When last we met, our heroes finally met the elusive Madame
Butterfly, who told them of their true natures.
They begin meeting with her regularly, as she trains them on how to
recognise and use their new-found abilities.
The next two weeks are spent mostly with Madame
Butterfly. During that time, some in the
group are able to discern from her commentary that she harbours some bitterness,
though is not overtly hostile, to the Vanishers, although her interest far
exceeds simple curiosity. Putting things
together, they think that her office is built specifically to keep Them out, or
if the situation arose, to act as a cage to contain one of Them.
When not training, the group continues on their normal
routines. Tickets have gone on sale for Konstantyne’s
“Christmas Day Massacre” show at $500 a pop.
Drake asks Alex if he’d be interested, but Alex declines the offer. Alex does, however, wander down to Times Square to see the preparations that are being made
for the show. Still a couple of weeks
away, there isn’t much yet, although framing is being erected for a large stage
to be elevated high above the street, although nothing strikes him as being too
unusual. Gareth, struck with sudden
inspiration, begins fervently working on a series of new art progress, and
requests a collaboration with Goom, providing him with a few hundred yards of
Kevlar yarn, asking him to simply knit whatever strikes his fancy.
One night, sometime into their training, Alia is given a
call and given specific instructions to open the loading dock of her
building. When she does so, she is met
with a delivery-style van, sans markings, that disgorges a group of individuals
clothed in pale blue full-body clean room suits, each of them carrying some
manner of supplies for setting up an impromptu clean room – heavy plastic
sheeting, black vinyl bags, and so on.
They set to work in Mia’s apartment, stapling the plastic sheeting to
her walls, setting up lamps and a gurney, preparing a sterile space. Just before the room is sealed
off, they walk in a large cooler.
After three hours have passed, they start breaking down and
bring everything back to their van. Alia
sees that her friend is receiving a final round of blood transfusions. Alia is cautioned to stick to a regimen of
medications that will keep Mia healthy.
Although she’s just been through an intensive medical procedure, Alia
can’t help but notice that Mia looks so much better than she’s ever looked. Alia stays with her for three days, until the
pills run out.
The evening of December 14th, Gareth gets
together with Kali, another artist who lives in Gareth’s building. She’s a slight, quiet young woman, who recently
left an abusive marriage to pursue her art in New York, and she and Gareth, with their
shared artistic pursuits and damaged pasts, have struck up a casual but close
friendship. They have one mission that
night – to plaster cast Gareth’s entire body to create a base for a series of
sculptures. Once Gareth has stripped
down and Kali begins applying the plaster strips to his body, Drake decides to
take his leave of the apartment, heading anywhere else.
Kali and Gareth banter a bit while she plasters his lower
extremities, although she soon opens up about something she’s noticed the past
few weeks. Namely, what’s up with all
the weird people Gareth’s been having in and out of his apartment? Not that she objects, in fact she’s really
glad that he seems to have finally gotten some sort of a life, and she totally
encourages him in his friend-making pursuits.
It just seems as though they’ve come out of nowhere, very suddenly. Gareth gives her vague answers, saying
they’re from a support group he’s been attending for several months, and that
some of them (Wally and Drake) have run into bizarre circumstances that have
displaced them from their homes, and Gareth offered up his couch. Kali expresses some concern that perhaps,
with all their issues, these aren’t the best people for Gareth to hang out with.
They’re interrupted by Goom, who walks into the apartment
mid-casting to deliver his Kevlar work to Gareth. He’s made a strange sort of web-like
creation, which he says is a hammock.
Kali, a fibre artist herself, takes a gander and is intrigued. Not wanting to stick around too long, Goom
takes his leave. As Gareth stands and
dries, Kali wanders around the loft, poking about the place and ribbing Gareth
on any number of subjects, as any one would when faced with a friend in such an
amusingly compromised state. After she’s
cut him out of the cast and he’s gotten dressed, they make plans to get
together later that week for an evening of wine and music, as they haven’t hung
out much of late. Just as she’s leaving,
she seems about to say something, but thinks better of it and says goodbye.
As Kali is leaving, Drake returns to the apartment. He and Gareth discuss that they seem to have
been learning some of the same things from Yuri-ko, in that they are both able
to read into and manipulate the desires of others. Drake also lets on that he’s been regularly
using one of his abilities on Gareth – a rejuvenation effect of sorts, which
makes the subject feel as though they’ve had a full night’s rest, a hearty
meal, and are bright and alert. This
explains why Gareth’s been making such great progress on his projects on
comparatively little sleep. Gareth asks
if he can return the favour, as he’s gotten quite adept at fixing things, but
Drake declines the offer.
That Thursday, the group meets again at the little Christian
book store for their regular meeting, the first official meeting Alia will
attend. Drake surprises Alex with a
ticket to the Konstantyne show, which Alex accepts with much hesitation. They’re just getting started, tucked away in a
back alcove of children’s books, when they hear the door chime and the teenage
girl at front tells someone, “Oh, the people you’re looking for are in the
back.” There is a tense moment as a
large person of indeterminate gender shuffles back – they’re dressed like a
street person, with greasy matted hair, large boils, and Goom distinctly smells mildew and overall
grossness. Goom asks if they can help,
and the guy (for it is actually a man) asks if this is the abductees group,
which Goom confirms.
The guy starts frantically muttering, “Don’t wanna go
back. Not gonna go back.” As he reaches
into his threadbare coat and pulls out a bottle of brownish liquid with a rag
sticking out of the top, and a Zippo lighter.
