Book 1, Chapter 9

Although The Gang was gone, their presence was still felt. Ean winced as he pushed off from the wall and stood.

“So, that was The Gang,” he said. “I really hate them. Sometimes… sometimes I really want to destroy them. Just wipe them out, like some sort of merciless killer. Sometimes I think I should’ve just done that the first time I heard about them.”

He sighed. “Anyway, that’s just what I think sometimes. But that’s not who I am.”

And it was true. Ean had been a real wuss ever since his girlfriend–

“Shut up, Narrator,” E interrupted. “They don’t need to hear that particular story,” he added with a harsh, forced smile.

I demurred, but only because he was already having a rough day…and because he knew as well as I did that these sorts of things always come out eventually.

“Fine,” he said. “But not now.” He turned to The Audience and shrugged. “Just… chalk that up to foreshadowing or something, okay?” Then he turned and walked toward the kitchen. “Come on. Let’s wrap up this tour so I can go to bed.”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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