ALL GONE

ALL GONE

chapter 6

I

—

Out in the middle of the plains, the baron and Piron were stunned. Searching their surroundings, they found no sign of D. It was certain. He’d been swallowed up by the lightning sucker’s tube.

“In which case he’s dead, right?” the baron murmured in amazement, while beside him Piron took the cyborg horse by the reins and pulled it up. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Piron flatly told the dubious baron, “There’s no point standing around reflecting on a dead man. Now, get us to Zappara, just as agreed.”

“Idiot. I’ll have nothing more to do with the two of you,” the baron sneered. And with that he grinned from ear to ear. “I’m free now. Free! Now no one can stand in my way. Even if ten millennia had passed, I’d still have things I need to do. Ah, that’s right. Very well, if you’ll help me with my work, I’ll bring the two of you with me.”

“Not a chance.”

“What?”

“You think we’d hang around with a Noble? Especially a creepy little one who can move around in the daylight? So long, sucker!” the boy said in a forceful tone that made him sound like someone else altogether—and the speed with which he jumped onto the back of the cyborg horse was likewise that of a different person.

“No, wait!”

Before the baron could reach out for him, the boy delivered a kick to the steed, the rope tethered to the sled carrying his sister pulled taut, and the cyborg horse began to gallop across the earth with terrific speed.

“Wait. At least leave me my bag!”

The baron chased after the dwindling figure for two or three steps before halting and beginning to stomp his feet with anger.

“Wait! Come back, you little brat! I’m a Noble! A human would presume to leave a Noble behind? Damn you! I curse you till the end of your days. The next time I see you and your sister, I’ll drain you of every last drop of your lowly blood!”

By the time he’d finished shouting, the horse and sled had shrunk to the size of a pea far down the highway.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiiit!”

When he was finally done stomping his feet, the baron took a seat in the middle of the road and looked up. The sun continued to shine down radiantly on him, all alone.

“Stupid sun! Don’t you know how to do anything besides shine?”

After that complaint, the baron rested his hand against his cheek and began to think. “Good enough,” he murmured a few seconds later. “Guess there’s no way around it. Off I go.”

Rising with a cry of “upsy-daisy,” he waddled off in the same direction Piron had ridden.

—

“What’s this?” the baron cried after he’d gone about three miles, squinting his eyes.

The tiny figure and the object he’d seen some way off had turned out to be the boy and the sled. Apparently the boy had noticed him as well, but he made no attempt to run off, remaining sitting by the roadside instead.

“You little bastard. I’m going to suck the life right out of you!” the Nobleman declared, but by the time he reached Piron and the sled he was dripping with sweat and panting for breath.

“Oh, sir!” Piron cried out, throwing himself at the baron’s chest and causing the Noble’s head to spin. He would’ve knocked the boy away, but such strength no longer remained in his limbs. If anyone had been there to witness it, they’d probably have taken it for a joyous reunion between an old man and his grandson.

“Why in blazes are you acting so oddly?” the baron asked, still gasping for air. “And the horse—what happened to the horse?”

“I got this far, and then a great cat crossed the road right in front of me. The horse was so startled it threw me right off and bolted. It was all I could do to get the rope to the sled undone!”

“You brought this on yourself, you dolt!”

“Help us, sir.”

“Are you kidding me, you little traitor? I’ll leave your miserable hide to die out here. Why should I care what happens to you?”

“Pleeeeeease, sir.”

“Don’t try sucking up to me, you damned louse,” he shot back indignantly.

But right by the Noble’s ear, a voice said, “Oh, don’t say such things.” The sweet whisper was clearly that of a woman.

Turning, the baron gasped. “Why, you’re—”

“I’m his big sister, Leda.”

Getting up off the sled, the girl wrapped her pale arms around the baron’s neck and pulled him close. When her warm, soft cheek brushed against his, the baron was in heaven.

“Wh-what are you doing? Are you some kind of nympho?”

“Oh, my. That’s just a greeting. It means we’re counting on you.”

Leda smiled. She couldn’t have been five years older than Piron. Though she appeared to be fourteen or fifteen, the blush of her cheeks, the look in her eye, and the way her lips had parted ever so slightly were all quite alluring. An old man with a Lolita complex would’ve fallen head over heels for her at one glance.

