Cleansed and Set in Gold
MATTHEW STURGESI’m on the
ground, trying to breathe through a chest full of broken ribs. The only reason I’m still alive is because I happen to be invisible at the moment. Verlaine is dead. His body is twitching, trying to patch itself up, but the thing that killed him is chewing on his heart, its long tongue flicking. I can hear Verlaine’s fingernails scratching against the rocks.
We all thought Verlaine was immortal. He wasn’t.
Some low-level administrative assistant from the League of Heroes is trying to take a statement from me in my hospital bed....