“I don’t know. Melinoe’s connection to nightmares might help her see us. We could—”
“No. No, you could not.” The new voice seemed to echo as though it was a dozen voices talking as one. “You will go nowhere without our permission and our sanction.”
“Who are you?” Cyrus yelled. “What do you want with us?”
Cyrus screamed in pain as he was yanked away from Marilyn. His body struck hard against the closet door. Marilyn could see some kind of force distorting the air between her and Cyrus. It held him fast and seemed to be slowly crushing him.
“We have no interest in you,” the mysterious voice said. “You are a strange entry into our plan, godling, but you serve little purpose to ourselves or our future. You are but a pawn, an odd one perhaps, but still a pawn. You will stay where you are and you will be silent. For we have little need to keep you alive if your precious love refuses to help us.”
“What is this?” Marilyn said. “You want my help, then you better show yourself and let Cyrus go!”
The room seemed to flicker. Marilyn could see something flow around her. They were insubstantial though. It was though the room filled with outlines of people rather than actual people. But they formed all around her, encircling her. They came in all shapes and sizes: adults and children, skinny and fat, tall and short. At least a dozen of them in total. One held an arm up, the force holding Cyrus to the wall extending from it.
“The godling will stay where he is, dear girl.” Cyrus’s captor seemed to be the focal point of their words, but all of them spoke as one. “You have much to answer for. You will explain yourself and then you will complete your mission.”
“Mission? What are you talking about? I don’t know what any of this is.”
“The mission we created you for, homonculus. You may have denied yourself the memories but it is time you finally complete your only purpose of existence.”
“What? I don’t—”
Marilyn clutched at her throat as something squeezed it shut. She started to shift her body, change her method of breathing, but it was too late. The bones cracked as she lost consciousness.
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