A3Writer: F³ WIP Too Much Feeling
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Friday, October 26, 2018

F³ WIP Too Much Feeling


            The catwalk allowed us a vantage point that wasn’t available, otherwise. We crept up until we could look down over a wide spot in the production line—I thought that this was a fish-packing plant. Below were two groups of people, one decidedly larger than the other, one decidedly less human than the other. The greenish-white lights were hovering orbs of green-white fire that bobbed slightly near the inhuman part of the group. The lights allowed me to easily pick out the tall, gaunt, and thoroughly ordinary-looking Mr. Daniels, the wight, where he stood next to an open carry-on. But instead of a normal interior, this had been decked out for jewelery. Specifically, the pendants. I didn’t recognize the young man in front of him, but he held open a zip-topped bag with at least a dozen more pendants in it.

             Daniels reached into the zip-topped bag and extracted a pendant almost reverently. He closed his eyes and, after a moment of concentration, he smiled.
            That’s not good. Wights don’t feel any emotion. They steal it from others, so I was right. Those things steal memory, but also the emotions with them. This is an elaborate scheme to supply wights with an unlimited supply of emotion. This bastard stole some of my memories, too. Tiny holes in a lot of different memories. Names, faces, details, and feelings are just gone right in the middle. This guy can kill me as quick as Nikki or any of the others, which means I need a healthy fear of him, but I also want to stick him through a sausage grinder. What he does to people is just . . . monstrous. He should be ended. And here he is—
            Nikki took my hand, it was cool, which felt welcome in the stifling humidity of the warehouse.
            She bent close to my ear, barely whispering. “Calm, Matthew. The fear and anger you feel is strong enough for me to sense. You do not want to risk him becoming aware of our presence.”
            She’s got a really good point.