Chapter 2

62 4 0
                                    

After a minute or so, Curt and Howie felt their bodies materialising but their surroundings were not as they had expected. Instead of the black and white whirlpool Howie had expected, he stared into a perpetual void in which there was no floor or ceiling and froze.
     "Well, here we are." Curt said.
     "What the hell is this place?"
     Curt took a step forward. "I wish I had a good answer for that."
     "Well, where do we go?"
     "Just follow me."
     Howie followed but wasn't as poised as Curt when he stumbled through his first few steps, since he wasn't used to the feeling of walking on air. In that moment he appreciated the absolute darkness.
     Faint cries plagued them as they floated through the blackness which swirled around them like ink. Each one made Howie shiver, but he figured Curt was fairly familiar with things like that. He had dealt with apocalypses and robots, after all. Well, androids.
     'There,' Curt pointed at a pale green haze that dimly illuminated a path ahead of them. The two walked down and it got gradually brighter to the point where they could see one another relatively clearly. When they reached a dead end, there was a man facing away from them. His dark hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place, much like Curt's, Howie thought. He wore black trousers, boots and a brown jacket.
     Unsure of what to do, Howie looked at Curt, who nodded and stepped forward.
     "Who are you?" He demanded.
     "You!" The man growled, his voice seething with rage as he spun round.
     "Wha-" Curt cut himself off when he saw the man's face.
     "You're Uncle Wiley." Howie stepped forward.
     "Congratulations, you got me." The hatred in his semi-posh english accent and the shock on Curt's face sent a shiver down Howie's spine.
     "You're-" Curt felt a tear slide down his cheek and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze over.
     "That's right. Did you miss me, Curt?" He slowly walked toward them, "It's been a while."
     "Agent Mega, what is he talking about?"
     Curt kept his eyes fixed on his twisted grin, "Uncle Wiley isn't his name. It's an alias. That's Agent Owen Carvour. My former partner. He died four years ago."
     "That's right. I died when you left me to be infected by those bloody singing aliens." He started to circle the other two men.
     "You were already infected! I had to run before you got me! What else could I have done?"
     "Oh, give it a rest, Curt. We both know you could have done something."
     "Like what? You- Okay, you know what? I can't have this discussion right now. We don't have a lot of time."
     "I'm guessing you want to talk to Wiggly."
    "I see the aliens didn't eat your whole brain."
     "They ate his brain?" Howie felt his stomach twist.
     "Wiggly gave me a new body when I agreed I'd work for him here."
     "Well, why did you?"
     "God, you are stupid, aren't you?" Owen rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, "Who is responsible for most of the tricky situations you get into?"
     "Wiggly."
     "And who am I working for?"
     There was a pause as Curt's eyes widened.
     "You're pathetic," He sneered, "All this just to get revenge on me?"
     "Slow as ever."
     "But," Howie cut in, "Why destroy all of America? Why are you doing this to us? If you want revenge, why do you have to make an entire country descend into chaos?"
     Owen started to laugh, "You've already done most of our work. It was easy."
     "What?"
     "You people are consumed by your thirst for stuff. It wasn't hard to get everyone worked up over a doll. It meant Wiggly could finally be his own presence on earth, and I enjoyed the way it aided in my revenge plan. It was a win-win."
     "I don't understand."
     "Of course you don't. Maybe the one behind it all can explain it in a way your combined three brain cells will understand."
     Curt and Howie watched Owen move downward, as if on a moving platform and squinted as the light intensified.
     "Hello, Mr Presy-wes."

~

(A/N: I really miss writing oneshots even though it's only been a few days and I'm gonna get back to it soon anyway but this is really fun! It's tricky to keep track of every detail in a full story though:/)

Black And White Where stories live. Discover now