May152012
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The Conclusion of Henry Collins
Let’s recap. Once more, for old time’s sake.
I had saved the world from an egomaniac taking control of an alternate dimension. He tried to do that by sealing my consciousness in a dream-version of Miranda Cove and, through the mechanism of the Familiars, led me to giving him what he wanted. After a bunch of kung-fu, stabbings, and ambiguous feelings, I came out alive. I woke up, I got off the Greyhound at the real-world bus station and walked to the real-world Lucia’s.
It was a new world. This was a new, real, flesh-and-bone world and I could do what I wanted. Hell, I can do what I want. It’s reality now, right? I can punch a little girl in the face if I want to, because it’s all real.
…No, that didn’t make much sense. I apologize. I felt like there was a punch line coming, but it never really quite materialized. I digress.
There’s one question you’re probably all asking. I’ve been asking the same thing myself.
Was it all ‘just a dream’?
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May12012
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The Climax of Henry Collins—Part I
“Henry Collins, forgive me for sounding a bit condescending, but you simply must be out of your God-given mind.”
Zack Forest started to circle me like a lion around its prey. His confident gait, small and calculated eyes, and offensively-snazzy clothing testified to the ‘lion’ bit. I maintained eye contact the entire time, taking special care not to let him get away with anything. Because now that everything was out in the open, what was there for me to let him get away with? In case you weren’t around last week, the guy told me what amounted to his complete scheme. The whole deal with being in an alternate reality, remember? It was a bit of a thing. Caught me off-guard, too. And I should see these things coming. I see a ton of movies.
Although…for a doomsday plan, it didn’t seem complete.
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April242012
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A bit of perspective.
A few days ago, I’d come into this sad escapade as a college kid coming home for the summer. I didn’t want anything more than to see some idiot friends that thought working at Safeway was a career choice; I wanted to ask mom for allowance again; I wanted to play Sonic Colors for 24 hours straight, panic about if I have homework due in the next twenty minutes, remember that it’s summer, and go back to playing Sonic Colors. Basically, I’d come into this wanting to be me.
I won’t bore you with the plot summary that usually goes in this bit, but suffice it to say, if I had to choose one person to blame for just how off-the-rails-fucked this break has been, it wouldn’t be a tough choice. It wouldn’t be Evangeline or any other Familiars, it wouldn’t be Kenneth or Carina or any other members of my would-be Animal House, and it wouldn’t be me. I know I’m not the easiest guy in the world to work with, but come on. I’m not self-destructive. I’m just self-loathing.
That didn’t sound grammatically correct.
Never mind that. Like I was saying, there’s one person to blame for all of this. One person in the world to blame for my having to beat up people, having to reconnect with Kenneth, having to run around Miranda Cove and having to bloat up this blog with a year-long ‘summer serial’.
He stood across from me with a trench coat, a buzzed haircut, a collared shirt, and a hand in a pressed pocket. He looked fashionably couth and disgustingly confident.
He was none other than Zack Forest himself.
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