Chapter 34
Clark flipped to his stomach and felt things shift inside his body: not mortal but bad. He looked around, coughing as he breathed in air full of dirt and plaster and smoke. Faintly, he heard screams, but that, too, was lost in the angry buzzing of the million bees droning in his head. His face felt tacky—bleeding—and his clothing was torn nearly off. He skin felt sand-blasted, but then he stopped trying to gather facts when he saw Brian.
Patterson lay not three feet away in a pool of blood and other things best left inside a human body. Clark had a clear view of Brian’s face, and while Clark watched, Brian’s dark eyes blinked once, slowly. An outstretched hand spasmed, and then Brian was gone.
Clark screamed in the memory—for help, for God, for agony—and then, thankfully, the world twisted again.