It wouldnât do me much good. Not until Iâve made it back home to everyone. Then I could bawl my eyes out.
Pierreâs soft footsteps were like the sounds of someone chewing through spoonfuls of dry cereal. He crouched down beside me, legs spread, and held some bandages and tape in his hand.
âLend me your arm,â he said in a sloppy, oily tone.
My gaze was downcast at the patch of icy ground that Iâd like to dig into and try to catch some fish. While I did what I was told, I didnât wish to look him in the eye. Itâs not that I held anything against him, I was just exhausted.
âIâve had a long day,â I said as he wrapped the bandage around my knuckles.
âTell me about it. Iâm sure I didnât help.â
âEh. Itâs not the first, nor will it be the last time, some guy shot at me.â
âThatâs concerning.â
âIs it? If this werenât such a regular occurrence Iâd be much angrier with you.â
âHa. You sure ainât normal. You sure you ainât with some mafia?â
All I could do was shake my head.
âNegative. Iâm not organized enough to be in organized crime.â
âThen how do you intend to make it home?!â
There he went again, shouting. God damn it, Pierre, couldnât you just keep your voice at an even volume?
He tightened the bandage and tucked the end of it to the first layer.
âThere,â he stood up like a flamingo and trotted back toward the restaurant. âI really hope you find your home, lady.â
âThanks!â I grinned. âMy nameâs Sunny!â
After he went inside, I turned to see the curtains of the restaurant draw to a close. Teal curtains, which, regardless of whether or not the color mattered, it was still odd to see them close at all. In fact, I donât think we ever put up curtains in my homeâs diner. Guess thatâs just another thing thatâs different.
My left fist was still free. Sure, it would bleed soon, but not after IâŠ
A light tap was made against the earth in front of me. I looked up, of course, and almost grinned at what (if I were more naive) could have been my salvation: Ananke. Yes, Dr. Paracelsus herself graced me with her presence donned in black striped sweats, a peach cream colored tank top, and adorned with a golden necklace which displayed little snakes eating each otherâs tails. It wasnât just a casual landing, however. No, she was decked out with her mechanical frame. That bulky, black exoskeleton which allowed her to fly around and pulverize whoever she damn well pleased (if she pleased to do so at all). It was a rather unflattering jacket which almost made me suspect that its real purpose was to distract from the beauty within.
âWhat brings you here?â I asked.
âI wanted to check up on you. Is that so wrong?â She returned my question with another.
âNo,â I shook my head, âitâs not. As you can see, Iâm getting by.â
There were more pressing matters to discuss, but I couldnât bring myself to show any contempt toward her, even if my current position was less than ideal.
Her expression didnât change â flat, monotone. Very little lip movements. I wanted to say she reminded me of a little frigid friend of mine, but even said frigidity tended to be on the soft, more breezy side. In contrast, Ananke was a dearth of emotion.
âTell me â arenât you cold?â I asked.
âFreezing, burning. Such things mean little to me.â
Cryptic. I see. If thatâs how she was going to be, there was little reason to keep beating around the bush.
âI want to return home.â
No question, not this time.
âYou know that canât happen,â she shook her head.
âAnd why is that?â
âI need that device to satisfy destiny. Besides, you may not see it yet, but itâs safer for you here.â
âI donât care whatâs safer. What I care about is being with the ones I love.â
âCompared to the magnitude of the world, your wish is mere dust. You can always rebuild. Find new love. New dreams. There is a whole world of adventure that awaits you.â
âSo inspiring,â I crooned sarcastically. âBut Iâm nothing if not stubborn.â
Even if I lived for another fifty years, there was only one adventure that mattered to me right now.
âYou seem to know a lot about this whole,â I made vague gestures. âWhy doesnât Stella work anymore? When I tried to use her, it was just a regular olâ whip.â
âStella?â She tilted her head.
âMy âangel weaponâ as Iâm sure youâd call it.â
âAh. That must mean the angel is no more. Which means the world you came from will soon be no more.â
Just as the pulse on my wounded knuckle pounded, so too did my heart.
