Dust: Part 43

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Keegan wandered aimlessly, his brain burning in his skull. As the headache grew steadily worse, he became lost in the pain, and awareness of his surroundings escaped him. He continued to stumble down the sidewalk, and a cool sensation ran up the rest of his body. For a brief moment his awareness returned enough for him to mumble, “Crap, this is it isn’t it…” before darkness enveloped him and he went limp.


“Maybe we should be keeping an eye on him right now,” Rick offered. “You know, just in case.”

“Perhaps, but it isn’t like we can be watching him 24/7…” responded Tamaya. “And really, what difference would it make?”

“I guess…”

Tamaya sighed. “Still, I guess it might help us feel better, at least a little bit…” After brief consideration, she stood up. “You know what, yeah. Let’s go.”

The pair stepped outside.

“Did you see which way he went?” Rick asked.

“No, my back was to the window. How about you?”

Rick shrugged. “Nope, sorry.”

“Okay, well how about you go left and I go right. You can send me a text if you run into him.”

“Too bad he doesn’t have a phone, that would make this way easier…”

“But do you remember what happened to that recording device? I doubt a phone would have fared much better.”

“True…”


Tamaya came to an intersection and looked both ways down the adjoining road, as she had been doing for the past couple blocks. She stopped when she noticed an odd looking van parked by the sidewalk several blocks away. Squinting to get a better look in the dimming twilight, she realized what was happening and immediately turned away in horror.

They had found Keegan.


Next Part (Due 2016-09-02)


There may or may not have been some evil chuckling going on as I wrote this… >;)

‘Till later

-David

Dust: Part 42

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“So you’re saying that the experiment is behaving differently than it is supposed to?” Keegan asked after Tamaya finished explaining her theory.

“I think so.” Tamaya confirmed, standing in the doorway having just arrived. She decided to come over again because she too was off work for the weekend and she considered the situation important enough to warrant the trip.

“Is that why I couldn’t cut my hair, even though hair feels no pain or really anything at all?”

“You weren’t able to cut your hair? Well, that isn’t how the experiment should work, so it does fit with the idea.”

“So different how?” Rick asked.

“That I don’t know…”

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Dust: Part 41

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By the time Keegan made it back to his house it was a bit late for messaging, but he sent one anyway. Tamaya and Rick probably wouldn’t see it until morning, but when they did they would find an account of what had just happened in as much detail as he was able to. After the message was sent, Keegan lay down to sleep, hoping that there would be no more funny business interrupting him.

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Dust: Part 40

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As much as he wanted to deny it, Keegan was getting quite concerned. A headache had been creeping up on him all day, starting small enough to seem inconsequential but growing to the point he could not ignore it. On top of that, he had felt a bit warm at work, but unfortunately the feeling went away when he got home so he couldn’t actually check if he was running a temperature. Tomorrow was Saturday, so work wouldn’t interfere with thorough testing if anything like that happened again. Thinking about what he was going to do next as he began to prepare for bed, he felt another of the sharp pangs that preceded a flashback…

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Dust: Part 39

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“To be honest, we’ve mostly given up looking for the guy. Given the history of the experiment the committee decided it would be simplest to just give it a few days and keep an eye out for missing person reports.”

“Oh…” Tamaya really wasn’t sure how to react to this news, it did mean that Keegan would be able to loosen up at least a little bit on watching his back, but the certainty with which they were planning around him dying soon was not a good sign. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, unless you had some way of saving him…”

Her boss sighed in feigned compassion. “Yes, the poor fellow was probably doomed the minute the vehicle hit him. It really is a shame we couldn’t figure something out, that experiment was so promising…”

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Dust: Part 38

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As Keegan lay down to sleep, he deliberated over whether or not he should say anything about the flashbacks he was getting. Twice more the images struck him over the course of the day, one of the sidewalk where his bike sat, probably from the time he tried to get it back, and the other in the middle of a bunch of wreckage on the road, likely from just after the accident occurred. On the one hand, it was a good thing if his memories from the “full activations” —as Tamaya called them— were returning, but on the other hand the jarring nature of the flashbacks and their timing implied a connection to the threat of mental issues. He hadn’t had anything happen that could be considered an “accidental activation” on any level though, so maybe it was nothing. No, it can’t be a coincidence, he thought as he began to drift off. Maybe I’ll do something about it tomorrow at work…

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Dust: Part 37

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“So if you managed to find the guy who was in the accident, would you be able to keep him from dying?” Tamaya inquired of her bathroom mirror. “No, way too pointed. I have to be more careful than that…” She had been trying to come up with what to ask for nigh half an hour, but nothing she came up with struck the proper balance of innocent, subtle, and useful. “Maybe, have you found a solution to the mental breakdown problem yet? No…”

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