Ekaterina Zabolotskih
Whisperer in the Dark – the Sequel
I see… Master." – The darkness left the young man's eyes, leaving a dazzling gleam in them.
"Good. Then you know what to do." – The Conqueror of Worlds turned his back on the young man.
"But… What about my family? What about me?" – Suddenly a quiet voice came from the latter.
"The first ones were killed a long time ago, and you must follow their example. How interesting, your brother asked the same question before he died." – The Master dissolved, leaving behind only a small blob of energy that swept through Wilmarth. He sobbed.
"So… it was bound to happen, but brother… Greg…" Staggering, the lad headed for the exit. Reaching the bend where he had been hiding earlier, he glanced at Noyes' breathless body and wandered on. Before the precipice the young man's feet stopped.
"I… I can't do this anymore," tears streamed from my eyes, a coarse shiver running through my body. "No! There's no point anymore! Nothing!" The hoarse voice broke into a scream. He staggered and fell to all fours. The crying turned to laughter, "Ha… hahaha… hahahahaha… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"He showed me, HE showed me everything. I don't belong here. None of us belong. Not even you, Greg…"
Gathering his strength, the boy stood up. He was right in front of the precipice. There was something strange going on below. He looked up and saw Mi-go and Marcus making their way through the forest.
"So we made it," the smile twitched the corner of the young man's mouth again.
He looked up into the sky. Somewhere out there in space was where the aliens had come from. Above the clouds, above everything!
The young man smiled. This time with the calm smile of a happy man.
"There is only one way out. You only have to listen, and you will hear the call of freedom…"
Wilmarth spread his arms and took a step into the abyss.
The end.