Day 247

National Novel Writing Month! Day 25 I reach out to touch him, afraid he’s an illusion, that I’ve finally lost the sanity no one believed I really had. He’s blurry and I blink, hot tears dripping onto his bare skin. There are puncture holes from needles, burn marks like someone hooked him to wires. Probably …

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Day 246

National Novel Writing Month! Violence warning for this entry. Day 24 The office building is quiet as we gather in the alley behind. I nod to Rex and he steps forward, connecting a drive to the back door. It’s a tense minute while it unlocks. We enter the door and head to the lifts, Rex …

Day 245

National Novel Writing Month! Day 23 I wind my way back to Zivon’s “shop,” taking a different winding route this time. I ping Mateo on the way, sending him another location. Zivon has the door open when I arrive, smiling as I approach. “Welcome back, Dylan Davis.” “Hi, Zivon. I need a favor.” He crosses …

Day 244

National Novel Writing Month! (And a Happy [belated] Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans.) Day 22 We’re mid-massage when Mateo pings, Rex groaning. “Do we have to?” “Afraid so.” I smile, pulling the sheet with me as I sit up, nodding to the young masseuses as they bow and exit the room. Rex stays laying, turning …

Day 243

National Novel Writing Month! Day 21 Rex throws up the schematics of the Watanabe lab on our display. I blink, turning slowly to look at him. “Tell me this is a joke.” “Afraid not. Welcome to twelve floors of terrors.” “Why are there no rooms?” “As it turns out, they aren’t legally required to keep …

Day 242

National Novel Writing Month! Day 20 Rex is just getting out of the shower when I wake up, dripping wet despite the towel wrapped around his waist. I give him a wave and roll out of bed, rubbing my face. “Late night?” “Something like that. Did you find anything on the skin job?” “Possibly. I’m …

Day 242

National Novel Writing Month! Day 19 I pull out the Kataoka, collecting as many targets as it can, banking on Reizo being above the grunt work. If he dies, my trail is cold. There are six around the vehicles, lifting the crates, and I tense. I’ll have a few seconds before anyone can react. Better …