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her skin hung off her arms. She was wearing a dull gray
nightgown.
    “Lester, who
do you have in there?”
    “Just a
friend. What are you doing up so late?”
    “My
arthritis was botherin ’ me, so I decided to walk
around a bit,” she said, rubbing her knees. “It’s a bit late for comp’ny , doncha think?”
    Holy crap, it’s com-PA- ny , Les thought. His grandmother had one of those thick
country accents he despised.
    “We’re just
going over Hero Saga strategies,” he
said. “We’re almost done.”
    She tried
looking into the room but Les only had the door opened a little and was
blocking the rest of the gap with his body.
    “All right.
Don’t forget to take out the trash in the mornin ’.”
    Morn-ING, he thought.
    “Okay,
Grandma,” he said.
    She went
back to her room. Les closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He sat
back down on the bed and watched as Michael started spinning again.
    “Why are you
looking for this person?” Les finally asked.
    “My brother
said we need their help with something.”
    “With what?”
    “If I tell
you, you won’t help me.”
    Les was
suddenly afraid to press on any further. He already knew he didn’t want to help
Michael find the person who was so important to him.
    And what
about Michael’s intentions with this person? If I tell you, you won’t help me, he’d said. He made it sound
diabolical.
    “Do you want
to kill this person?” Les asked.
    “Not at
all.”
    That was
something. Les felt a little better, but not much.
    Suddenly he
remembered something: “What should I do with the head in the fridge?”
    Michael
stopped spinning again. “I’d get rid of it before your grandma finds it.”
    Les stood up
to begin his task, but then turned to Michael. “Why did you put it in there in
the first place?”
    Michael
thought for a moment before saying, “I saw it in a movie once and thought it
would be cool.”
    “You must
have some crazy parents, if they let you watch movies like that.”
    “I don’t
know about my real parents, but my foster parents were pretty cool.”
    “You’re
adopted?”
    Michael
nodded. “My foster parents were killed.”
    “Oh. I’m
sorry.”
    “They died
trying to protect me from crazy people,” Michael said somberly. “I miss them.”
    “Crazy
people?”
    Michael
nodded again. “The people in our town tried to kill my brother and me when they
found out who we were, but our foster parents protected us.”
    Les thought
about that. Why would people want to kill Michael because of who he was? What
was he, exactly? Les was too afraid to find out, so he dropped the subject. For
now.

CHAPTER
6

 
 
    Owen was in total darkness and
the humming noise was soothing. He didn’t dare open his eyes. He knew if he
did, he would see the same thing he always saw. Green, always green. He didn’t
like that. He liked the soothing hum, though.
    But he had
work to do.
    He opened
his eyes and saw the objects that lay before him on his worktable: a set of
tools and an orb.
    The orb.
    Owen knew of
its importance, but not what it would be capable of … He couldn’t seem to
remember. All he knew was that it was important.
    But he had
more work to do. He had to finish his project. He studied the orb; it was dark red,
made even darker by the green sheen of the room, and appeared to be made of
marble. He ran his long, pale fingers over the surface. It responded with a low
rumble from within. He released it from his affectionate grip; he had to be
careful not to activate it. Not yet.
    It appeared
to be finished but he knew it wasn’t. It was missing a key component. He closed
his eyes once again.
    *   *   *
    Owen slowly
came awake and looked around, already knowing he was in his room; looking
around had become a reflex. He looked out his window; it was dark, but the
streetlights outside made it slightly bright. That grueling throb was already
beginning in his head.
    He left his
room and headed downstairs into the living room. The