15 - The Imperfect Arrow

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Hendrick



It was there, right in front of his nose. The beating of the heart of the factory had gotten louder, the flesh close to the pitfall lightly pulsing in its rhythm. Hovering over the hole out of reach, a platform floated in the air, silently waiting for the events to unfold.

The deactivated portal, he thought. Now we only need to activate it.

He felt the box on his back get a little more heavy.

"Ann?" he asked.

"Yea."

"We are going to run through."

"But... there a-"

"They aren't much slower than we are. And this will be our only chance."

Anna looked down at her bow. "And what if they catch us?"

"They won't."

"..."

"If we wait for too long, Jim will get caught. Come on. You said you are gonna make it, right?"

Anna frowned, looked back up. There was a fresh glint of light in her eyes. "Yea. Let's do it."

Hendrick smiled, but before he could say something, Anna added, "One question before we go. What is in there?"

His smile disappeared, was replaced with a more serious expression. "Like I said," he pointed towards the hole, "you need to see it with your own eyes." He spotted an opening between some of the metallic horrors. "To be honest, I am afraid you wouldn't follow me there once you knew the truth about this place. The truth about all of this."

Anna looked like she wanted to say something, stopped.

Hendrick started moving.

"You really plan on taking all the burden for yourself, don't you?" Anna asked. "Isn't it harder that way?"

Hendrick started scratching his thumb against his middle finger subconsciously. "We need to go now. We won't get another chance." He continued walking, Anna now following behind him.

Their destination was only around 200 meters away from them. He saw an angle, made sure Anna was still there, then started running.

And while running, as the metallic creatures started to chase them, Hendrick couldn't help it but think about him. He saw the white mask in front of him, the inhuman smile fixed on it. He felt the pain of a thousand deaths... and then realized he was smiling.


Soon I will see you again, old friend,


and this time,


I will be the one with the bigger smile.



---

Jim



There wasn't a hint of emotion left on Jim's otherwise soft face.


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