-Kor’Thank: Chapter 6

Black clouds roiled overhead. Off to the east, jags of lightning shot down from the sky, cracking against mountains and marring the sky with rocky geysers.

Two hours ago, Kor’Thank had been ambushed by a giant arachnid. It had paid with its life. Now, as he trudged across the desert, he bit into a dripping hunk of its blue-blooded flesh.

A loud boom sounded from above. A second later, rain followed, turning sand to mud. He sank to his knees and clutched the air.

“BITEFIGHTER!” He pounded the silt with a scarred fist. “DAMN YOU, AKANAX! BRING HIM BACK!”



Holly wandered through the halls, humming softly.

As far as she knew, she’d never used psychedelics (in order to stay sane, she’d purposefully suppressed her memory of the Event), so she had no context for the blooming calm within her belly, or the mess of fractals that were webbing through her vision.

She stopped before a darkened staircase and sat on its bottom step, gaping at the floral wireframes etched into the air.

So beautiful…

Yellow luminescence tinged her sight. The world suddenly collapsed into a light-speed blur, erasing her ability to think or focus. Her identity was ripped from her psyche, fluttering off like a storm-tossed sheet. There was no Holly, there was no Atherton, there was only this merciless intelligence, bombarding her with fractal after fractal after fractal oh God make it stop she wasn’t everything she wasn’t nothing she still wanted to be

Holly’s body clutched its head.





Kor’Thank’s belly shone with eldritch energy. Waves of light set him ablaze, causing his bones to glare through his skin.


The clouds overhead erupted with bolts, printing glowing veins across the night.




As purple lightning electrified Kor’Thank, Holly flew into a technicolor vortex.

The edges of her limbs frayed and wavered, and for a terrifying instant, she was convinced they were going to unravel. Frightened whimpers bubbled from her lips, manifesting as little red circles bisected by a bar, just like the one in the Ghostbusters’ logo.

A harsh rumble sounded from below. She looked down and saw a light-formed oval, ringed by a circle of spinning rocks. The oval bulged up, then slowly began to split in half.

A muscled figure breached the dome, gripping the spinning rock-ring with a gnarled pair of hands. His body was massive and striated—like it was made of stone instead of flesh.


He flexed one last time and squirted out. As he tumbled upward his outline blurred, matching Holly’s. They spun in tandem, now positioned directly across from each other.

[Hey! HEY!] Her mental yell spilled from her lips, taking the form as a jumble of letters.

He looked wildly around, then met her gaze. An azure beam shot from his forehead and lasered in on hers. She flinched back, expecting a jolt, but none came. Unlike their surroundings, the beam stayed even and steady.

Holly went first: [Do I—]

[—know you?] he finished.

Tinny laughter rocked their minds.

Holly looked towards its source and glimpsed half-formed faces outside the hurricane. Somehow she knew they were otherworldly beings—extradimensional psyches that were changing existence by shifting their perspective.

[STOP IT!] she screamed. [STOP FUCKING WITH ME!]

Her muscled companion followed her gaze. His eyes narrowed in puzzlement, then widened in anger. [FIGHT ME!] he roared. [FACE ME IN BATTLE, YE ARCANE LURKERS!]

One of them giggled; it sounded like a dissonant harp mixed with an electric guitar. The psychic sound was accompanied by a distinct pressure—like she was on a plane and her ears were going to pop.

A hand made of sparking wireframe reached into the hurricane, clutching a small, furry body. As it let go, Holly saw it had been holding Peter’s dog, the one she had killed. Conflicting emotions arose from within—a tangled mess of shame, anger, and guilt. The dog’s skin began stretching and bulging, rippling with scales, then a second later it became…

What the fuck?

Instead of a dog, it was now a six-foot tall velociraptor.

[BITEFIGHTER!] The barbarian roared. He stretched a yearning hand toward the dinosaur.

It screeched loudly—[RAAAAAWKKK!!]—then its head morphed into a giant mushroom with cartoon features, exactly like the ones from the Super Mario video games. The air in front of it wrinkled and wavered, then blasted apart in a mandala-lined portal. The mushroom-headed dinosaur was sucked in. As soon as it vanished, the portal winked out of existence.

Holly and the barbarian exchanged a look. They were both thinking the same thing.

Did that dog turn into a dinosaur…and then a mushroom?

The hurricane narrowed, drawing inward and picking up speed. Holly elongated, stretching into a flattened out version of her three-dimensional body. Her psyche followed suit, tautening and lengthening until it was a stripped-down version of its former self. Her focus turned inward, away from Manolo Blahniks and world domination, bringing her face to face with the raw, painful truth.

When she was four years old, Peter’s concoction had divorced her from her body. She’d watched her fingers become tiny murder-machines, ripping Bitefighter’s jaw off his skull, then crunching his limbs into a twisted mess. When she’d regained control of her hijacked mind, she had vowed that no one would control her ever again. She would never again submit to a force that—

A great rending noise assaulted her ears. It was more than a sound; it felt like her very essence was being scraped thin. Trillions of voices filled the aether, coming together in a wondrous, terrible chorus. They were all saying the same thing:

You chose this.

She tried to flee this unwanted epiphany, but her perception circled back to her infinite-minded self, trapping her in a sickening prison of perpetual awareness. She was no longer Holly; she was a spiraling blast of unchecked suffering, yearning to forget she was personally culpable for all her triumphs and all her failures.

And so she prayed—she prayed for an end to this spin-cycle madness, she prayed for a linear narrative that would divest her of knowledge.

Down below, a twinkling portal began to open. At the same time, another portal materialized above the barbarian.

Kor’Thank, she realized. His name is Kor’Thank.

Holly went down, and Kor’Thank went up.