The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 35

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen


Chapter 35: Wrong on so many levels. 

“Think me mom’ll be ‘appy to see me?”

“Yes.”

“Of course,” Kanti inserts. Why is he looking at me like that? “Young Emery?” Kanti asks, concerned.

“Yes, Kanti?”

“Are you certain you can proceed?”

Yeah. I’m just trying to focus on his energy so I can channel the power of the cloak. Beautiful red lights swirl around my hand. This is it! My fea—”

“Emery!” Eliza and Kanti yell simultaneously. 

Eliza’s feet stomp overhead. “Emery! I’m hungry! You better not be—I’m coming upstairs! Now!”

“Emery?” Kanti asks as I remove my palm from Raunch’s forehead. 

“I know,” I respond, suppressing my disgust.  “I need a minute, Raunch. I’m sorry.” I grab my chest and lean against the wall, crying silently. I can’t do this. My body feels so heavy and I feel sick. I can’t believe I almost ate someone. 

“Aye, Aye, Cap’n Emery of the S-S Death!” He yells enthusiastically.

Sniffle. I feel it: I’m a physical entity again. “Yeah… I’m going to go eat… I’ll be right back.”


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