Therapy Part 6: The Old Man's Questions.
“He’ll what?” Tinnese screamed. In a flash he was out of the chair and had his hands wrapped Danny’s neck, in a vain attempt to choke him. “How dare you do this to me. You know how important this revenge is to me.”
Danny, unaffected by Tinnese’s gesture, calmly replied, “If you’ve forgotten, you do get your revenge; and it’s you that left me, not I you. What you become is too much for my conscious to handle. I turned my back once, when I could have done so much good; I can’t do it again. My plan was, and still is, to take you to a small corner of some distant world, where you can live out the rest of your days in peace; doing no harm to anyone ever again.”
Tinnese released his hands. “Then why did the Narrator say that you’re going to explode with me in your arms?”
“As far as he or I know, that is the most likely scenario; remember nothing in this story line is written in stone. As you’ll recall, I was severely injured by the Annie, when she shoved a long shard of glass in the base of my neck.”
“That’s my girl,” Symphony cried with pride. “She found the hole that was made when I slapped that disruptor on you; she succeed where I had failed.”
Stomping over to her, Tinnese bent down, so that his face was right in front of hers. Forming each word, so that the spittle that flew from his mouth, landed directly on her face, he said, “Perhaps she did, but she paid with her life. Annie died a slow, painful death. I made sure that when I impaled her through the chest, that I missed any vital organs. She died the only way fitting a ……” Before he could finish what he was saying, Symphony’s hand wrapped around Tinnese’s neck.
Clicking the mike, the Narrator said, “Symphony- release Tinnese now. Contrary to what he believes, Annie died a quick and noble death at the hands of Danny.”
Sighing, Symphony released Tinnese and watched, with a satisfied smile, as he scrambled backwards on all fours, out of her range of attack.
“Now, if we’re done screwing around, it’s time to move onto the next person. Old Man, I believe that it’s your turn. Do you know your three questions?”
“Yes, I do believe I do, Narrator, sir.”
“Just Narrator is fine. Now what are your three questions?”
“First, is my daughter safe? The last I saw of her, she was being wisped away in an electric blue coffin? Second, do the Wizard brothers and I get our revenge against the Crow? Third, does the initial quest to get Nosos back to his own time and place actually succeed?”
“First, in response to your second question, we already know the answer. Tinnese gets revenge against the Crow; not you and the wizard brothers. So I’ll give you this once in a lifetime chance, and choose another question. Do you know what you’re going to ask?”
“Can I think about it?”
“Certainly. While you do, I’ll answer your other two questions.”