âThatâs even more reason for me to go back! I canât let this happen to my family!â
I stood up. Catching fish could wait. So too could starting a fire. There was already something blazing deep within me.
âEven if you were able to go back, there is nothing you can do. Now stop this foolishness. Your lifespan is but a speck. Donât waste it.â
âIâll waste my life however I damn well please.â
It was subtle, but her brows, as thin as they were, wriggled until they met a slight crease against her smoky eyes.
âOf course. I see now this is the kind of person you are. Just as you are dedicated to your foolishness, so too have I dedicated my life to my research.â
What will it take to convince you? I wondered. I knew I stood no chance in a fight. Not with my current equipment.
âI take it you and Aion were lovers? Or perhaps if not lovers, you had feelings for him?â I tried out an old trick of mine.
âAre you daft? We agreed to work with each other so long as our goals intersected. Once they parted, so did we. If there was anything I could say about him, itâs that heâs a fool masquerading as a genius.â Then, she smiled. âThen again, he might say the same about me.â
âSo what? Any other lovers? What about friends?â
âWhy the inquiry now?â
âWell, itâs just that...arenât you lonely? Maybe I could help you with your research. Be your colleague, your companion. And maybe...something else.â
She coughed out a laugh.
âYou cannot hope to seduce me. Men and women alike have tried over the years, but none of them would satisfy. Their lives are so fleeting, and they would only serve as a distraction. Even if I felt anything past a kinship with you, it wouldnât even put a dent into my life. Half of your lifespan is not even half of one percentage of how long I have lived. What good does a mortal love do me?â
âWait. âMortalâ? Are you telling meâŠ?â
âFor thousands of years, I have lived. Tempered by the elements. Survived poisoning, stabbing, burns, starvation, dehydration. I am not invincible, but hardened to the point by a desperate need for survival.â
âEven if that were true, how could anyone live for, what, thousands of years?â
âCome on, Sunny. You said you believed in magic. How absurd could it be that I was blessed by a god to live on and carry out my fated goal?â
A shiver ran down my spine.
âJust what is your goal?â
âA simple, but more meaningful one than you could ever conjure: I have seen my original tribe assimilated, only to be made into several different cultures over the years, and having lost its original culture. My original people, displaced until forgotten. War and changing of values, the colonization of an already civilized people. Lands ravaged until inhospitable. Did you know that the Sahara was once a thriving landscape where crops grew?â
âSo what? Your goal is to restore your former people? And why does a time travel device factor in? Are you planning to bring your community back into this time? What with the changing of landscape, I doubt theyâd even survive this period.â
âNo. You misunderstand, as most are want to do. I was an outcast in my own tribe. Assaulted, tortured, ostracized. I donât hold resentment for them, as I was quite weak back then. I hold no resentment for the changing of times, either. I know that change is inevitable, and values clash constantly. I donât need community, and I know that this planet wonât last forever. All I wish for is a land that will last. Unbothered by pollution. Unbothered by the clashes of the outside world.â
âYou really donât think you would be lonely at all, do you?â I asked, this time genuine.
âI am not alone for fate is always with me.â
âSo how does the time travel device factor in?â
âIt holds enough power to shield my land from attacks. I have spent countless years of research into creating an artificial landscape, unbothered by the environment which surrounds it. In certain places, tropical. Others, a desert. All of it, beautiful. A refuge of my own making.â
The idea sounded majestic, if not misguided. Or maybe I was the misguided one for still preferring my home over her potential home.
âIâm sorry to put you in this position, but it looks like I have to crush your dream in order to fulfill mine.â
I positioned into a fighting stance, my uninjured knuckle facing forward.
âAre you blind? Deaf, perhaps? Even if my body wasnât tempered the way it was, my armor will surely protect me,â she sounded surprised. Turns out she didnât know me as well as she thought.
I charged forward and readied my fist. As I swung forward, she blocked with the armor covering her arms, something which I already predicted she would. That was when I shot my leg forward and kicked her in the stomach. Despite that part of her being defenseless, she did not so much as budge or groan. My foot under my thick, leather boot, felt crushed as if a boulder landed upon it. I pulled back and hissed.
