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just thankful it was there.
    But as Tyrone stood over my battered body, I realized all those theories were wrong. The silver wave erupting into my Sight was like nothing I had ever Seen before. It was no simple vision, no stream of data to be interpreted. It was something entirely different…and it made my skin crawl. It wrapped itself around me. Groped me. Probed me. I didn’t know it’s nature, I didn’t understand where it came from, but deep in my gut I knew it was alive. As alive as I was. As alive as any of us are. The silvery thing rested on me like a thousand tiny blades waiting to cut, and my skin went numb. I strained my Sight for answers and tried to peer beyond the blanket’s icy burn. I found nothing but one solitary desire: This thing wanted inside me.
    My Sight screamed a warning. It spoke to me in a language beyond words. Everything would end if I let it in. Everything. I stared into it. I stared right past the blades. They were simply the fringes of whatever it was. And it was massive. And it was dark. And it was painful.
    Tyrone stood above me smiling. He pressed more of his weight onto my chest.
    “ Dieter, Dieter, Dieter,” he cooed. “What on earth were you thinking, man?”
    My lungs were empty. I was in no position to respond.
    “ You fucked up my arm pretty good,” he said. The fact his henchman broke it while he tried to jump me from behind seemed to be lost on Tyrone at the moment. I looked at the goofy smile on his face—perhaps it had something to do with him losing his fucking mind.
    “ We have something in common, Dieter. You and me both want to get the fuck out of this shithole of a town, don’t we?”
    “ It’s you and I, asshole,” I thought to myself.
    “ Too bad my way out just got shattered,” Tyrone said, looked down at his arm. His wrist was flopping around like a rubber chicken as he spoke.
    I grimaced at the sight. Those movements must have seriously hurt, but instead of being overwhelming by pain, Tyrone just started laughing harder. Tears moistened his eyes, but he just kept on laughing.
    He took a long cleansing breath.
    I would have killed for that breath.
    “ Oh well, sucks for me and sucks for you. An eye for an eye and a dream for a dream.” Tyrone raised the rock high into the air. Palming the boulder, he looked down at me serenely. “You’re a thinking man, right, Dieter?”
    He couldn’t be serious…I stared at him in shock.
    “ Oh come on, man. All’s I’m asking for is a fair trade. Your brain for my arm.”
    My heart skidded. Tyrone was serious. He was going to kill me.
    In utter desperation, I tried to squirm away.
    My body wouldn’t cooperate. I had absorbed too much damage. I couldn’t move.
    Tyrone didn’t dally. He had already made up his mind.
    It was all happening ridiculously fast. Where was the long melodramatic speech? Where was my chance for a pithy retort? He held the rock above his head. I watched helplessly as his whole body tensed. He was going all out. He was going to drive it right through my skull.
    “ Batter up!” he screamed, starting his pitch.
    As the rock started its descent a magnificent wave of power streamed into my Sight—a flash of pure kinetic energy aimed directly at my face. I couldn’t believe it. The icy blanket wrapping around my body tensed. It felt like I had been dowsed with ice water. If I had air, I would have screamed, if I had anything in my bladder I would have pissed. I was going to die. I was going to die in the dirt behind Ted Binion High School. Before my first college bender. Before the good job. Before I got to tell my father to fuck off. Before I even got laid…I was to be a low virgin sacrificed to the gods of reciprocity.
    Thoughts and emotions all rang out at once.
    Regret, sorrow, fear, and despair all competed for attention.
    Desperation won. Nature took over.
    Something inside me tore loose. A thing I wasn’t even aware was there. Something bound and restrained. Something cruel. It had