However, the baron twisted himself around, pulling free of her pale arms.

“Dear me!”

“What do you mean, ‘dear me’? And don’t look at me that way. What’s a little girl like you doing coming on to me that way? I’ve used countless kids your age in my experiments. Every last one of them screamed and cried. What’s that to me? You don’t seem frightened at all. I guarantee you this—I’ll use the both of you in my experiments before I’m done.”

“Oh, but you can’t use us in them if you don’t take us with you. Isn’t that right, Piron?” Leda said, gazing at the baron as she fixed her hair. It was a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, that’s right. Let’s go,” Piron said, linking arms with the baron.

Shaking free of him, the Nobleman said, “Pipe down, you two little deviants. How did you even wake up in the first place?”

“We were attacked by a lightning sucker, right? It was the electrical shock from that.”

“Hmph! It’d been better if you’d died of electrocution.”

“Oh, don’t say such heartless things!”

“At any rate, I’m going. If I stay out here in the sun, I’ll dry right out,” the baron declared resolutely.

“Aren’t the Nobility indestructible?” Leda asked, the smile never leaving her face.

Disgusted, the baron replied, “Like I said, I can walk in the light of the sun. In return, my innate Noble powers have been unavoidably reduced. Alas!”

“But you won’t die, will you?”

“No. I shouldn’t, at least. However, if this state were to continue, death would be preferable. I believe I understand now why some might take their lives.”

“Wow, you mean even Nobles hang themselves?”

“They don’t hang themselves. They cut their heads right off! Ker-chop!”

Seeing the baron make a horizontal chop with his hand, the boy said, “Oh, so that really does it?”

The methods of slaying a Noble were well known throughout the populace, but there were few who’d ever had an opportunity to put them to the test. They remained mere speculation. Cut off the head, drive a stake through the heart, submerge in running water, burn with fire—those were the accepted methods, but there were also some childishly ridiculous ones, like feeding Nobles sweets until it killed them, or standing next to a coffin for three days, screaming insults.

“Be quiet, you. Don’t concern yourself with such trivia. Humans should prostrate themselves before the Nobility. And the two of you can remain here forever.”

Perhaps some of the Nobleman’s strength had returned, because he waddled off again with his reclaimed leather satchel in hand. Then his movements stopped dead. When he turned around, his face wore an evil grin he couldn’t conceal.

“On further consideration, it would be too cruel to leave two young children out here on this forsaken highway. Very well, then. Follow me. I’ll see you safely to human habitation.”

“Really?” Leda threw her arms around the baron’s neck and began showering him with kisses.

However, if she could’ve seen the words inscribed in his heart at that very moment, her reaction would have been very different.

Oh, I could leave you two to a terrible fate. However, you can both be of far greater use to me. Noble or not, I get hungry and thirsty. And when I do, your blood will be my lifeline.

—

And so the three of them began walking, each with their own ideas.

After a while, the baron inquired, “What are you looking at?” For he felt the two of them needling him from head to toe with their gazes.

“That sure is some finery you’re wearing,” Leda said indifferently.

The clothes beneath his cape were covered with copious amounts of gold embroidery and trim and set with jewels that gave off a blinding gleam. Obviously, there were bracelets and pendants. Regardless of the value of the man wearing it, the outfit must’ve been worth more than a hundred million dalas.

“Children shouldn’t have an interest in such things. For a Noble, attire of this sort is only meet.”

“But you’re special, sir. You’re so charming, and I’ve never seen a man wearing soooo many of these things.”

“My, but you have good taste for a little kid,” the baron remarked, grinning like an idiot. “That’s exactly right. I, the great Baron Macula, am not quite like the countrified Nobility you find scattered about. The gold and jewels they use to adorn themselves are all synthesized, while mine are all completely natural, formed from the very elements by Mother Nature and brought to the surface by the miracle of geological shifts. What I wear at present alone would fetch a good five hundred billion dalas.”

“Wealthy men are simply the best!”

“Girl, you have a way with words,” the baron said, finally beginning to smile. Neither the girl nor the boy noticed that as he stared at them, his eyes were as cold as iron.

—

II

—

That night, they camped out. Though they were in the middle of the plains, the boy and girl somehow managed to gather some dead branches.

As he watched the flames, Piron murmured apprehensively, “I wonder if any beasts will come around.”