She really is hard as a rock, I thought.
My tactic changed: this time, I pulled out Stella. She may only be an ordinary whip now, but I was willing to bet I was strong enough to leave some kind of mark.
When I cracked it, she blocked it by lifting up her knee. Even if she wasnât so durable, that armor was still in the way. So I switched hands, aimed for her face and to my astonishment, she didnât even flinch or try to block as it hit her cheek. More so, there was nary a mark upon her.
She stepped back, undid her armor as she did so.
âI have no intention to fight you. I may not be capable of being harmed, but that doesnât mean I am very strong, either. Still, I have to deter you from such foolish notions,â she declared.
I kept trying to hit her while she continued to take steps backward. Then, her armor shifted into that of a long, thick, black cleaver of a sword.
No way. Is she going to cut me down with that thing?
But thatâs not what she did â in fact, what she did was far worse. She held it against her own wrist.
âWhile others wouldnât fare so well, I can allow myself to bleed,â she sounded less like she was about to harm herself, and more like she wanted to show me a magic trick. And indeed, she was, as she slid her blade against her wrist and a few drops of thick blood poured down and sunk into the frozen earth.
âIt is time you met one of my daughters.â
What was just her fresh blood expanded and shot upward until it formed the shape of a person: brown skin, short, braided black hair, and emerald green eyes. Her pointed teeth poked out from her full lips and she opened her mouth and spoke in a firm, yet warm tone:
âYou summoned me, mother?â
âYes, Atropos. Go fight Sunny for me, but do not mortally wound her. She need not die, only deterred.â
âMother, call me Aisa,â her summoned daughter pursed her lips and pleaded. Despite looking like a grown woman, this âchildâ of Anankeâs expression reminded me of a toddler soon to burst into tears.
âBut that name is too hard to pronounce,â Ananke rebuffed.
âI wonât do as you say until you call me Aisa.â
âFine,â Ananke sighed, not nearly as stubborn as I. âGo fight Sunny, Aisa!â
Although Aisa was blocking the view, I managed to catch a striking detail from Ananke for just a split second â her wound on her wrist had already closed up and healed, without even so much as a scar.
Her sword transformed back into her outer armor and attached itself to her limbs. Before turning away, she addressed me.
âDonât come looking for me,â she warned before flying off.
If I didnât know any better, Iâd think it was an invitation.
A faint trace of smoke was left by the fuel used to carry Ananke away. I let out a faint cough, and I would have been thankful for that brief warmth, were it not for the guest in front of me.
Aisa wore a long, flowing, white robe, with a V-neck which tastefully (in my opinion) showed off her small cleavage. That robe of hers extended down to the point that they covered the ground and blocked any view of possible footwear. Shame, too, as whether she was wearing sandals, boots, or barefoot could have made a huge difference in whether I stood a chance or not.
She reached her hands into her pockets and pulled hand spindles from one, and a wooden wheel from the other. Even if its diameter was smaller than my head, I still imagined it would have done some damage were it to strike me.
Jeez. How big are those pockets? I wondered, but not a moment sooner, she spun the wheel toward me, with many strings connected to it.
I dodged in time and she ran toward me, tossing spindles my way. One cut against my cheek. I tried to grab onto the needle, unbothered by the cut, even in the stinging cold, but she pulled the needle back.
I bet sheâs a yo-yo expert, I observed and pulled out my whip. Stella may no longer be âStellaâ as I knew her, but she was still stellar in her own right.
With one crack, I wrapped Stella around the threads of her spindles and pulled her closer to me, then kicked her down.
âHa,â she smirked, âI can see why mother would find you special.â
âMe? Special?â I asked, wide-eyed.
âYes,â she closed her eyes. Her wheel, which still hung low, spun toward me and cracked against the icy ground. I watched as her hand flung the string forward and aimed the wheel up toward my stomach. I held onto my whip with both hands and blocked against the wheel. The wheel didnât let up speed and spun higher, toward my face, forcing me to follow along with my whip.
