Sobriety Is Super Overrated

Dead Land

Luther is hurrying Allison into the back of the van and Five is getting ready to drive quicker than he's ever driven before. Luther thinks there's still a chance we can save Allison.

I really hope there is.

I care about all my siblings. Even though I seem cynical all the time and I would never tell any of them that, I would never want them to suffer like this. More than I hope Allison is okay, I hope Luther is okay. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. And not just mushy teenage crush love either, but someone you're truly in love with. When someone like that comes along all you want to do is be with them. And when someone like that goes nothing could ever replace them.

The van lurches as Five makes a sharp turn. Me and Diego are practically tumbling around back here. Luther is so heavy and fucking buff I don't think anything could move him. Even while he's focused on trying to hold Allison still and put pressure on her wound.

We're almost at the Academy, but traffic is kind of starting to pick up, and I think if nobody moves out of our way, Five is going to crash the van into some cars just to get by. When we're almost there, Luther jumps out of the van and runs all the way to the house with Allison in his arms. He should probably have done that earlier when we couldn't get through the traffic.

Five parks and we all jump out of the van to follow Luther.

As we all run as quickly as we can we see Luther and Pogo already hovering over Allison. They've already got her on an operation table. Grace comes into the room pushing a cart of medical supplies.

"What's wrong?" It looks like there's still hope for Allison. I want to know if there's anything I can do to help.

"She's lost too much blood, she needs a blood transfusion." Pogo replies quickly. Lither immediately volunteers. I'm amazed sometimes at the things people would do for love.

"I'll do it." Luther says.

"I'm afraid that your blood is more compatible with mine." Pogo replies.

"Here. I like needles." I hold my arm out, I've had tons of needles before and we needed to hurry if we hoped to save Allison.

"Your blood is too....polluted."

Which leaves only Diego. Who is scared of needles. He starts to back up. I hit him quickly on the back of his head with my elbow. He crumples to the floor.

"Do it now while he's asleep!" Luther yells and Grace quickly grabs one of the needles and sticks it in Diego's arm.

She injects some of Diego's blood into Allison. I start to relax. Maybe she will be okay after all. Some of the blood is starting to come back into Allison's face, but not really. She is looking mildly less dead though. I tell myself that she's going to be okay. Luther is probably doing the same thing. Grace starts wheeling the cart of medical supplies away and Pogo takes off his rubber gloves. Looks like the operation is over.

I remember when I was a kid. All the surgeries and experiments that Pogo and Grace helped conduct on me. Of course they never wanted to do it. They don't seem like the type of people who would want to hurt me that bad. But Sir Reginald made them. I remember one time when he was trying to conduct a strange experiment.....

"Focus!" He yelled for the 108th time. I was supposed to be conjuring someone who was important to him. Some sort of old friend. I tried many times. So many times but for some reason I couldn't conjure someone specific who I didn't know. Every time I failed at conjuring this person I was electrocuted.

The straps on the electric chair I was tried to were starting to cut into my arm. He was going at this non stop for the past few days. He hadn't even let me sleep let alone give me a break from the electric shocks. My arms was starting to bleed from the sharp edges of the leather straps holding me down.

"I can't do it! I can't conjure her!"

He pressed a button on his remote again.

Electricity flowed through me.

"Stop! Please!"

"Conjure her!"

"I can't!"

"Do it!"

He pressed the button again.

I was crying. My head hurt so much from the constant shocks.

I focused. I had to focus. I had to conjure this person or else I would never escape.

Someone appeared in front of me. She was old, wearing some sort of a hospital gown and she had long grey hair.

I smiled. I finally did it!

"I conjured her! She's here now!"

Sir Reginald looked shocked that I was able to do it. He also looked happy.

"Tell her....tell her I love her."

I shook my head to try and get all the memories to stop taunting me, to stop me from thinking about that I focused on my surroundings.

Luther sits down beside Allison. I almost feel like their incestuous relation ship is somewhat normal. I mean they're not related by blood technically. But then again, are they really not related by blood?  I mean we all came from the same strange supernatural force that apparently made jesus christ. We're basically still half siblings.

But it does seem like they really do love each other. I feel bad that they can never be married even though they're in love. I think about how Dave and I used to feel back in Vietnam, never aloud to love each other. Always having to keep everything secret and hide our love away. And if we didn't, we would have probably been hurt or put in jail. All this thinking about Dave is making me miss him more.

I think now that Harold Jenkins is finally dead and the world isn't going to be destroyed we can relax. 

I take the LSD tabs out of my pocket.

I need to avenge him now.

Avenge him and I can be with Dave again.