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Chapter 73 Part 1
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No Plagiarism!z6irObRYxum6WNemJhF8posted on PENANA

Jeremiah9Please respect copyright.PENANASMiusYRXVL
Hours after the battle at the Barracks of the 23rd
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It was strange to walk around the lonely desert and still, to feel as if someone was watching him. But maybe it was just a feeling. Just maybe, it was just the volatile winds of that green and yellow hue that spilled forth from that geyser hell from before. It might have just been the clouds of rolling dust along the desert floor. Or it was nothing (which he never believed to be true). What he did know was that feeling in the back of his head, the feeling of being watched was very true. It was, after all, a unique feeling that he could only describe as a cold yank at the back of his head. An acute sensation of unrest.copyright protection5PENANAh4rAwfModj

Jeremiah rubbed the back of his neck. All around him was the presence of sand, multi-colored and all of it fine. It looked like streaks of green running horizontal across the plain and it had a fine texture (he noticed because it dug deep into his feet). It looked like the mountains, if there were any here at one point in history, had been reduced, stone and gem and all, into the flamboyant sand. He shook his head. The gristle was in his follicles, in his eyes, filling every fleshy corner of his eye with the light coating of sand. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the boy. He looked like he had golden-green cataracts on him. It must have been the same for himself.copyright protection5PENANASzqOnFb7WQ

He pulled the boy by his shoulder.copyright protection5PENANAfFHqduamdF

Behind them were the fumes of the geysers past, like factory stacks. It was a cloud that carried itself and dispersed among the boundless expanse of mountainous sands. The valley of geysers so far that their little alleys and their cracked plateaus seemed to disappear into small smudges. He began to wonder if they were even here. If this wasn’t all just some big heat-stroke induced illusion. copyright protection5PENANAHvJ85goREB

There was a sound. His eyes snapped.copyright protection5PENANAbwbClyiwGf

He turned.copyright protection5PENANAnVU5m7zwtM

It was just foliage, dragging its thorny tails down a slope.copyright protection5PENANAbahVjnbHfQ

"Where are we going?" Bartholomew asked.copyright protection5PENANAjrmu3I3lfJ

"Does it matter? We're going away. Far, far away."copyright protection5PENANABCFvI1Chy6

"I know. But where are we going?" His small hands were together and it made him walk awkward with trepidation.copyright protection5PENANA3KhlFAIRhY

There was nothing in his brain that even resembled an answer. There was no answer. Where were they going? Nowhere, probably. So why run? Jeremiah asked himself. Why run, why struggle, why, why, why. Successive blows of questions that made him hunch over and gasp. copyright protection5PENANAHBp46tMaP1

Why? copyright protection5PENANAUqEzVmAyD9

The strong wind blew. It lifted him, gripped his hair and his clothes and pushed them like an inept parachute. Jeremiah braced his face and felt gale like a blast, like a wave of the ocean. The boy fell, Jeremiah put his hands over him. A giant surf of sand rose high into the air, several feet above Jeremiah before it came down. It looked like the brown tongue of some hungry behemoth. But it left him dry and coughing.copyright protection5PENANAEHTV3yvMqN

All around, the hot and wicked wind was lifting the sand, and pushing Jeremiah back with tempests of sandy waves like currents. It was strong, even for him, an adult and it stung like lashings against his skin and it pulled his cheeks.copyright protection5PENANAK7p9cvDYFs

The boy was lifted off his feet. Jeremiah had to pull him back down before he started levitating.copyright protection5PENANA0zSE8N1JlE

He looked around with squinted eyes, there was no tornado, there was nothing but those toxic, hot, geyser fumes manifesting into wild currents as if the very soul of this island wanted him gone. And he saw the manifestation at last. Illusion? A mental distortion? It couldn’t be, he thought. copyright protection5PENANAS0mMVplrbL

He saw a lone figure out, from where those geysers had once been in his vision. He saw the black figure walking towards him, without any defining attributes but a shadowy vengeance, Jeremiah presumed.copyright protection5PENANAfWTE659J4P

He had the outline of those demonic legions, at least, someone tall and big and frightening and whose figure loomed over. Yes, the desert and island must have wanted him dead. And it must have sent this assassin for him, he felt in his heart. copyright protection5PENANAb4o3IxRJhd

And now, Jeremiah couldn't even waste his time to think of an answer the question (if there was an answer) to why he was here. It didn't matter. Why didn't matter, running mattered. copyright protection5PENANAoadLW9bhBn

He pulled the boy from his arm and began dragging them both up the sharp incline of a sharp dune. He felt his legs sinking, he felt his eyes hurting from grit, but he ran. Bartholomew stopped only a few seconds after jogging. Jeremiah grabbed him and put him up on his shoulders like a wagon. He felt his feet sink, but he ran anyway, dragging sand up the hill with him. copyright protection5PENANA3QjWvp1F85

There were no birds that waited hungrily, none could survive the heavy wind. There were no creatures, at least on the surface, for they would have been lifted. There was no one but the three. A terrible place to be, Jeremiah thought. Too heavy, and he’d sink. Too light, and he’d fly.copyright protection5PENANAujaTnSreCI

