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    Black Hole Son: All Chapters

    It’s come to my attention that I posted all of my first novel, Black Hole Son, but then forgot to put a way to navigate the chapters. Silly me. So here’s the table of contents. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 53

    DAY ? The world was white and bright. He was lying down. In a bed. In a white room. Was this another dream? Was this what it was like to be dead? Hours passed. Or minutes. Ghosts hovered over him, vaporous gray apparitions. They were there. They were gone. He was surrounded with light. This must have been heaven. Or the afterlife. Shapes floated above. “Help…” he said weakly. “Oh, good, you’re awake.” Ash refocused his eyes. The ‘ghost’ was wearing a bulky white biohazard suit. It was folding a set of sheets. He wasn’t dead. He was in a white room. There was a door and a plate glass…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 52

    RION AND ASH “Rion.” “Rion,” Ash said. “Can I call you Rion? Or ‘brother’?” Rion looked at him. The computers and snaking wires made it look like he was sitting in a cyberpunk throne room. “You don’t seem delighted,” Ash said. “Isn’t it great? You finally get to understand your past.” “How long have you been here?” Rion said. “Not long,” Ash said, pointing to the corner. Two freshly burned corpses lay together, smoke wisping from their bodies. Rion grimaced. Ash shook some pills out of a bottle and knocked them back like candy. “I supposed there’s no need to introduce myself. Is there?” He smiled. “You know who I…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 51

    RION Rion flipped over the last two pages, finding them blank, and closed the folder. Now he knew everything about the project–the objective, how it was done, why it was done, where, when, and what. While he had read, Harrington dismissed everyone. They were now the only people standing on the grounds of Starkweather Tower. Rion held up the folder. “Is all this true?” “I have no reason to lie,” Harrington said. “This still doesn’t tell me who I am,” Rion said, “Just what I do.” “What you do is who you are. Man is defined by his actions.” Rion frowned. “What do you mean?” Harrington sighed and pointed behind…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 50

    ASH “Sir?” the butler said. Starkweather looked up from the piece of steak on his fork. “We’ve got him,” Charles said. Starkweather smiled. “Any casualties?” he said, then inserted the bite into his mouth. The butler shrugged. “Nothing significant. We were able to obtain him before the police back-up arrived.” “Good. Bring him up.” “Sir?” the butler cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” “What are you worried about?” Starkweather shrugged, still focused on his dinner. “He’s lost his memory. Anything could have happened to him since then. We don’t even know why he’s still alive. It’s been nearly a week. He could…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 49

    RION Rion had been staring out the back window for the last two miles. “Are you sure they’re still following us?” “I can’t believe we gave them the slip,” Tuesday said, making a hard left turn. “And yet I still can’t beat Ridge Racer on Hard.” Rion turned back in his seat. “Aren’t you going to be in trouble?” He felt like he was always being blamed for something he wasn’t responsible for, and he didn’t want it to happen to anyone else. “Trouble? Yeah, probably. But I’d rather get fired than live knowing you were back in ‘Hangar 18’ with some scientist pulling your toenails out. Besides, I don’t…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 48

    ASH “Jesus Christ, they’re right on us!” Ivy glanced at her rear view mirror. “What the fuck were you thinking?” “Me? You’re the one who told me to break free.” “I just suggested it!” she screamed. “I just said it cause it looked like you forgot. You didn’t have to do it.” “I forgot? You think I forgot I have psychic powers? I thought you had a plan.” “What the hell makes you think I have a plan?” They came to an intersection. “Where the hell am I supposed to go?” “Get back to your house,” Ash said, rubbing his temples. “Why my house?” “I don’t know. It’ll give us…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 47

    RION Rion watched the lights of the city flash past him one after the other. Tuesday sang along to the local rock station and bobbed her head. “Hey, cheer up, bucko,” Tuesday said. “We’re on the way to find some answers for you.” “Why are you doing this?” Rion asked. “Cause there might be a clue at this place we’re looking for.” “No, I mean helping me. I could be lying to you. You don’t know for sure if I have psychic powers or amnesia.” “True. But there were a thousand cops trying to find you. So that must mean something.” “But it doesn’t prove what I’m saying is true.”…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 46

    ASH Ash breathed deep from the oxygen mask. Whoever gave him fire power should have been smart enough to also give him invulnerability to smoke. At least he wasn’t coughing anymore. And what was the deal with the blanket? Why did the firemen cover him with it? He wasn’t cold. After Ivy had pushed him out of the club, they struggled to the curb where all the looky-looks gathered. Paramedics and fire-trucks showed up moments later and helped anyone who looked like they needed it. The carbon scoring on Ash’s face had made him a prime candidate. Ivy’s car pulled up to the police barrier. She got out, now fully…

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    Black Hole Son – Part 45

    RION “Then Scooter said ‘This is the second time this has happened, hasn’t it?’, like he’s the doctor’s personal assistant or something. And the doctor just shakes his head and agrees.” Rion wrung the sweater in his lap. Tuesday nodded as she made a left turn. The streets of downtown were a mess–misnamed signs, funny angles, crossroads that ended and began again three miles later. She needed to pay close attention. “He wouldn’t even search his room,” Rion continued, “I know he still had the stuff. Why would he think I’m lying to him?” “Well, he probably didn’t want to violate his privacy. Or the trust of the others.” “I…