“Q2”
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0.000 HBD“Q2”
<center> </center> # <center> #41 :Fabian Bailey -</center> <center> .......................................................................................................................................................................................</center> *** Fabian Bailey, the young black man with the sour throat and the bruised butt cheek, limped slowly down the street. Oddly enough he was carrying that magic wand in one hand. His gun was in his pocket. He was humiliated. The honkie hadn’t been worried about him at all to have given him his gun back. He wasn’t real sure why he kept the wand but he did. He slowly made his way to his crash pad, being VERY careful that none of his ‘bros’ saw him. If they thought he was hurt or weak they’d turn on him in a minute. Damn his throat hurt and his butt did too. That honkie had hit his tailbone with that gun. <center>..................</center> He slept for a long, long time. Several days later he woke up. He was starving. Fabian had been having some really BAD dreams and he had a raging headache to go with his sore throat and bruised butt. “Bout time you woke up” a voice in his head said. “What? Who’s there? Who’s talking?” Fabian said, reaching for his gun. He couldn’t find it then he realized where he’d left it. “I’m a daemon.” the voice in his head said. ”You’re possessed. Boo!” Fabian almost turned white. His Gramma had told him about ‘Haint’s. Of course he didn’t believe her. NO. He did NOT believe HER! “Ha ha ha ha ha! “ the Haint said “Gotcha. Now straighten up and fly right. I’ve fixed your hang-ups. You were one messed up guy, but your mind is working correctly now so act like it.” “WhutChew.....” Fabian started to say. Then he heard himself talking and could not BELIEVE how stupid he sounded. What a tool. “What do you mean?” he repeated, attempting proper English. “Ah. That’s much better. You can do it can’t you?” Nike said. “Act like a person. Act like you have some pride.” That burned, but Fabian could no longer fool himself. He HAD sounded like a jungle bunny. He was ashamed. “You had a problem. I fixed it. Case closed. Now what the hell are we gonna do? You live in one screwed up place.” Nike said. “Well yeah. Now that you point out the obvious I agree. I’ve lived here my whole life and never noticed it until now. I guess the first thing you do is bring me up to speed. If you're not a ghost who or what are you?” Fabian said. A lesson followed, and something called ‘info-dumps’. It was intense. Fabian learned more in the next few days than he’d learned before in his whole life. History, what little of it he’d been told, had been a complete fabrication. A lie. “Has your world view been shattered, much?” Nike asked. “The short answer would be ‘yes’. The really bad thing. The thing that makes me VERY angry.” he said “is that I can’t torture to death the people who are responsible.” “Two things” Nike said “the first is that you were really NOT responsible. You were forced to operate in conditions that you weren’t capable of enduring. I’m the hack that fixed that. I’ll keep you sane. Second thing. There’s a bit of evidence that those who did that to your people, aren’t” “Aren’t what?” Fabian asked. “Aren’t people” Nike said “What are they?” Fabian asked. “No Clue” Nike replied “they hide out among democrats but they’re not human.” “Oh” Fabian thought about that for a while. “What do we do?” he finally asked. “That would be up to you to decide” Nike said. “I’m just along for the ride and to maintain the machinery. Do you want anything while I’m up? Are you hungry? How bout a nice thick steak with all the trimmings, a salad, some potatoes and some beer?” “Well of course” Fabian was a growing boy, not one to turn down food, and he’d slept for days and he was HONGRY! “Which one?” Nike said. “Yes” Fabian replied. She finally got it. Minutes later dinner was served. An hour or so later it was nitey night from CarbComa. <center>................</center> He woke up in the middle of ‘the night’ Nike?” he said. “Yes dear?” She replied “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” he told her. “What do you mean?” she asked apprehensively. “Think about it”. he said “I’ll make a bunchaton of Magic Wands” she replied. “Good girl.” he told her. He went back to sleep. <center>.................................. ***Episodes*** [Next](https://steemit.com/fiction/@everittdmickey/5j18bf-q2) [Previous ](https://steemit.com/fiction/@everittdmickey/5rerpq-q2) [First](https://steemit.com/fiction/@everittdmickey/39rpbp-q2) ..................................... [Book 1]( https://steemit.com/fiction/@everittdmickey/q-chapter-1) ..................................... I'm  @everittdmickey . I write ___SPECULATIVE FICTION___ [I have other books on Amazon.](https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00DXISW74) Sometimes I also comment on the news  Sometimes it's hard to tell fiction from the news. </center>