Leda gazed at the baron with cold eyes. Not that she was sizing up whether or not he was reliable—her gaze was focused on the baron’s jewels as they glittered with the light of the flames. Suddenly grinning from ear to ear, she said in a sweet tone, “It’s okay, Piron. We have the good baron here with us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the baron instantly replied. “Why would I save your little brother? If some strange beastie were to gobble him up, it’d be one less thing to worry about and make my journey all the easier. And once he’d been devoured, I’d do away with the thing that ate him, leaving twice as much for you to eat.”

“Please, don’t say such things,” Leda said, snuggling closer to the Nobleman.

He immediately went soft on her, showing that even Nobles could be embarrassingly stupid. “Leave it to me. As long as Baron Macula is here, nothing will lay so much as a finger on you.”

He rapped his fist against his chest.

As if in response, there was a groan in the darkness off to their right.

“Eh?” the baron exclaimed, turning toward the sound. Every hair on his body instantly stood on end. Not an iota of his tough talk remained. “Just a moment—I must go attend to matters.”

Getting to his feet, the baron walked off a short distance, then put his hands against the ground. Down on all fours, he started to wriggle away.

“Sis, he means to take off on us!”

In response to Piron’s remark, Leda said, “That groan was a ‘walker.’ Hold your breath, and don’t think about anything.”

The two froze in place, as if they were stone.

—

Some fifty yards from the fire, the baron halted. An inhumanly sweet female voice had whispered in his ear, “Please, wait.”

Could that be Leda? he thought, but he immediately realized it wasn’t. Any question about when she might’ve followed him was whisked aside the second he heard that voice.

The Noble’s eyes reflected the darkness, as well as the thing that’d halted before him. It lacked eyes, a nose, and a mouth. It was a sphere about six feet in diameter. A mass of transparent liquid, the Nobleman’s eyes told him.

At that instant, the mass rolled over, swallowing the baron.

A single streak of light struck the watery mass. A terrific cloud of steam rose from it, obscuring the moon and stars. It was about five seconds later that the baron plopped down on the ground like a drowned rat. Aside from the foggy vapor, no trace of the watery mass remained.

A pair of figures raced over to the coughing, sputtering baron.

“Nothing will lay so much as a finger on us, eh? What a disappointment.”

Naturally it was Piron who spat that remark, while Leda switched off the heat beam emitter concealed in her ring and ran over, crying, “Baron?”

“I’m melting! It’s burning me!” the baron shouted as if delirious, his hands and face shrouded in steam, and his skin coming apart like a stack of waterlogged papers. It was clear that he’d been exposed to strong acid.

“His clothes and precious metals have dissolved. It’s no use now. Let’s just leave him and be on our way, Sis.”

“What are you talking about?” Leda said reproachfully, winking one eye at her brother. “We can’t leave the good baron wounded like this. I’ll see to it he has the loving care he needs.”

“Are you stupid or something, Sis?” Piron snarled at her. “He’s a Noble. No matter what happens to him, so long as he doesn’t get a stake driven through his heart, he’ll come back to life. He doesn’t need any care!”

“You’re the one who’s stupid!” As Leda gently stroked the peeling skin of the baron’s cheek, she whispered to her brother, “That’s why it’d be dangerous to just leave him here. If we run into him again somewhere, he’ll have his vengeance on us. Nothing works better on guys like him than lies and sweet talk.”

“You think it’s that easy to work human psychology on him? He might be short and bald, but he’s a Noble.”

“But the shape is exactly the same. And their heads work the same way, too. I’ll manage something.”

“Sheesh! Do what you like, then.”

However, contrary to what the children had believed, the baron showed no improvement. As the night stretched on, his tattered flesh began to give off a repulsive stench. The smell of putrefaction. Even his groans of “Ooooh!” and “Aaaaah!” clearly worsened, becoming a constant “Uggggggnnnnn!”

The two of them exchanged glances.

“I guess it’s like you said after all.” Leda had a dangerous gleam in her eye. “Nobles are supposed to get better at night, but just look at him now. We’ve done all we can. Come morning, let’s just leave him and go,” said the girl.

At that, the boy objected, saying, “But I feel kinda bad for him.”

“Why?”

“Well, he’s really in pain. He’s a weird Noble. Pretty close to human.”