I thought it would keep getting closer and shred my whole face apart, but just as I could feel a tickle of wind against my nose, it slowed down. Aisa pulled back, leaped up and spun in the air. She flew up high enough that for a moment I thought she was a fairy.
Instead, she dove down like a torpedo. I backed away, and in that moment, noticed that she wore stiletto heels with a dagger poking out. I gulped, grabbed onto her ankle, and tossed her away.
She landed on her feet, unfazed.
âHa! Iâm impressed as well! See, mother doesnât care for people, but you? You caught her interest!â She as flattering as she was in ecstasy over the thrill of battle.
âI donât see how!â I shouted back. âI donât have any magic power! Iâm not immortal!â
She spun the wheel and it missed my face, but cut against the sleeve of my shoulder and left a searing cut.
âAck!â I winced.
âDonât sell yourself short. Mother is never wrong.â
Weâll see about that, I huffed.
She tossed spindles once again. Each time, I swatted them away with my whip. It was my turn to advance on her, and this time Iâd whip her senseless.
âNot bad,â she nodded. âUnfortunately, Iâm going to wrap this up now.â
She didnât try to dodge my whip. Instead, she set her wheel on the ground, then propelled herself up into the air once again, with wheel in hand.
I avoided this once, I can do it again.
She dove down, aiming her heels once again my way. I backed away and wrapped my whip around her ankle. She was caught, and would soon be slammed to the ground and I thrust down.
However, she had the same idea, and slammed her wheel right against my stomach. I was knocked back to the ground.
Aching, I tried to pick myself up. She didnât pull back her wheel, and it kept me down, like a weighted blanket.
âFor a mortal with an ordinary weapon, you put up a good fight. However, as I am the weakest of the fate sisters, you have no hope of reaching mother.â
She pulled her wheel back and placed it in her pocket. I watched her wrap threads around herself and she spun away like a spinning top. She leaped up in the distance and I watched her fade away into a crimson mist.
âUgh,â I rubbed my head.
Dawn would be breaking in just a few hours.
I checked on Stella, my whip, and saw that the middle of her was threadbare, almost cut in half from the pressure of that accursed wheel. It made me lay my head back on the ground in defeat.
Only a few minutes later, I struggled my way to sitting up. My busted up belly ached to the point I felt like throwing up, but I held in whatever bile would have spewed out.
Tears flowed down my cheeks. It stung the cut on my cheek, even if the cold already did a good job of that.
Utter defeat. Time and time again.
No, I wasnât going to give up, but when I counted up the different times Iâve lost, the idea was tempting.
Then there was the issue of succeeding. Was I really willing to destroy someoneâs home in order to see myself back home?
I folded my knees and buried my head in them.
Where was my determination? It must have been buried as well.
My greatest treasure: my home. Iâll retrieve it at all costs. But how?
I must have been lost in my wallowing to the point that I didnât hear anyone approaching. It was only when a hand was placed on my shoulder, the same one that was still wet with my blood.
I looked up to see Ray. Not my Ray, but it was still him all the same.
âWhatâs wrong, miss lady?â He asked in his soft, Ray voice.
âRayâŠâ I sounded hoarse, weary.
âWonât you tell me another story? Someone as interesting as yourself shouldnât be so sad.â
âI donât know if I have it in me.â
âAt least come inside where itâs warm.â
âBut what about your husband?â
âI already gave him a few good spankings. Apologies for his rudeness.â
What other choice do I have? I thought while taking his hand.
Pierre looked down in shame next to the bar counter where Ray would usually serve drinks to passing customers.
Of course, most of the time, the diner lacked customers, and this time was no exception.
What other yarns could I spin for them? Either out of regret for his actions or genuine interest, Pierre sat next to Ray at the booth and leaned in. Both of them were awaiting some kind of tale.
After I took a sip of warm water, I figured it out.
