Price Threefold, Chapter 24- Adam

Pairbonds, in addition to the usual aspects of a power interaction[13] include what has been described by subjects who’ve experienced it as a spiritual connection which runs deeper than any they’ve ever experienced before. Such relationships, while only romantic approximately 47% of the time[14], often supersede all other relationships. Controversy exists over whether the effects are love or an addiction to the increase of power the Pairbond grants both Imbued.[15]

The more I read on the subject, the worse it began to look. Truth is Madness, but Listen and Believe is idiocy. Case in point: Chloe was, if the witch was to be believed, caught up in a three way Pairbond, which all literature on the subject called impossible. Someone had to be wrong, and I suspected it was everyone. I took a breath, then slid away from my desk.

“Still doesn’t explain why Chloe ran away weeks before Mom died.” I couldn’t call it fortunate, but I had access to more than one source of information.

“The Fate-Warper ran afoul of her own clever schemes,” the Greenwitch said. Her ability to hear and speak to me whenever she wanted had long ceased to startle me. “For every blessing given, the Loa demand equal sacrifice. The trappings of wealth she shrouded herself in demanded the loss of a daughter. She sought to use her Loa to steal back the balance of her debt to them, and so she everything was forfeit.”

I bit down on my outrage; a talent any good politician learned early. In the silence after Granny’s declaration, I sought a diplomatic way to tell her to go to hell. “So you’re saying Mom deserved to die? If so, seems a bit of an oversight that I get her power.”

“It is not a tale of good or evil, Fate-Sealer, but of choice and consequence,” the Witch said. I still hadn’t decided if she was in my room and invisible, or talking to me at a distance. My power insisted she wasn’t in my range, but the witch was had powers the likes of which I didn’t pretend I could understand. “The Fate-Warper danced in the inferno, and so the flames consumed her as they will sinner and saint alike.”

“By that logic,” if you could call it logic, “Spark isn’t responsible for Mom’s death. No one is, we’re just puppets acting out whatever fate wants us to.”

Cackling laughter echoed through my room. “Even Fate lacks that power. Your will, your choice, is your own, but the in the end everything adds up to zero. Your mother lost sight in one direction, don’t disappoint by going too far the other way. The Serpent has amassed quite the debt of her own, and you have become the mechanism of her demise by your own choice.”

There was little danger of me buying into either nihilist or fatalist philosophy. “And when I kill her? Someone else’s fate is then to kill me? Then Jason avenges me only to die to someone else. An eye for an eye until everyone is left blind and toothless.”

The laughter hadn’t stopped until after I finished. “So you are not blind as the building crumbles around you. The Fate-Warper built an empire on the back of borrowed power. The balance will be met.”

“Circular logic, nothing more.” After saying it, I wondered if Granny Greenwitch had any knowledge of debate terminology. “No matter what I say, you’ll claim it is Fate. No matter what I do, you’ll suggest it was Fate’s idea. So, let me ask you this. What if I decide the only winning move is to not play? How does that sound?”

“Can you?” I couldn’t quite read the old woman’s tone. Somewhere between sad and smug, perhaps. “If you were the sort of person who could do nothing, the Loa would never have chosen you for their temple. Those whose nature it is to merely exist or hide behind others can never know the Blessings of the Loa.”

She might have a point. Of all the things I had imagined doing in my life, being lazy was not one of them. “Then I go into business, or become a hero like my mother.” The latter option rang hollow; my mother was not a hero, that much I now knew. To say nothing of how my power was amongst the least heroic that wasn’t outright mind control.

“And what of the rest of your family?” the Greenwitch asked. “You chose your Fate to deliver another to hers, could you be the one who finds a solution where none before you have? Will you cast aside your sword and extend forgiveness, at the cost of everything your family stands for? Do you believe your father would make the same decision? Could you disuade him from the path of destruction which Fate has decided upon, Fate-Sealer? Or would you let him take responsibility for your failure?”

I stood and went for my window. “I don’t know.” My decisions were mine to make, but my father would never be able to accept this situation. Every day the so-called Serpent was free would eat at him until he snapped and did something which brought the house down, as Granny put it.

I climbed out onto the roof in hopes the air would be more fresh out here. It was a stupid idea; the same faded monochrome dominated the lawn as had my room. If anything the vista was made worse for all the life, awash with the death and decay which was the ultimate reward for all things living. I still had normal sight, showing the landscape for what it was, but vision was no longer my primary sense. The trees that I knew were magnificent stood broken and riddled with holes, while our well-manicured lawn was a slimy morass. The faint stench of decay wafted through the air with no specific source, as if a rodent had died in the walls of the universe.

I called on my power and dragged myself into the land of the dead which I was now and forever connected to. I jumped from the roof, trusting the physics of my power to protect me. My feet passed through the ghost-soil, and I screamed in pain as my legs told me in no uncertain terms they were broken. Then the pain was gone and I climbed to my feet. Perhaps someone else would find it funny that it was impossible to die in the land of the dead. The fog rolled in around me, concealing far worse things which lived here, if ‘lived’ was the proper term.