He just had to outrun it.copyright protection5PENANAr1TFNPOY7p

With the boy on his shoulder, held by that death grip around his stomach, he braced himself through the rounds of heavy wind. They came in pulses, at least. One, two, one, two. It was an ocean of sand and he felt in the midst of the tsunami.copyright protection5PENANAlagE7L48qc

He looked behind himself. copyright protection5PENANAeVvoOShf7U

The figure was slowing, but still at a steady pace. He seemed to sink (he definitely had no problem with the ear-shattering winds, he looked heavy after all). No, this person kept his way and raised his hand to wave, as if to taunt. copyright protection5PENANAYzWReJH3IO

At least that's what Jeremiah figured, that's what he read in the movements and that's what kept his heart rate up and his senses sharp and his brain empty of those stupid questions.copyright protection5PENANAs3ZII6uMfV

"Slow-down." The boy said with that broken, dry throat. "I can't see anything."copyright protection5PENANAYuQuTEnaTv

"You don't need to see anything." Jeremiah was screaming though he was centimeters away from his ear. The air carried with it a howl. It was a strange noise, a bit like crashing waves and a bit like a collapsing building. It’s what he imagined those haunted tombs of kings to sound of. copyright protection5PENANA5R41JiLqlt

“Shit.” Jeremiah screeched.copyright protection5PENANAfOxfxfl12B

He felt a whip of sand hit his back. Jeremiah put his hand on the injury. He could feel the swelling flesh, imagine the red skin behind his clothes. He turned to look and made a fool of himself. There was a decline in front of him. His feet rushed to balance himself. He failed, he slipped. The boy flew out of his hands and rolled like a log down to the base. Jeremiah followed him, with one foot forward and his body leaned to slide himself down. copyright protection5PENANAW16MwZrTal

“Are you okay?” He rubbed the dirt from the boys face. There were no tears though his face looked hurt. copyright protection5PENANAofdthWL2m7

"Who are we running from?" The boy coughed up sand. It looked terrible, the phlegm covered globs of packed sand. They looked like small tumors of earth.copyright protection5PENANAwCV3Rsjdul

"From them, from whatever and whoever is chasing us. And they won’t catch us, you hear me? We didn’t escape for nothing.” Jeremiah said. Sam didn’t die for nothing, he thought.copyright protection5PENANAOrnUeTUFN4

"Why?" The boy curled into a ball. Jeremiah covered him and the oppressive wind pushed at them again. Nudged them, prodded, poked, slapped with loud caustic concussions, spinning rocks and clothes into a fine whirlwind of chaos. The stones were hurled at Jeremiah. He couldn’t feel them much anymore, not with the adrenaline. But he noticed the blood, the long streaks covering his vision.copyright protection5PENANA0cjeFBaqEx

This wind, this sadist in heat, this abuser.copyright protection5PENANAxa9te0Wxdq

Jeremiah looked over the boy. He wasn’t hurt at least.copyright protection5PENANAT2SgX69RLW

"You’re still asking that shit?" Jeremiah said. "Why are we going? Because if we don't move, we die. That's why."copyright protection5PENANAVM8f0NRbev

The child, still low and on the floor, gripped sand. He flung it randomly, defiantly. His face, a contorted mix of strain and sadness.copyright protection5PENANAIMFRfTScr5

"Where are we going." He said again. Less of a question, more of a statement. copyright protection5PENANADk7vB4BKWn

Jeremiah grabbed him by the hand and pulled forward. The boy shimmied out of the grip.copyright protection5PENANAHSaQ7bEYmS

"I won't walk until I know where we're going."copyright protection5PENANAu4F9WV3O7u

Again, Jeremiah grabbed his sleeve. He pulled the shirt and the boy pulled back until it ripped. He arm looked like a broken flower, with half the petals strewn on the floor and the other half drooping hopelessly from the bud. The wind cast out again, grabbing the rags high and up into the air, tossing it like confetti in celebration.copyright protection5PENANAUKP1fq6Rb2

"How can you ask me that?" Jeremiah screamed. "I don't know where the fuck we are! Or where we're going! Or why anything like this is happening!"copyright protection5PENANAeSUpJ2An1W

"Then why even try." He fell on his knees. "There's nothing. Just dirt."copyright protection5PENANAgv1VFXQJMY

"You need to stop thinking like that. The minute you give up is the minute you die." copyright protection5PENANAeGI3IYuOPF

"And what’s wrong with that?" copyright protection5PENANAR4yMtiP3FR

His heart sank. His lips quivered and he realized, looking at the boys face, that he had accepted the situation long before Jeremiah had. That for all intents and purposes, Jeremiah had been carrying a corpse on himself and this was their sepulcher.copyright protection5PENANA0Vn1R2ZHMM

He looked at the boy's empty face. copyright protection5PENANAF0so4amyZc

"Because I made a promise, that's why."copyright protection5PENANAeQgNDK5sNL

"My dad’s not here. He won’t care. You don’t need to try anymore." Bartholomew said.copyright protection5PENANAkOGHQyJPfw

