Othersiders: Arts of the Necromancer
Alice King’s house was a ten kilometre walk from the train station and it gave Finian plenty of time to think of reasons why they should back out. Over a long enough time line Finian Kelley found a reason to back out of any decision, however benign.
“I’m just saying, Evie, what do we have on us to fight a ghost if one appears? What if one of your spirits actually shows up?”
“I’m sorry, who was it again that was trying to convince me that we had to live in this current moment and to move forward? I think that was you.”
“I know, but that was back in the nice, safe train station when you were looking all sad and lost and in need of a strong man to set you straight. I have since given up that role and returned to wise cracking pansy and I feel that I should point out how under prepared we seem to be.”
Evelyn ignored him. As soon as the line, “strong man” came out of Finian’s mouth it was meant to be describing him she knew that anything else he said would be utter nonsense. Truthfully the majority of Finian’s words were utter nonsense. This made gaining any real insight from the things he said very difficult. You had to wade through a whole sea of absurdities just to fine the one nugget to truth. For Evelyn that was too much effort at the moment.
They arrived at Alice King’s house and every sense set off alarms that Finian’s nonsense was much more logical than either of them wanted to give it credit for. The house was ripped out of a forgotten time and thrown slapdash into a well kept neighbourhood like a troll throw into a group shot at the Miss America pageant. The grass was the yellowish green of cast off ear wax and the paint on the house appeared to be pealing away in an attempt to play no part in what the rest of the structure had become. For blocks the two friends had enjoyed the songs of the spring birds on a rather warm day but but as soon as they arrived in front of Alice King’s they were met with a chilly, deafening silence.
Finian’s mind was made up the moment he realised that this was the house they were meant to enter. The word asinine came to mind. Asinine is a word you use to describe something that is completely foolish or stupid, like say giving a blind man a chainsaw and asking for a shave would be an asinine idea. Walking into Alice King’s house was just as asinine to Finian. He would much rather have taken his chances with the blind man.
“I’m not going in there.”
Evelyn, on the other hand, knew that this was the answer she had been waiting for. This house represented vindication for all the years of stubborn refusal. She had never given up on Akira and this was her reward. The battle to get her brother back would begin in earnest the moment she walked into Alice King’s house.
“Then you can go home, Finian. Thank you for coming this far with me.”
Evelyn walked towards the door with her eyes focused on the house. She was staring it down, daring it to look away first. She would not be afraid of a rotten old house. Even with it’s smell of rot and stale death. Evelyn Stone would not be afraid.
“Oh, for the love of Christ. Wait for me.” Finian said, running to catch up with her. He would regret that decision for the rest of his life.