“Doesn’t that make him all that much creepier, then? We’d do well to take what we can and hit the road. If he’s going to up and die on us, we’ll be home free!”

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Something white spilled from the baron’s mouth, running down his cheeks and neck.

“He’s as good as finished now,” Leda said, shaking her brother’s shoulder and getting to her feet. From the pile of branches they’d collected to fuel the fire she chose a relatively straight piece of wood and handed it to Piron.

The flames colored the boy’s cheeks. His face was terribly devoid of emotion. He gazed at one end of the dead branch. It came to a sharp point.

“Hurry,” Leda whispered.

The boy nodded. His features hardened in a look of determination. The flames danced in his eyes.

—

Having risen high in the sky, the sun shone down starkly on the highway the boy and girl traveled.

Piron halted. He was utterly exhausted.

Having walked since early morning without saying a word, his older sister also stopped, glaring at her brother with eyes ablaze with anger. “You really are stupid, you know that? You’re groggy already, right? We’ve got nothing to eat, and I don’t think anyone’s going to pass this way—what are we supposed to do?”

“It can’t be helped. We’ve got one extra.”

As he said that, Piron slumped to the ground. The shock traveled up his back, and the pitiful figure he carried on it let out a feeble groan.

The baron still lived.

“Well, you had to go and show an odd sense of honor. Now we’re beat, and we didn’t even get half as far as we’d planned. Okay, how about we finish him off here?”

Once again the girl held out the branch she carried.

Though Piron looked at it longingly, his gaze soon became one of fierce refusal.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want to. I can’t do that to someone who’s in pain.”

“He’s a Noble!”

“He looks just like us. I can’t do it!”

Leda glared at her brother for a while, then nodded. Jerking the branch back, she said, “Fine, I’ll do it,” and raised the pointed stick high.

“Don’t!” Piron cried, grabbing his sister’s hand.

“Why are you trying to act like such a big man?” Leda shouted at him as they struggled. “It’s all the Nobility’s fault that the two of us have to live like this. We could destroy ’em all and take their treasure and no one would ever say a damned thing about it!”

“But if we went and stabbed someone in pain, we’d be just like the Nobility! Let’s just swipe his stuff! Okay?”

“And what are we supposed to do if he gets better and comes after us? He could tear us to pieces like nothing. We’ve gotta nip that in the bud.”

“At any rate, just don’t do it.”

“Shut your mouth!”

“Shut up!”

Still struggling, the siblings froze.

Who’d just said, “Shut up”?

Two sets of eyes found a common focus at the siblings’ feet.

A burnt, swollen face was looking up at them disagreeably.

“You, you’re, er, you’re awake?” Leda said, smiling awkwardly.

“Yeah, I haven’t slept a wink since last night.”

“Um . . . You know, I . . . Well, I was just joking.”

As Leda tried to explain, she casually brought the opening of her laser ring to bear on the baron.

“Save your pathetic little toy for the beasts,” the baron said with disgust, dismissing the threat with a wave of one hand. “Enough about that. Don’t you two see anything?”

“Huh?” they exclaimed in concert, looking all around them.

“Down the road that way . . . I saw buildings . . . Probably a town. Stick with it until you get that far. There’s maybe another three miles.”

Though the other two strained their eyes, they couldn’t make out any buildings, let alone people.

Somewhat suspicious, Piron asked, “Have you been conning us?”

Suddenly, the Noble cried, “Uggggggnnnnn!” He flailed his limbs like a frog.

“You must be shitting me, you bald little Nobleman—walk on your own damned feet!” the boy shouted, delivering a well-placed kick to the baron.

“Little bastard,” the baron grumbled as he got up.

Leda quickly squatted down in front of him, turning her back to him and saying, “My dear baron, I’ll carry you if my brother won’t.”

“Shut up, you two-faced bitch. I’ll never believe another word you say. And sooner or later I’ll drink your blood; mark my words.”

“That hurts me,” Leda said, sniffling. It really was something to see. She was a born actress.

“Okay, let’s go,” Piron said with a displeased look on his face, tossing his chin at the road ahead. “And baldy, if you’re lying about that town, I’ll stake you.”

—

III

—

There was a town.

