Universe in Flames 3: Destination Oblivion Read Online Free Page B

I’m not
here to cause any problems, but I’m sick and tired of people’s attitude tonight.
I came in good faith hoping you could help me, but if you’d like to see how I
can use my powers to dismember you and then just take whatever the fuck I want
from your inventory, let me know, ’cause I’m losing patience here.”
    The insectoid
clicked multiple times nervously. “That won’t be necessary. What are you
looking for? And whatever it is, it’s on the house.”
    Chase took
credits from his pockets and threw them on the table. “I don’t need a freebie. Hopefully
this can buy me something nice?”
    The insectoid
looked at the credits with a gleam in his eye.
    “Whatever you
want, in fact.”
    “Good. I need
something for numbing pain.”
    “A painkiller? I
have them all.”
    “Not that kind of
pain.”
    “Ooooh, I see.
You need to forget something or someone.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Then may I
suggest synthesized Kyrian snake venom?”
    “Yeah, give me a
double shot of that.”
    “One dose will
suffice. More could kill you.”
    “If only
. . . Give me a double shot, please.”
    The insectoid
clicked while looking in a drawer within his desk. “Your funeral.”
    “Not likely.”
    “There, my last
two doses. I can’t stress enough how dangerous it is to get more than one per
day, though.”
    “You said that
already. Jack me up.”
    Chase extended
his arm. The insectoid took the vial, inserted it into a medical gun and
injected Chase subcutaneously with a small whooshing sound as he pressed the
trigger.
    “How long does
it—”
    “Not long, as you
can probably feel already. In five minutes you won’t remember your own name.”
    Chase felt a
burning sensation, followed by a soothing and warm feeling. He started to feel
light-headed.
    “Any side
effects?”
    “Besides
overdosing? If you survive this—and I should really stress the ‘if’ part—once
the poison is out of your system, you may find yourself craving more. But it
usually takes three or four injections for the craving to be so strong you need
it daily.”
    “Charming.
Anything else?”
    “Yeah, you’ll
probably be quite angry once the drug is out of your bloodstream; like
homicidal-maniac-violent for a few hours.”
    “That should
prove interesting.”
    “I don’t plan to
be around then, if you survive.”
    “Oh, I will
survive. The universe isn’t done fucking with me yet and I’m not done paying it
back.”
    “Whatever, man. Nice
doing business with you. How long are my goons gonna be out?”
    “Maybe an hour or
two.”
    “Swell. I guess
I’m off for the night then. So long, stranger.” He clicked a button on the
underside of his desk and thin walls closed in front of his desk, effectively
transforming it into a dead-end corridor.
    Chase started
back the way he had come but after a few steps he lost his balance and crashed to
the ground. He registered no pain at all at the impact. But the pain within his
soul grew smaller at an exponential rate. He barely managed to set an alarm on
his wrist band before falling into an inviting and sweet darkness.
     
    *  
*   *
     
    Chase was lying in
tall, green grass. He brushed the grass with his hand and felt at peace. The
sky was magnificent: dark blue and purple hues, with pink clouds dancing in a circle.
Then he heard her voice.
    “Chase! Where are
you hiding, silly?”
    “I’m over here,”
he said, raising himself from the ground.
    Sarah ran toward
him, holding the hand of a small boy about five years old. The child released
himself, ran quickly towards Chase and jumped into his arms. Chase lifted him
towards the sky and spun around a few times. He then brought the child toward
him and kissed him on the cheek.
    “Daddy!” said the
boy, with a broad and innocent smile.
    “You’re okay,
buddy? Are you hungry?”
    “No, I’m fine. I
want to play with you though.”
    “What do you want
to play at?”
    “I want you to
make me fly, Daddy.”
    Sarah embraced
him from