Kor’Thank: Chapter 28

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

Kora reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pinning his torso against the driver’s seat.  Eun reached over from the passenger seat, trying to grab his wrists, but his arms were thrashing like electrified whips.  She eyed them for a moment with rapt, unwavering focus, then plucked them from the air with a pair of quick, efficient snatches.

“Get his head!” she yelled at Kora.

Kora crossed her right arm over Peter’s chest, then palmed his forehead with her left hand, pulling his skull against the headrest.  He jerked and bucked for a few more seconds, then settled back into his seat.  His right pupil was pointing down and to the right, his left was pointing down and to the left.

“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 don’t…”

Peter drew in a tremendous breath.  “HuuuUUUUUHHHH!” 

Eun leapt back and let go of his wrists.  She immediately 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.”  Kora let him go.  He pounded his sternum with a clenched fist and coughed twice.  His t-shirt was soaked with sweat.

“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 interspersed with static, but they got the gist:  he was still fighting.  He was still alive.

[Timekeeper?  Timekeeper!]  Peter stretched out with his psyche.  Desperation caused him to duck his head and 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.  [I was able to hurt her, but she got some good ones in.  Listen carefully:  your dimension isn’t safe.  She won’t be able to gobble it as fast as she could at full power, but she’s still—]

[We need to get you some fucking hel—]

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

[Which means—]

[I’ll be inside an astral cocoon.  I won’t be able to help because I’ll be completely immobilized.  She’ll still be active, but her power will be limited.  It’s only a matter of time before she—]  He cut off again.

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

“Look!”  Eun grabbed his shoulder and pointed at the holo-pad, center-dashboard.  Bitefighter was jumping up and down, emitting a series of high-pitched squeaks.

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

Bitefighter sank to a knee and scribbled on his whiteboard.  He pushed to his feet and held it up, moving it slowly from left to right, making sure that all three teens could see what he’d written.