The siblings’ faces brimmed with pleasure, but it soon changed to suspicion. Once they reached the edge of town, that was transformed into despair. Thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance. Rain was coming. It was just another weight on the siblings’ chests.

“That’s weird,” Piron groaned.

There wasn’t a man, woman, or child on the streets. Every town had its idle old folks sitting out in chairs facing the street, but there were none to be seen here. Yet a clamorous performance could be heard from the saloon. As the trio stood rooted and dumbfounded, streaks of white angled through their field of view.

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another—now we’ve got rain,” Leda remarked apathetically.

On the right-hand side of the street there stood a two-story hotel. As the trio bounded through the door, they were followed by the sound of rain.

“Funny,” Piron said, craning his neck.

There was a lobby next to the front desk. The tables in the adjacent lounge were covered with cups of coffee and half-eaten meals that still gave off enticing aromas. However, there was no one there.

Waddling over to one of the tables, the baron picked up a cigar that rested in an ashtray. Putting it to his lips, he blew out a puff of purplish smoke and said, “That’s a cheap one.”

“Oh, shut up!” Piron snarled, showing his teeth. He was still angry that he’d carried the Nobleman on his back when the baron could’ve walked on his own.

“But judging from the way that cigar’s still burning, there were people here about ten minutes ago.”

Leda’s comment drew a nod from the baron, who touched his finger to a steak. “It’s still warm. I’d say five, maybe six minutes ago. Oh, someone dropped a cigarette over there and it’s still burning. That’s not good. Only you can prevent fires!”

Quickly waddling over, he stomped it out. He looked less like a baron and more like a gaudily attired bellhop. Cigarettes had been dropped in five places.

“There are knives and forks on the floor, too. What could’ve happened, Sis?”

“Don’t ask me; ask the good baron. Dear me! He’s gone!”

“Ran off, did you, you bald shrimp!”

Piron looked around, and then the door to the lounge opened and the baron appeared.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“Preventing fires—there was food cooking in the kitchen. The place was that close to going up in flames.”

“Leave it to the good baron! You’re so much more perceptive than the two of us.”

“Of course,” the baron said, puffing his chest—or rather, falling over backward. For it was at that moment that the door was blown off, followed by a roar and a shock wave.

Having narrowly managed to hit the floor, the siblings were spared the force of the blast by a toppled table, and a battered but pudgy face appeared between them.

“What the hell was that you said about preventing fires?”

Piron was too angry to say any more, but the baron rubbed the top of the boy’s head.

“What kind of sorry excuse for a spell are you trying to put on me?” Piron snapped.

“Just trying to ingratiate myself,” the baron replied. “It would seem I forgot to turn off a gas range. Well, no matter. We’re safe now. Let’s decide where our quarters will be!”

“But the place is on fire. Aren’t we gonna put it out?”

“That can’t be helped. Let the rain take care of it.”

“You lazy Noble bastard—where are we supposed to sleep?”

“Any place with a roof will suffice,” the baron said, getting up and hastening to the foyer.

—

The next building the trio entered was the sheriff’s office. There wasn’t a soul there, either.

Walking about the room, the Nobleman said, “The cigarette butt in the ashtray is fresh. Maybe the sheriff simply stepped out on his rounds. But judging from the way the jail is locked up, someone must’ve been in the cells. In short, this is how I see it: Up until five or six minutes before our arrival, this town was going about its business like normal. However, for some reason, every person in town vanished.”

“Impossible—there’s probably someone around. I’ll call out and see,” said the girl.

“I wouldn’t do that. What if whatever got rid of all of them gets wise to us?”

“But—”

“Wait until we know what we’re dealing with here.”

“How are we supposed to find that out?”

“How should I know?”

The baron’s flippant answer made Leda explode in anger. “I’m going to go see about this!” she shouted, spinning around, but the baron took a step forward and grabbed her by the back of her collar.

“It’s raining. You’ll catch a cold. Oh, I know what we can do. Get some of those weapons over there and get ready to stand guard. I’ll go look for some food or something.”

This time it was Leda’s turn to grab him by the back of the collar. “I’m not letting you get away, my dear baron. We’ll stick together at all times!”

“Unhand me, damn you! Let me go! Don’t you care at all about how I feel?”