âOne time, there was a sculpture I learned about under an Egyptian tomb. Emeralds for eyes and in the shape of Anubis. But I wasnât about to donate it to some museum or sell it to a black market â no, thatâs not the way I rollâŠâ
It was a fantastic tale, one from my old days. That tomb consisted of a maze and several traps, including moving giant statues with spears. Ah, I was a lot more agile then, as well.
âWow so you were a regular treasure hunter?â Pierreâs eyes lit up.
âHa. You like that?â
âWell, I always dreamed of doing stuff like that when I was a kid, but then I stubbed my toe on a thumbtack while exploring an abandoned building in my neighborhood.â
Ray wrapped his arm around Pierreâs shoulder.
âHeâs such a baby,â Ray joked, âbut I love him anyway.â
âWell, Iâm a baby, too. Iâm just a big one with lots of experience. Sometimes you just gotta...jump into that active volcano, wander into a toxic mine shaft, or search for the monster under your bed.â
âYeah, but you make all that sound easy,â Pierre whined.
âItâs not that itâs easy, itâs that itâsâŠâ
I didnât know the word. I probably did at one point.
My sole weapon is nearly broken. In those examples, I usually had a parachute, a gas mask, or a torch.
âSo hereâs another story, from just a few minutes ago: Ananke, the woman that Iâm searching for, turns out sheâs immortal.â
âWhat? Oh, right, itâs a story,â Pierre was shocked until he scoffed.
âJust because itâs a story doesnât mean itâs not astonishing, dear,â Ray closed his eyes and sipped his tea.
âMaybe sheâs not invincible, but immortal and ageless? Yeah. And for what itâs worth, she practically seems invincible. I tried to fight her and not so much as a dent. Someone like her is beyond belief.â
âIt sounds like youâve got a thing for her,â Pierre suggested.
âI have a thing for Ray,â I waved my hand away, âerr...not your husband. Mine.â
âYes, but sheâs your ticket out of here, no?â Ray said. âI must say, even if you make it back home, youâre not someone Iâm likely to forget any time soon.â
âThat is true. But I donât even know where she resides.â
Ananke mentioned somewhere tropical. In the Southern hemisphere, perhaps? But didnât she say it was an artificial environment? So the region probably doesnât matter so much. Now that I think of it, she found me pretty fast, didnât she? Itâs almost as ifâŠ
âI think I do, actually!â I shouted and grinned.
âOh? Thatâs great,â Ray clapped his hands together.
âYeah! I gotta go there now! Like, pronto! ASAP!â
âBut...your injuriesâŠâ Pierre pointed to my knuckles, then my shoulder.
âEh. Wounds build character,â I flexed my arms.
âYeah, if you give them time to heal! Be sensible!â
âPierre Oiseaux, you bird brain! Youâve known me to be a fool since I got here! Why would I be sensible now?â
âItâs not pronounced âWee-saw,â and you should be sensible because what good is going home dead? If Ray died doing something stupid, Iâd never forgive myself. Think about what your Ray must feel if you died doing something stupid!â
âIf Ray dies doing something stupid, just kick him until he wakes up!â
Ray chuckled.
âI should agree with my husband â but I wonât say this isnât amusing,â he said.
I paced around the dining area. It wasnât good enough to think it would be close. And just saying I wanted to be there now wouldnât get me there.
âQuick question: do you know an Aurora B?â I asked the two gentlemen.
âWhat?! Are you associated with her? Her and her gang are awful!â
âIn a manner of speaking, yes. But Iâm not looking to rob you guys. In fact, if I wanted to do that, sheâd already be nearby and of course things arenât that easy.â
âWhy would you want to meet her?â
âBecause she could take me there. I have a feeling that Anankeâs close.â
âIâve got a motor sled. Why donât you just borrow that?â
âPierre, I could kiss you if you were Ray and not Pierre. But even if I used your sled, Iâd still have to swim across freezing water.â
âIâm with my love on this one,â Ray held out his hand and waved it about. âSheâs tried to rob us before a couple of times. Even though she wasnât successful the second time, she still made a mess of the place. I donât even think she meant to leave it a mess, she was just shitfaced drunk and kept knocking into things.â
âHa ha! Iâve done that before!â
Actually, now that I thought about it, I did have a way to contact her. That is, if my hunch was correct.
