Each step mirrored perfectly, like a reflection walking out of glass.
Solomon's throat tightened as he saw the figure walking in almost slow motion.
Cold sweat poured down his back. The air tasted like metal.
He gagged, chest heaving, forcing himself to look again.
The other Mr. N kept coming.
His heartbeat was digging into his ass.
He could count everytime his blood pulsed through his brain.
His breath moved faster, as he begun to speed up.
"Um…" Solomon stammered, "Uh… do you--
Mr. N turned his head slowly.
Too slowly.
His eyes shifted toward the street—
and for a heartbeat, Solomon saw something ripple beneath his skin.
Then Mr. N smiled.
And the other one stopped walking
Solomon saw it, the ripple beneath Mr. N's skin, something that hummed like static.
Eyes that bent the light wrong.
He shouldn't have looked.
He shouldn't have known.
The whisper came before the pain—
and the world folded in on itself.
Solomon got up quickly holding his head realizing he's slacking on the job he apologizes to Mr. N quickly.
Mr. N stands against the walls of his secret office with his hands crossed. Osprey was still on the stretcher, Vera, Kage still passed out on their stretchers. Solomon's lieutenants were missing.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
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Solomon's breath hitched,
his hands slick with memory.
He said no—
Kill me in Jerusalem, Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem. Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem. Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem.
PLEASE KILL ME.
sOL
SOUL
SOL?
SOLOMON
my. My name is Solomon.
15 days later the corpses of Solomon's Lieutenants washed up on the shore of the middle east.
We see Solomon, normal. Nothing happened.
No difference.
In the room of a surgeon he monolouged again.
Some women's bodies are no fun-