Kor’Thank: Chapter 28

Peter whirled through sky, highway, and suburb before landing in his body with a jarring BZZZT.  He immediately began to jump and twitch.

Kora hugged him, pinning him against the driver-side seat.  Eun leaned over from the passenger side, trying to grab his arms, but they were thrashing like a pair of electrified whips.  She eyed them with rapt, unwavering focus, then grabbed his wrists with quick, efficient snatches.

“Get his head!” she yelled.  It was still flopping every which way.

Kora palmed his brow with her left hand, pulling his skull against the headrest.  He jerked and bucked for a couple seconds, then settled back, a sweaty mess.  His pupils rolled down and sideways, pointing away from each other.

“How is he?” Kora’s voice was strained and tight.

Eun barely registered the question; she was creeped out by his unfocused gaze.  “I…I…”

Peter drew in a tremendous breath.  “HuuuUUUUUHHHH!” 

Eun leapt back and let go of his wrists.  She darted forward, intent on grabbing them again, but Peter raised a hand.

“It’s okay.”  He patted Kora’s arm, still looped across his chest.  “I’m good.”  She let him go and he pounded his sternum with a clenched fist.  Coughed twice.

“The Timekeeper?” Eun asked.  “Is he—”

“Don’t know.”  Peter gave her a haunted look.  “He was still—”

[Fi-ht-ng.  I -m st–l—] The demigod’s voice was broken and staticky, but they all got the gist:  he was still fighting.  He was still alive.

[Timekeeper?  Timekeeper!]  Peter stretched out with his psyche.  Desperation made him raise a hand to his ear, as if he was activating a mic’d up earpiece.  [Is there anything we can—]

[NO.]  His voice came through loud and clear.  [She’s hurt, but so am I.  Listen to me:  your dimension isn’t safe.  She s still—]

[We need to get you some fucking hel—]

[LISTEN.  I’m going into a psychic coma.  I need to heal.]

[Meaning—]

[I’ll be inside an astral cocoon; I’ll be immobilized.  She’ll still be active, but her power is limited.  Move fast; it’s only a matter of time before she—]  He cut off again.

[Timekeeper?]  Peter’s eyes moved back and forth.  [TIMEKEEPER!]

“Look!”  Eun pointed center-dashboard, at Bitefighter’s holo-pad.  BF was jumping in place, emitting a series of high-pitched squeaks.

“What is it, buddy?” Peter asked urgently.

BF scribbled on his whiteboard and held it up, moving it slowly from left to right.

Final message from Timekeeper, it read.

Keep your eyes open!