âRay, can I borrow your phone?â
âWhatever for, miss?â He asked, smiling coyly.
âI want to know just how alternate this timeline is,â I explained.
Pierre gave a confused look with a side of disgust.
Ray tossed his phone and I caught it in my palm. Just a simple black flip phone. Rather outdated, but yâknow, it was cute.
I entered in the digits and dialed.
Back in my own time, Ray had (reluctantly) added Auroraâs number to his contacts back when he decided to have her babysit the diner. I pretty much had her number memorized. Not that I called her often or anything.
The phone rang a few times before I finally heard a familiar, gruff voice.
âWho is this?â She grunted.
âHey pretty lady,â I cooed. âWhy donât you come over to my place. Iâve got something for you.â
It was Rayâs turn to give a confused look. From the other end of the line, Iâm sure Aurora looked just as confused. In hindsight, there was a better way to get her attention.
âI think you have the wrong number. I donât do booty calls. I got a crew to satisfy me.â
Fuck this.
âIâm not talking about sex! Iâm talking about food! I heard from a friend that you and your crew was starving, so I thought I could help, but you know what? Screw this! Some ingrate you are!â
âHey! Nobody talks to me like that! Where are you? Iâll show you a thing or two!â
âRayâs place. Look for a yellow building. Canât miss it.â
âGah! Just you wait! Iâll satisfy my hunger and then make you eat those words!â
âBring it.â
I hung up and tossed the phone back to Ray.
âWhat did you do that for?! Are you trying to endanger us all?!â Pierre panicked.
âYeah, that was...wow,â Ray gave a nervous smile.
âTrust me. Just as much as I know how to deal with Ray, I also know how to deal with her.â
âI hope youâre right,â both Pierre and Ray said.
Now we just had to wait.
We didnât have to wait long. For all Auroraâs faults, she was at least good at keeping her word. The train parked right in front of the diner. I stepped outside just as she stepped out of the front train car.
There she was, the big redhead with the big, bushy strawberry hair. She had on a thick yellow wool sweater, a gray scarf, and fuzzy black pants.
Oh, and a heavy scowl.
She rolled up her sleeve and clenched her fist.
âWho are you? I wanna know the name of the person Iâm about to beat to a pulp!â
Good luck. Iâve already been beaten pretty bad. Whatâs a little more?
âSunny Reyes, at your service,â I took a bow.
She grunted.
âIâve never heard of you!â
âWell, Iâve heard of you.â
âOf course! Who hasnât heard of the great Aurora B? Now are you ready to pay for what you called me?â
âWhat? Pretty?â
Aurora stroked her chin.
âNow that I get a good look, youâre rather pretty, yourself. What say you? Wanna join my crew after I finish giving you the beating of a lifetime?â
âThatâs only if you can beat me.â
âOh, I sure can!â She began to run toward me, but I held my palm out.
âHold it! I didnât say how we would battle, did I?â
âWhat? You canât just order me around!â
âLeg wrestling. You and me.â
Auroraâs face turned red.
âWell...I...my legs are so strong that I could probably crush yours like a grapeâŠâ
âWhat? Scared?â
âNo way! Youâre on! Right here and now!â
âYou canât be serious, Sunny! Leg wrestling? Unprotected?â Pierre asked, the fear in his voice palpable.
âWhat? Weâre both wearing pants.â
âThatâs not the point! People have died leg wrestling! Itâs no joke!â
âThatâs silly talk! Leg wrestling is perfectly safe as long as you know what youâre doing,â I waved my hand away.
Jeez. Pierre really was a baby.
We both laid flat on the ground, opposite of each other, but our legs against one another. Just as we raised our knees, Aurora yelled, âwait!â
âWhat now?â
âWe should at least roll up the sleeves of our pants. Whoâs ever heard of arm wrestling with mittens on?â
âOh, right. Good point.â
We rolled up our pant sleeves to our knees and folded our bare knees into each other, with her foot between my legs, and mine between hers.
