5. Be Mine (2)

“What am I going to do about you, Ryu?”

I watched Miura fuss over my unconscious lover. He adjusted the pillow beneath his fellow gangster’s head, sniffed at the glass by the bedside and ruffled Ryu’s dark hair. “Now Miura will vanish with the chip and you are going to be blamed.”

“What are you doing here?” I stood, wearing not a stitch, in the threshold between bedroom and bath.

Miura straightened and turned a haggard face toward me. “Allow me to introduce myself . . . ” he began.

“I know you. You’re Miura.”

“Oh. So it would seem. Well, maybe I am, and then, maybe not.”

I knew instinctively that there was something to the assertion. It was true; the man in front of me looked like Miura, but there was some terribly wrong with him and, at the same time, something diabolically familiar. I did not yet fully understand the peculiar abilities of Clément, his techniques for reanimating the dead, the way corpses became his disguises. But this was no time for riddles. I said, “What have you done to Ryu?”

  • boldlow

    Hey Erin – gotta admire your spunk to challenge the nefarious as you do! What an enchanting web you weave with these snippets of your story. I'm addicted to these chapter posts…how can I endure until September? Well, i guess wait until next Sunday's snippet… alternatives welcome!