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By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter 10
My breath came in ragged gasps as I half-carried, half-dragged Viktor through the gnarled roots and tangled branches of the dense forest. He was barely conscious, his weight heavy against my shoulder. His once-mighty frame was so frail from starvation and dehydration, his steps sluggish.
“Viktor,” I whispered urgently, shifting my grip to keep him upright. He was too weak to continue standing on his own.
“You have to keep going.”
Viktor groaned, his head lolling to the side.
“I can’t,” he rasped. “I have nothing left.”
My grip tightened. “That’s not true. You always told me to find the strength inside myself. Now it’s your turn.”
With a weak chuckle, Viktor nodded. “Damn, throwing my own words back at me. I taught you too well.” He said nothing more, but I could feel the shift in him — the stubborn spark of willpower that had once made Viktor the strongest man I had ever known.
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Chapter One: The Chain
I never knew my parents, they had died when I was very young, and I was raised by my big brother. I was a terrible brat to him, but he always dealt with me fairly and calmly. He was everything to me. Just as our relationship was really starting to click, he was killed in a car crash halfway through my senior year of high school. Although I somehow managed to graduate, in the three years since then, I have been a total fuck-up.
By the time I reached my early 20s I had already been floating from job to job, barely scraping by, living in one of those run-down SROs with peeling wallpaper and thin walls. The kind of place where you hear everything, but no one talks to you unless they need something. I never had two cents to rub together, just enough to get by. Just enough to stay invisible.
But lately, things had gotten worse. Rent was months overdue, and the landlord had made it clear that tomorrow, if I didn’t pay up, I was out. He didn’t care that I was barely keeping my head above water. In his eyes, I was just another body taking up valuable space.
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