âHey hey!â Waved what looked to be a cheerful redhead with freckles. âIâm Allison Daughters! Iâll be your referee!â
She jumped up outside the train and looked real giddy, with a whistle tied around her neck.
âAll right! Whoever can pin the otherâs knee down first, wins!â She explained, then blew her whistle.
We pushed against each other. I had to admit, she was doing a pretty good job of keeping her knee in place, but only time would tell if she would last.
âRemember: if I win, you gotta join my crew,â she sneered.
âLetâs make this interesting: if I win, you gotta take me somewhere,â I said back.
âWhat?â
âI have somewhere in mind.â
I began pushing harder and her leg began to fold inward.
âGah!â She grunted.
âI canât bear to look! Itâs too scary!â Pierre gasped.
Oh please. Even though you tried to shoot me? I thought, though my eyes were concentrated on Auroraâs leg. I pushed harder and saw as her knee began to go down, even just a little.
âI canât lose yet! My pride as a captain is on the line!â
She pushed herself up and sat up. I didnât know whether or not that could be considered cheating, but I didnât really care. It wasnât going to give her the advantage she thought it would.
I sat up and inched closer to her.
âNow weâre even,â I declared and began to push harder. She let out a gasp as she tried to push my leg away.
âNngâŠâ She winced. âIf we get any closer to each other, this might get bad.â
âAgreed,â I held my own, but I wasnât getting her knee down any lower. I was still in the advantage, but damn if she wasnât trying.
âIâll allow it! Get as close as you want!â Called out Allison, the referee.
Aurora pushed harder and our knees were both up once again, evenly matched.
âYouâve got a lot of stamina,â I said.
âI practice with my crew.â
âSorry to sully your pride in front of your crew, but,â I pushed my leg with as much force as I could muster. Aurora tried to hold on, but it was clear she wouldnât hold much longer.
âHaa...haa...heh, if you beat me, forget about pride, youâll earn my respect.â
I grinned, even though I was straining to finish this.
And finish it I did â with one slam of my knee against hers, I pushed her knee down on her other leg and held it down.
âHa! Victory!â I raised my hands in the air.
We released our grips on each other and huffed in short breaths.
âHaa...aaâŠthat felt really good,â Aurora sighed.
âYouâre telling me. Been a while since Iâve had a good workout like that.â
âUm. Sunny. I think you drained our boss!â Allison declared.
âHey! Iâm just fine!â Aurora yelled and pushed herself up off the ground.
âAmazing,â Ray had his hand on his chin as if it were some game of chess.
âSo where is it youâre looking to go?â
âI believe thereâs an island off the coast of here. I want to get on that island.â
Aurora nodded.
âI see. Youâre one of those people.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing bad. I am too. See, there is an island, or rather, three islands. Itâs an archipelago surrounded by a wall of fire. Thereâs a bridge to get across the water to each island, but the problem is that itâs gated. Thereâs some powerful lady with a wheel who stands guard to the first island. She seems to let most people in as refugees, but itâs like sheâs some kind of mind reader.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike, you probably want in for the same reason I did: to steal the food and take it back for yourself, no? Or get this: thereâs probably a vast wealth of treasure on those islands. When I walked up, she said she knew what I was after and chased me off with her wheel. Like, excuse me? She wasnât even that hot.â
I snorted. Sounds like Aurora all right.
âWell, nobody tells me what I can and canât have...is what I would like to say, if I could get in. That fire wall stretches high. Unless you drop in from the sky, I donât see you walking in the normal way.â
âNah. And I donât want to.â
âSo if thatâs your goal, I donât know how I can help you, sorry.â
I placed my hand on Auroraâs shoulder. It wasnât like her to get discouraged. And I was already reeling back from remembering when I was discouraged.
âItâs okay. We can do this. You just gotta send me flying. Got a cannon?â
Her jaw dropped.
