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“You won’t have eyes tonight. You won’t have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf, and dumb and all the dead will know; this is Hector: the fool who thought he killed Achilles.” Achilles, Troy Everett turned the steering wheel with his left hand as he flipped open his ringing phone. He glanced through the windows at the neighborhood, getting his bearings. “Yeah?” he said, wincing as he over-steered the car. “It’s Marilyn,” she said, turned away from Edgar’s hospital bed. “Yeah,” Everett said, bringing the car to a stop on the side of the road. He looked at Sydney in the seat next to him, the dame watching the dark suburban neighborhood. “How’s Edgar?” “He’s not good,” Marilyn said pensively. “The doctors are going to take him to surgery in a little while.” She turned and looked back at Melissa as she held his hand, stroking his face. “Everett, Melissa’s really pissed.” “Justifiably so,” he accepted. “Try to keep her calm. I know with her temper that’s not easy, but try. Coffee helps. Doesn’t seem like it would, but it does.” “Where are you guys?” she asked. “We’re outside one of the satellite bases that Alan set up,” Everett said. “I gotta call you back.” Before Marilyn could respond, the phone went dead. She looked at it and turned to Melissa and the barely-conscious Edgar. “He said he’d call me back.” Melissa smirked angrily, still stroking Edgar. “Know what you’re getting yourself into, Marilyn.” She blinked. “What?” “You,” Melissa said. “You and Everett.” She turned back to Edgar. “Falling in love with a knight is a hard thing to do. Of course,” she smiled sentimentally, “falling out of love with them is almost impossible.” “We’re not in love,” Marilyn protested. Melissa just gave her a look. “We-we’re not,” she insisted. Melissa nodded her head knowingly, her eyes settled on Edgar. “We’re not,” Marilyn pleaded. “My sweet Edgar,” Melissa said, ignoring Marilyn. “Be okay, please,” she implored. “Otherwise, how can I kill you for being such an ass?” she threatened with a laugh, her eyes tearing. She began to cry, curling into Edgar’s lap. Marilyn stepped back, unable to keep tears from her eyes as she watched. In the nighttime air, the wind was the only thing that moved the trees. As the insects called and the first songs of the morning birds echoed against the neighborhood trees, a black and red shadow shot past the nondescript white house. Roland ran to the edge of the house and dropped to one knee, his hand over his sheathed katana. Watching the front door on the porch, he signaled. A split-second later, Armand ran past him, kneeling at the far end of the house. On the opposite side, Sydney motioned for Ledger to move to the rear. With the four knights in place at the corners of the breadbox house, Everett ran across the lush green yard to the front door. He drew out Sunstorm and glanced at the surrounding area, noting the lack of attention in the darkness. He looked at Roland to his left, and Sydney over his shoulder. He turned to the door and kicked it hard, knocking it in. Like a shadow, he rushed inside. Silence. Silence. Silence. Roland looked to Sydney, neither sure how to respond. There was a loud cough and Everett ran back through the front door. He dropped to his knees on the porch and began to heave onto the lawn. “What the hell?” Roland exclaimed. He ran to join Everett, Armand and the others abandoning their posts. Everett regathered himself to control his vomiting, but he was gasping for air. Armand and Ledger looked at the house, then each other. Armand started for the house, but Everett caught him. “Don’t go in there,” he warned him fearfully. Sydney looked at Everett and the dark entrance to the house. She sniffed the air, for the first time becoming aware of the ominous scent of mold and metal. “Is that…blood?” she asked. She began to cough. “Oh my god, what is that?” she said, pulling her fresh red t-shirt over her nose. “That’s…” “Nasty!” Roland yelled, doing the same. “God, what is that?” Everett coughed violently before getting back to his feet. He looked at the house fearfully. “That’s what’s left of the knights who were staying here.”
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