The group immediately springs into action, although they are largely
ineffectual at disarming the man, until Goom whips out his knitting needles,
striking the bum across the knuckles so that he drops the lighter, which Morgan
hurriedly scoops up. Drake, turning on
his charm, tries to calm the guy
down, saying that they are here to help, no one is going to come for him, and
so forth. Alia, able to read and feed
off of the regrets of others, determines that the man came back into the world
about two years prior and has been utterly abandoned since. All seems as though it is going to wind down
until Goom, still keyed up and in battle-ready mode, lunges again at the
stranger, growing slightly larger as he strikes him with his fist. That’s when the bottle of gasoline shatters,
drenching Goom and the bum and showering the rest of them with the noxious
liquid. Everyone bolts, some out the
back fire exit (setting off the alarm) others out the front, including the girl
at the front desk.
After a minute, the inside of the store illuminates, windows
blowing out in a blast of heat and fire, and the bum runs into the street,
completely engulfed in flame. Most of
the group has fled, but Goom and Alex have stayed behind and are able to make
it to the apartments above the book store, rousing everyone and getting them
out before the building goes up. By the
time the fire department and paramedics arrive, they’ve managed to evacuate
almost everyone, and the authorities insist they cease action to get medical
attention. Both Alex and Goom manage to
slip away into shadows just as the television news crews start arriving.
Local news coverage that night is nothing but the fire and
the daring rescue by two unknown heroes.
Interviews with people rescued from the inferno are full of nothing but
praise (and a few good descriptions) of the two brave men. Even Mayor Bloomberg speaks out, asking for
any information about the two, as they have shown the true spirit of New York, and he wants
to give them keys to the city. In the
middle of the night, Morgan, who as the organiser of the support group meetings
would have left her name and information with the book store, is contacted by a
Lieutenant Donegal, who asks if she was at the book store and if they can meet
tomorrow to discuss exactly what happened.
The following night, Kali once again comes down to Gareth’s
apartment, to enjoy a quiet evening, drinking wine, listening to music. Recalling that Kali had wanted to say
something earlier in the week, Gareth calls upon his abilies – the first he’s
tried them outside of training with Madame Butterfly – to see what is going on
with Kali. He’s hit with an onslaught of
desires: Her lingering dismay at the
dissolution of her marriage, but the keen need to move on; she’s desperate for
a rebound. Not just a one night fling,
but a relationship, any relationship, even if it is not right at all. She just needs.
Not wanting to let on that he’s just read her so clearly, Gareth
opts instead to just embrace her, support her.
The pent up emotion in side her mixed with wine soon has Kali sobbing,
bemoaning that the best male relationship she’s had since moving to NYC has
been with Gareth, and fuck all if he’s gay.
When are things going to look up for her, when will she get what she
needs? Gareth is mostly quiet but
commiserates with her, reassures her that she’s beautiful and worthy, offering
a shoulder to cry on, and wine, more wine!
After a bit she calms down and they start talking about other things,
projects they’re working on, life in the city.
That’s when Drake comes home. Drake also reads Kali, getting all the same
information Gareth had received. Drake,
however, decides that this is apparently Mortal Play Time. He starts flirting with Kali, brazenly,
turning on his charm although not going into full glamour. Gareth immediately
realises what is going on, that Drake is playing her, and although he tries to
butt in, to get Kali to change the subject, leave the apartment, go back to her
place, anything. But he’s helpless – Drake’s got her, and she’s gone all
dreamy-eyed. Then Drake’s cell phone
rings, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“Oh, sorry,” He says. “Gotta go. It’s my girlfriend.” And leaves.
Kali is in shock. Gareth gently
reaches out to her, and she agrees that they should go back up to her
apartment. A loom, yes, she’d wanted to
show him a new loom project.
When they get up to her apartment, Kali’s completely
expressionless. She seems on the verge
of tears, but is holding it together… barely.
She tells Gareth she’s changed her mind, she just wants to go to sleep
now, but she’ll see him later. Unsure
exactly what to do, Gareth quietly agrees, but asks her to please call him if
she needs anything, and maybe they can get together again sometime soon, though
this time at her place. She nods and
shows him out.
Seething in anger, Gareth calls Drake. It rings and rings before going to voice
mail. Gareth hangs up and calls
again. Straight to voice mail – Drake has
turned off his phone. More pissed than
he can remember being lately, Gareth stays up, working on his projects. He loses track of time until his phone
reminds him, when it rings at 4:00 in the morning. It is Kali.
She sounds terrible.
“Hey. Can you come
here? I think I did something stupid.” And the line goes dead. Gareth is out the door before she stops
talking, though, sprinting up two flights of stairs to her floor. Her door is unlocked, though she’s nowhere to
be seen in the apartment. Calling her
name, Gareth heads back to the bathroom, and there she is. On the floor, crouched by the toilet, mostly
empty bottle of vodka and an opened bottle of prescription pills at her
side. She’s pale, clammy,
glassy-eyed. Her lips have turned blue
and there’s a bit of foamy spittle at the corners of her mouth.
As Gareth drops to the floor beside her, gathering her up in
his arms, images come flooding back to him – Sam, or another friend, people he
knew when, nearly catatonic from a heroin binge; Sam, pale and shaky, firmly in
the grips of the disease that would kill him, wanting to die before the
sickness took him itself; Gareth, always Gareth, sober or otherwise, always
nursing them, bringing them back from the brink... until he couldn’t. Unable to bear another loss, Gareth reaches
for the only tool he’s got.
Squeezing her tight, Gareth revives Kali, as Drake had been doing to him, not knowing what will
happen. She’s blinking, colour rushing
back into her face, lips no longer blue.
She’s confused. Didn’t she just
try to kill herself? That was a lot of vodka, a lot of pills, what
happened? Gareth says that maybe the
pills were expired, or something. She’s
still a little shaken, but gets up.
Gareth knows there’s still all that crap in her system, and magic or no
magic, she probably needs to get to an emergency room. That first.
He’ll deal with Drake later.
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