Jeremiah struggled to stand.copyright protection5PENANACVw4kBfG9e

"No." He said in a voice so low as to be indistinguishable before the white noise of the sandy plane. But the boy could read his lips, no. No? "It’s easy to give up, isn’t it? Painless and easy. But it’s not good enough. Alright? This isn’t about having hope or not. Fuck hope. This is about putting up a fight the only way you can. You hear me? This is about not letting those fuckers get your tears, or your pain, or your joy. Because they don’t deserve it. You don't give them a thing. Nothing. And when you do that, it doesn't matter where you're going or where you're not going. What matters is making it as hard as possible for those tin-head fucks. Let them try to take your soul.copyright protection5PENANATo59cJThcH

“This is all I can tell you. This is what your dad would have told you and I’m sorry he’s not here, but you need to take it from me when I say, fight. You keep going. You carry the fire, you keep going until all they have left of you is ash and a big, wide smile. You let them know they didn’t break you. This is how your dad was, always a troublemaker. Always getting into business that wasn’t his. Always trying, even if he couldn’t do much. Putting up a good fight even when you’ve lost is the essence of being a noble human being. It’s an important lesson, it’s one I was taught only recently and one I’m teaching you now. So you better learn it, your dad would hold it against me if I didn’t.”copyright protection5PENANA3wvJdmiXcx

“But he’s not here.” The boy screamed.copyright protection5PENANAtOtZSNA7uK

“He doesn’t have to be. You’d be amazed what a ghost can do to your sanity.” He laughed, for the first time in a long time. It almost felt foreign to him.copyright protection5PENANAmn9sxlbrDn

The boy rubbed the sand from his face with his small hands.copyright protection5PENANA9GTFq61I3d

"You can keep going.” Jeremiah raised his chin with a tender finger. “I remember the first time I ran at a guy. Fucker was high on meth, running naked across the street. He ran laps around me. I tried ten minutes before I vomited. And you’re dad.”copyright protection5PENANAgw1KwUy713

“My dad?” copyright protection5PENANASor2QYo1q1

“Took him fifteen seconds. I’ve never seen a middle-aged man run as fast as him. He looked like a god damn sprinting whale.” Jeremiah wheezed out a small heckle. “I asked him what his secret was and he said it was his fat belly. You see, he said, you put your weight forward and you run like mad.”copyright protection5PENANApzIie9pgSs

They both went at it, with their heads sharp at an angle against the assault of wind.copyright protection5PENANAt9ZuUvosDq

“Don’t you start philosophizing now,” Jeremiah screamed. “Save that for the egg-heads in their lazy, cushioned chairs, alright?” copyright protection5PENANAvvPXxGWVIm

He smiled, however false it was and he was glad the boy copied him.copyright protection5PENANAX7WGqaQPqJ

"I don't know why you got this kind of life, I don't know why God designed it for you in this way, but it's still your life. It's all you have, in the end. You hold on to it as long as possible and you don’t hand it to anyone. Not to monsters, not to men, not to God. You make ‘em suffer to try."copyright protection5PENANAhUShpMMNfq

Jeremiah looked up, his head barely reached the edge of the dune around them but he could still see the distinct figure, the footsteps of the figure, in a place he hoped to be far away, but what was eerily close.copyright protection5PENANAeKV4ItKEps

He wiped his face of sweat and snot.copyright protection5PENANA0mzW3Z7TOy

"What the fuck am I saying?” He laughed to himself. “I'm in my twenties and I’m talking like an old man." He said. "Must be the climate, sun must be getting to my head. Scrambling it. copyright protection5PENANAC6svnRhaFx

“Keep going.” The boy protested.copyright protection5PENANAAUhwY0ZIEo

Jeremiah sneered. “That’s good, that’s good."copyright protection5PENANAaELKBOKIHy

The boy ran ahead. Through that molasses sand. They felt it in their shoes, between their toes, in their thighs. The heavy, grating feeling of sand like a file was working at them, shrinking them. copyright protection5PENANAgkFJP3A7dg

Jeremiah looked at the boy. copyright protection5PENANAEOaWk8WjRA

"It won't always be this bad, trust me."copyright protection5PENANAI1ftMQhwyZ

They ran for an hour and at the end were rewarded at last, to the revealing flat desert ahead where dust turned into solid stone, where the road was cracked and hot and the image of the horizon shook with heat.copyright protection5PENANA5PkKy9O9h1

He felt glad, funnily enough, at the sight. copyright protection5PENANApWQzSaIPuz

And something else was glad beneath them. A rumbling had begun, something unnoticeable to the two weary travelers. It was a small tremor that they confused for their failing legs. And it was something large, living, crawling, underneath this new territory. copyright protection5PENANAqcBFFnvXT4

He looked behind him to the lone figure still trailing them.copyright protection5PENANAXZThKsryBI

“Go go go. We’ve got a long way to go.” Jeremiah pushed the boy. And they both went at it, for whatever was coming, was coming fast. copyright protection5PENANAA1EqBxBjm5

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