âWhat?â
The train sped through the icy terrain. I stood atop the front car, wind in my face.
Needless to say, this was going to happen. Just not in the way that I hoped.
No, I wasnât going to be launched from a cannon. Yes, she did have some, but none in working condition. Instead, one of her crewmates, Russel, said heâd take care of it and to wait in the front car. Allison brought Ray, Pierre, and Aurora a can of ginger ale in the meantime.
âIt ainât much, but it hits the spot. Dawnâs going to be breaking soon,â Allison looked out the window.
âMm,â Pierre hummed as he chugged down his can of soda. He let out a belch, then said, âyou know, I brew the best ginger beer. Itâs at Ray and Iâs place.â
âOh yeah? We might have to rob that from you guys sometime,â Allison said. She was far too cheerful about such a prospect.
Ugh. That reminds meâŠ
âHey. Aurora. Iâve got another deal for you.â
âYes, dear?â Auroraâs eyes fluttered. Something about being bested at leg wrestling really changed her demeanor.
âI want you to stop robbing Ray and his husbandâs establishment.â
âNu-uh. Whatâs in it for me?â Aurora crossed her fingers.
âIâm not telling you to quit your lifestyle â how about this? You avoid robbing their place, and theyâll give you and your crew free food for life.â
âWhat?! Whatâs in it for us?!â Pierre balked.
âAn interesting proposal, but one that we would have to agree to as well, no?â Ray said while stroking his chin.
âSimple: Aurora, you refer anyone you rob to eat at Rayâs diner. Heâll get customers. Youâll get free food. Sound good?â
Aurora shrugged.
âEh. Yeah. Sure. Maybe Iâm just getting on with age, but that sounds fine.â
She didnât sound too enthusiastic, but better than nothing.
âAnd if they go back on the deal,â she added, âI could just have my crew shoot âem.â
âThereâs no need to go that far. Iâd be happy to have you as a business partner,â Ray held out his hand. Aurora shook it while looking away and whistling.
The door to the train car opened. Out popped Russell with his thick brown facial hair and his thick, gray sweater and gray flappy hat.
âItâs ready,â he announced. âGot a big slingshot on the roof.â
Along with the announcement, he reached behind and tossed me a parachute.
âThanks, RJ!â
âUh-huh,â he growled. It sounded like a happy growl.
âI forgot that guyâs a construction expert,â Aurora said.
âOh? You mean to tell me heâs --â
âYeah. Into model trains.â
Thank goodness there was someone on a train who was into model trains. Always an essential crewmate to have.
âNow, hereâs the plan: I want you to accelerate until we get close to the side of the first island. Once weâre close, hit the brakes. Iâll be on the roof, preparing the sling.â
âAre you insane? Thatâs going to send you --â Pierre was about to protest, but I cut him off.
âYeah. I want Aurora to send me flying.â
Ray chuckled.
âI think I see now why my other self fell for you.â
âDamn right. I wanna get in her pants,â Aurora agreed.
âWell, Iâll have to give the other Ray and Aurora plenty of love when I get back home,â I gave them a thumbs up and climbed onto the roof.
Before I reached the top, Ray stopped me.
âHey. You had better live to tell the tale.â
I winked.
The train accelerated and the brisk air caught up with me. I felt icicles form on my nostrils. The wind and icy air caused my air to set backward. I didnât care. My racing heartbeat told me all I needed to know.
The sky grew brighter. What was deep purple turned into a light, frosty view. It was enough to make me reflect on some things. But not for long, as the island, with billowing flames blocking the way, came into view.
âNOW!â I shouted. âHIT THE BRAKES!â
I pulled the sling back and readied the parachute. I was going to do this.
Just as the train slammed to a halt, near the edge of the shore, there were a few bumps from the train cars in the back and I let go of the sling, soaring into the air in the process.
My parachute opened up midway through the air. I spread my arms out and grinned the whole way, the wind propelling me forward. It still didnât look like I was high enough...butâŠ
Whether I would become a shooting star or go down in flames, I knew I was going to make it.
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