The Art of Death Vol I

A secret passage (Part 1/2)

I watched through binoculars as Oliver and Naomi kissed, then proceeded to make love. I wasn't in that line of business nor got off on watching people fuck, so I set down my binoculars and sighed, then put the pendant Naomi had dropped in my pocket. I think it was something that reminded her of her brother. It was a warm day out, especially in May. At least, I think it was May. I watched from the top of an abandoned building as the undead, or "Beasts" as they would call it around here, swarmed around where Oliver and Naomi were.


Then I heard it. I heard the familiar electric "zap" of a portal opening, something I commonly used to get around. I looked behind me. It was Dynamo. He was stringent, especially for being a 14-year-old boy, or what was "left" of that 14-year-old boy that was Daimon. He had black hair and a red eye because the other eye had a patch over it. He walked up to me and my back faced him. "Layden, what are you doing?" He had asked, he knew I was up to something.

I clutched the pendant in my pocket and closed my eyes, "Nothing," I responded.

"It sure doesn't seem like nothing. You're not supp-" 

"This timeline is due to be rewritten," I growled at Dynamo.

"Doesn't mean you mess with the natural order of things. There can be grave consequences," Dynamo snapped back.

"What consequences? This timeline won't exist. Or at least as it is now. Yesinia said there are too many errors."

"Did Yesinia send you here?"

"Yes," I half-lied with a coy smile.

"Yesinia wouldn't want you taking things. You know what could happ-"

"I don't care." 

"Of course you don't. You realize he can erase you anytime, right?"

"He won't. He calls me his pet project."

"Eventually it'll happen. He won't put up with you if you keep doing it."

"Eh, he won't find out. By the time he does he won't be able to stop me."

"Stop you? What's your plan?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"You're right about that. We will see then. I don't have the power to stop you, only to convince you." Dynamo left through the same portal he entered.

"Fucking fool," I sighed, then waved my hand. I traveled back in time, at least, in this timeline, almost like a movie rewinding or rereading a book. Events unfolded in front of me, but in reverse. Fucking weird. I watched as many people came back that Oliver and Naomi had killed.

I ended up in Las Vegas, Nevada, before Elias died.