Tucker Cummings Miller

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Chapter 334: Where’d You Go?

In Uncategorized on November 30, 2011 at 3:17 am

He is angry, more angry than I’d seen him in life. This version of my husband is alive, but I’m starting to think he wants me dead.

M2 and I are on our feet, but he’s already drawn a gun. He takes her down before she can jump, then draws another, smaller gun, and shoots something slumberous into my neck.

*-*-*-*-*

“I miss you so,” he says. I open my eyes. I’m tied down, with his face over me.

“Do you know? I’m not her. I just look like her.”

“I don’t care anymore. I have one of you. That’s enough.”

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Chapter 333: Bone Mot

In Uncategorized on November 29, 2011 at 3:24 am

“You saved me. The day we met. And even though Ripley saved you, you helped her to grow. You saved her, too, in a way.”

“But I was always needing to be liberated, to be cared for. And I could never save the men in my life, the partners who were most important to me.”

“Speaking of men…that guy over there has been staring at you since you walked in.”

I turn, and it’s my husband, the man I looked for for so long. I’m happy to see him, but he’s not happy to see me.

He’s coming at us. Fast.

Chapter 332: The Third Bar

In Uncategorized on November 28, 2011 at 2:04 am

It took some searching, but I finally found the perfect spot. A world with an M2 that knew me, and lived. An Abilene that wasn’t razed, but that never had a Johnny. Some ghosts I’m still not ready to visit.

She’s at the bar when I walk in, like we arranged. We chat for a bit, and then I notice my cheeks are wet.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“It’s just…I’m the most useless Margery. Out of all the possible permutations, across all the worlds, I’m the one Margery with the least to offer up. Always getting saved, never saving anyone.”

Chapter 331: U, U’

In Uncategorized on November 27, 2011 at 10:38 am

It’s time to start tying up some of these loose ends.

And just once, I’d like to feel like I have control of something.

I still don’t buy Doc’s assertion that a war spanning an exponentially infinite number of worlds is “over.” We’re all just living on borrowed time.

I start by making decisions, a sneaky way to create a world. Now all I have to do is visit the worlds I’ve created, where the other Margeries have splintered off. I make one decision, they make the other by default. And where they are is where I want to be.

Chapter 330: Nostalgia

In Uncategorized on November 26, 2011 at 2:33 am

Biting my nails and waiting for my yerba mate to cool, my mind wanders.

It’s strange. When I first left home, it was so hard to travel, so arduous to locate each new door. The longer I traveled, the easier it became to leap from place to place. But the longer I stayed out, the harder it became to live, to feel safe.

I’m not sure it was worth it, now.

I think about my first sight of death: the twin rivers of milk and blood, the cowardly way I left her there. Now, I want to embrace the end.

Chapter 329: Burning Within

In Uncategorized on November 25, 2011 at 10:06 am

“Couldn’t, or won’t?”

“Margery, I-”

“Doc, please. I just need a straight answer. I spent the last decade dilly-dallying. It’s time for my life to pick up the pace. I have so much lost time to make up for.”

“Margery, I just don’t think that–”

“Stop trying to protect me. You’ve never done very well when you go down that avenue, you know.”

“It’s not the right time.”

“When is the right time, then? And when will you trust me to make that determination for myself? You tire me.”

“Let’s find a way to–”

“Play ball, Doc. Or I’ll leave.”

Chapter 328: Count These Instead of Sheep

In Uncategorized on November 24, 2011 at 3:59 am

Ripley is a ghost. They have me walking now, up and down the halls of this place. But no matter where my pigeon-toed ramblings take me over the course of a day, I never seem to cross paths with her.

I try to be mad at her, but I don’t seem to be capable of feeling much of anything right now. She was the fighter, they tell me, but I feel like the one who has Soldier’s Heart.

I would tell her I’m not angry, and it would be the truth. But I miss sleeping. Dreaming. I want to dream again.

Chapter 327: The Key in the Door

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2011 at 9:28 am

I’m sure Doc said some other things, but none of them really stuck in my head. The next few days passed in a haze, like my eyes had been wiped over with Vaseline. I remember being fantastically hungry, and eating voraciously, but nothing I took in seemed to have any taste.

They wanted me to start exercising with a trainer. The physical therapy Ripley did, out of guilt, while I was sleeping for all those years, has ensured that I’m not incapacitated. But I’m still weak.

They put me on the treadmill. There was nothing to run from. I stood still.

Chapter 326: Bricks in the Wall

In Uncategorized on November 22, 2011 at 8:22 am

My heart is roaring, but my cheeks are dry as bones.

“Margery. You should know that she cared for you very much. She deeply regretted how she acted the last time you were together. She always…you were very important to her.”

“I know,” I choke out, then bite the inside of my cheek to regain my composure.

“I tried so hard to save her. I kept bugging her to come in for her annual physical, but she always dodged me. And with the war, I knew where her priorities were.”

“It’s not your fault, Doc. None of us were to blame.”

Chapter 325: Knell

In Uncategorized on November 21, 2011 at 2:05 am

Doc blanches a little under her rouge, and I know what she’s going to say before she even opens her mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Margery. I…I can’t lie to you. She died. Last month.”

I stay silent, but turn my head away. She goes on.

“She was so brave. She and Ripley actually got to be really good friends, if you can believe it. They fought like hell, but they always fought side by side. They both made it all the way through the bloody campaign. After things settled down, she got sick. Cancer. A cancer I shouldn’t have missed.”