The Last Night Good Night Chapter 11

The Last Night

 Chapter 11

Good Night 

 

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   “I see Mama.” Wyatt murmured when he slid from the bed and joined Ariel and Forrest. They were standing with Drias before a wall of stars and blackness. Drias turned away from the massive wall sized window.

  “What?” She looked down at him, “she is not out there. She is on Earth.”

 “Yes and so am I.” His features lifted when he tilted his head.

  Ariel and Forrest were suddenly wearing smiles.

  “What is this?” Drias asked. Her question was more a demand than an inquiry.

  “Mama. We’re here. We know.”

    Drias dropped to her knees so she could better study his face. “What do you know?”

   “They will find us.” Ariel said dreamily, “We must flee.” She grunted and laid her hands on Drias. “Take us back to Earth, now!”

  Drias almost fell back on her butt. No one had ever spoken to her with such force. 

  “Our minds are joined.” Forrest added, “but I can’t teleport that far yet. Still returning, so much temporal garbage to sort through. We need your ship.”

  “No.” 

  “Then we will die.” Ariel’s voice was cold and sharp. “We need proximity.”

  “Safety in numbers,” Wyatt quickly added, “Power in closeness.” He jerked his hands up to Drias’ face. “See,” he commanded when he clasped her head between his hands.

    A low moan emanated from deep within her trembling body. “A dream, a construct.” She exhaled the words like noxious gas.

  

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  “Yes,” Ariel gently stroked Drias’ head pushing back her hood when Wyatt released her head.

   “Reality will end.” Forrest said, “Nothing is what we thought it to be, no more than we are.”

  “That is why seers like us hid on earth so long ago.” Wyatt replied.

    “People love their lovely lies.” Ariel’s eyes began to water when she saw the light of a new reality ignite in Drias’ face, her eyes, black wells of uncertainty.

  Just then a rifle wielding Korus burst through the rear entrance, leading a half dozen heavily armored security soldiers. “Kill them, kill them all!” He shrieked, employing an ancient war cry that he knew would sink his security into a primal killing frenzy.

  Seven beams of searing red light hissed across the room.

   They instantly struck their tightly bunched targets giving them no chance to duck much less hide. The beams pierced their bodies simultaneously. Already hunched together they collapsed to the floor in a heap, a millisecond before the ship exploded against the seething face of white fire that had just consumed the wall windows of the ship.

   Back on Earth Martha and Macon suffered the same fate. Their bodies pierced and smoldering helpless against the consummation. They had found and psychically joined with their lost family just before the sky ignited. The white fire swept across earth’s face completely consuming everything its occupants’ called reality. Pink puffs popped everywhere but only for a sliver of a second. 

    The universe was gone, at least the one Wyatt and his people called home.