Part 2: The Dueanian Cycle #7

Post date: May 2, 2017 1:20:38 PM

Part 2: The Dueanian Cycle

#7

“She’s right,” Lark said.

Fisher pressed her lips together and glanced at the arguing couple. Baylee and Darek had been going at it for the past twenty minutes without any end in sight.

Fisher handed Lark another bottle of water, drinking water, and a fourth calf liver pasty.

He was looking better. Once he’d been forcibly separated from Dewey he’d regained his muscular tone and body weight rapidly. He still looked drawn and very pale. His skin was wrinkled and dry, but no longer flaky.

Fisher still didn’t have anything to say. Out loud that is. Inwardly she was screaming that her best friend had gone mad. That Dewey was simply demonic and that Darek, Lark’s supposed brother, was the only sane one of the bunch.

She tried not to listen to the ongoing argument, but it was hard since Darek’s voice was raised no matter how Baylee tried to hush him.

“You told me you had no family,” Fisher said. She couldn’t keep the accusation from her tone.

Lark stared at her and chewed.

Fisher sighed angrily and shook her head. “Is anyone going to tell me the truth about anything? Or is this all some sick joke? Coax Fisher out into the middle of nowhere, scare her half to death, and fill her head with some cockamamie story about an alien who can save the world. Not to mention meeting two strangers and watching one almost-”

“Parents, sisters, wife, children…gone…all gone,” Lark said. “Darek is the last surviving relative I have.”

Fisher frowned. “Sisters…no brothers?”

Lark glanced toward the still fighting couple. He shook his head slightly. “Darek is my great-great-great grandson, and although he calls me Gramps, we refer to each other as brothers.” He looked back at Fisher. “No one knows otherwise, not even Baylee.”

Fisher’s jaw sagged. “How is that possible? That would make you…what?”

“Close to two hundred years old.”

Fisher snapped her mouth shut. She glanced at Baylee then back to Lark. “So Dewey is some kind of fountain of youth? Granting you immorality for allowing…it…to what…inhabit you?”

“Yes,” Lark replied.

Fisher turned her lip up. “That’s sick and twisted.”

Lark shrugged.

“And Baylee doesn’t know?”

Lark shook his head.

“Why haven’t you told her?”

“It’s a secret not easily told.”

Fisher took a deep breath. “How old is Darek?”

“Not much older than you and Baylee.”

“And he knows all about you and Dewey?”

Lark nodded. “Oh, yes and his hatred of the Dueanian race is fierce. And with good reason.”

“Is that why he and Baylee fight? Because Baylee views Dewey as a friend?”

“That and because he wants Baylee so bad.”

Fisher gaped at Lark. “Baylee? Darek is in love with Baylee?”

“For quite some time.”

“Baylee?”

“Yes.”

Fisher glanced at Darek. He was no longer shouting, but he looked far from happy. “Baylee has never mentioned him.”

“I’m not surprised, since she thinks he hates her.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Fisher said confidently, considering the interaction between Baylee and Darek.

“Not in this case,” Lark said. “Given the level of secrecy surrounding myself, Darek is overly guarded.”

“I can understand since you claim you’re immortal,” Fisher growled.

“Immortality was never my intention.”

“What, it just happened?” Fisher scoffed.

“No, it did not just happen and before you accuse me of whatever you’re thinking I was given little choice,” Lark said.

“Dewey forced itself on you?”

“Dewey saved my life.”

Fisher swallowed.

“I had a wife and a young child. I wasn’t willing to die,” Lark stated plainly.

Fisher had no reply. She felt suddenly guilty for judging him. Given the circumstances would she have done the same? If so, she couldn’t condemn Lark for wanting to remain with his family.

“What are you now?” She wet her lips and picked at the bark on the log she was sitting on, feeling a little ashamed. “Are you still human?”

Lark finished his calf liver pasty and the last of the bottle of water. “I am a Dueally. Mostly human but part Dueanian. I have heightened senses. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.”

“And you can live forever.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Lark said. “At least not as a human.”

“So why?”

“Why does Dewey need me?”

Fisher nodded.

“I could say it’s complicated, but it’s really simple,” Lark said. “Dewey is trying to right a wrong.”

“A two hundred year old mistake?”

Lark shook his head. “Not a mistake. An act of nature.”

Fisher took a breath. Now she was beginning to understand. Baylee’s obsession with solving the world’s procreation dilemma wasn’t a dilemma at all, but a conscious act. But on whose part?

“So you’re telling me an alien is the reason we no longer can have children?”

“Dewey is not an alien, although technically not of our world either, but indirectly, yes.”

Fisher’s anger simmered. “Quit with the riddles.”

Lark stared at Fisher for a long moment, then asked. “Are you familiar with the concept of alternative universes?”

“You mean that we could exist in multiple universes at the same time? Living similar yet different lives.”

“Yes.”

“No,” Fisher said. “It’s too far fetched.”

“How do you explain Dewey?”

“A knock on the head from the crash last night.”

Lark gave Fisher a slight quirk of his lips.

Fisher sighed. “Okay, I’m working on it. Physical evidence proves I’m not dreaming and I don’t think I have the imagination to conjure up what I saw happen to you.” Fisher glanced toward Baylee and Darek again. “So, I guess I’m willing to go along with your theory,” she finished.

“Good, because Dewey is from a parallel universe. They call it Caradorynee.”

©Human in Inhuman Worlds by Janet Merritt