“Not a bit,” Piron said, shaking his head—then he picked up a chair and smashed it against the glass front of the weapons case. Avoiding the flying glass, he pulled out a firearm. As a rifle would’ve been a bit much for him to handle, he chose a pistol. Still, it was disproportionately large for a ten-year-old boy.

“What, are you an idiot or something, making a racket like that!” the baron shouted. “You’ll bring the damned thing down on us, you little shit!”

The boy and the girl looked at each other, then shouted at the baron in unison, “The damned thing? You know what it is!”

“Shut up!” the baron snapped back, trying to keep his voice low.

Pulling Leda’s hand off of him, he dashed over to the door. As he peeked outside, his face fell. That same dismal mood infected the siblings, keeping them motionless. A minute passed.

After a good, long look, the baron turned around. “Okay, we’re safe for the time being. Use this chance to go find some food. The general store’s over there.”

“I thought you were going?”

“I’m afraid not,” the baron said, barreling through the doors. After swinging wide, they swallowed the chubby figure.

“Wait,” Piron called out, gun at the ready.

But Leda scolded him, saying, “He was right—you can’t be making noise like that!”

“But the little baldy—”

“Forget about him. He needs our blood. He’ll be back soon enough. So forget it, and let’s go find some food, just like he said. I’m starving.”

—

Fortunately, the merchandise in the general store was unaffected. With all the canned goods, instant food, and drinking water they could carry, the two of them returned to the sheriff’s office.

With the coming of night, the rain grew more intense, and it was joined by wind. The baron, of course, hadn’t returned. They turned out the lights and used a candle that was in the office instead out of fear of the unknown threat. It seemed impossible to believe the baron’s terror had been feigned.

Suddenly, the world was aglow with white. The ears of the astonished pair caught a rumble. Thunder.

“I wonder if that lightning struck very close to here.”

“I don’t know why, but I just hope it goes in that direction.”

She must’ve meant in the direction of the thing the baron had mentioned. Piron nodded as well, in spite of himself.

On and on went the hours of wind and rain. It was nearly midnight now. Though the two of them were in no position to be sleeping, they could feel the sandman prodding at their brains. Suddenly, Piron opened his eyes. At the same time, his sister looked at him.

“Sis, the little baldy appeared to me in a dream!”

“Me, too. And he said—”

“—to hurry up and get out of here!”

They stared at each other in astonishment.

Shaking her head, Leda got up and headed for the door.

The street was strangely bright. The lights were on in the arcade that covered the sidewalks. Whatever had taken all the people didn’t appear to have any interest in electricity.

Leda peeked out the window that was set high in the door. Once she’d checked straight across from them, she shifted to the left to see down the right side, then to the right for a look down the left.

“Ah,” she gasped, her tone rather dazed.

It took Piron about two seconds to notice the change in her. Racing to his sister’s side, he looked in the same direction. And immediately understood.

The street felt strangely short.

And then, the light furthest down the street suddenly disappeared. It hadn’t been switched off. It’d been swallowed by the darkness.

“Sis—the darkness is coming this way!” the boy shouted in amazement as a black, heaven-and-earth-engulfing shape approached, swallowing everything in its path.

“Run for it, Piron!” Leda cried out, her body quivering. “They were all swallowed up by that thing!”

“That thing—what is it?”

“I don’t know. Let’s get out of here already!”

Once Piron had grabbed a pistol, the two of them bolted outside. Though the wind and rain lashed every inch of them, they paid no heed. They turned toward it. The darkness had already closed to within five yards!

Not needing to say anything, they broke into a run in unison, but Piron didn’t get two paces before he tripped and fell.

“Piron?”

“Run for it, Sis!”

His scream of despair was bleached white. The siblings shut their eyes because the stark light burned them—and also from terror.

Nothing happened.

The siblings opened their eyes. A figure in black cut through their white-hot field of view.

“D?”

Before him lurked the darkness. Perhaps it was mesmerized by the beauty of the figure standing before it with sword ready, or perhaps it was frightened by the ghastly aura that emanated from every inch of his body. The man who’d been swallowed by the lightning sucker had returned with a flash of lightning. He stepped forward. The darkness backed away. His blade danced out.

The two of them saw the darkness split apart. Piron gasped.

The darkness spread all around the cut, melding together to restore the blackness. A heartbeat later, it lunged at the gorgeous young man like a wild animal.