I did my best not to look at the security guard near the gate, but I’d not yet grown accustomed to the hideous, aged and rotted flesh which made a strong man look rather like the that muppet from Tales from the Crypt. He could not see me; he was in the living world, and could expect decades before he fell to this side of the barrier. “I may not know what to do to stop Fate’s twisted games, but I believe it’s time for a weapon’s test.”

No answer came; only the dying could be heard in this world, and the native denizens made no sound at all. I was alone in a silence like few would ever know in their lives. Still, I kept an eye on the living side; from my position they were nothing but ghosts and illusions, but they carried weight and inflicted pain, as I’d learned when I was hit by a car the other day.

In such deafening nothing, even the faintest sounds could carry forever, and thus it didn’t take me long to hear the weeping of a dying woman. Others joined in, each screaming out as their bodies touched this land of the dead. I was too far from the hospital for that dirge to reach me, so it had to be something far more sinister. I jogged toward the noise, only to come to a ramshackle house in the white trash corner of town. The stench of death hung heavy in the air around the house, a miasma of a different shade than the fog which defined this world. With a swift kick, the door on this side broke inward, though its physical counterpart remained standing. I had to close my eyes to walk through, but felt no resistance or pain in the process.

The voices I’d heard weren’t dying, or at least weren’t dying fast. A man and woman were at fault, their bodies crying out on this side while shambling about their kitchen. Even if I knew how to read lips, their mouths were too rotted out to recognize. The chemical poisons they played with had infused their bodies. It didn’t take a genius to realize they were producing meth. Had that been all of it, perhaps I’d have left and called the cops from the other side. The screaming toddler in the other room, sitting in a diaper that was so full it had begun to leak out of his or her legs, denied that possibility.

It is impossible to describe the way the barrier between worlds works to normal people, but perhaps one could imagine it as the surface of water. Held above by buoyancy and surface tension, all living things, sinking into the pool with an agonizing slowness which took a lifetime to complete. Submerged below was myself, and the dead. Flawed as the analogy is, picture what I did as splashing some of the world of the dead up into the world of the living. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized I could do such a thing, but in learning, I did as Greenwitch described and sealed their Fates.

Stricken by panic, the pair stumbled in the kitchen. The woman fell back, cracked her head against a table, and went down as the chemicals spilled on top of her. It took only a moment before she stood in front of me on this side of the barrier, her screams now silent. Her body turned to mist and joined the rest, forever silencing her voice. The man seemed to have better control; he felt around the kitchen until he found a knife, which he brandished in front of him while shouting in silence.

He’s blind. My power blinded them. I can use that.

After a few more seconds, his eyes trained on me. “The fuck are you?” His hands trembled in terror. “Back off!”

I obeyed, unsure what had happened here. He was still alive, yet in the world of the dead as I was. Mist moved away from him, as if unwilling to touch his skin. Then I saw them. Hideous wolflike creatures with empty black eyes stalked forward on rotted paws. One turned his head up, as if to howl at a moon that to my knowledge did not exist on this side. Until now, the monsters in the mist had remained hidden, unwilling to let me witness them save as brief glimpses in the corner of my eye.

The panicked drug maker screamed as one of the wolf-monsters bolted past my shoulder. I screamed as well, unsure what was happening or how to stop it.

The knife sank into the creature’s chest, not through any skill on the man’s part, but because the thing ran straight into the weapon. He fell to the ground, but the monster vanished into mist. Fresh fog bled from the claw marks left in the man’s rotted flesh.

Another monster jumped out of the mist, this time catching the man’s skull in his teeth. He screamed and stabbed at the wolf-thing, until a lucky thrust caught the creature in the eye-socket and it vanished in the mist.

The man stabbed again despite this, and tore open his face. Real blood fell from him to soak into the dead ground we stood upon. Huge amounts of mist poured from the gore as if it was dry ice.

I took another step back. How do I stop it? I reached for the power I hadn’t known I had, trying to find a way to undo whatever it was I’d done, to put him back in the real world. It didn’t work, and another creature grabbed the man’s arm in his teeth, an act which brought another wave of screams.

By the time he’d switched his knife to the hand that wasn’t clamped in jaws, another monster had pounced on his chest, and a third went to work on his leg.

Soon a fourth had his head locked in its jaws, while the fifth joined the third in pulling his legs apart like they wanted to rip him in half. That was, after a minute, the result of the struggle. The spirit split in half and separated from the physical, vanishing into fog as the woman had minutes ago.

The wolves turned to face me, but did nothing other than wait. To my surprise, the screaming hadn’t stopped. I turned to look behind me, at the other sound of cries; the toddler still sat in his living room, though also in the world of the dead. Several wolves eyed the child, but did not approach.

They won’t, they can’t, not without my permission. That thought calmed me, allowed me to get my own fear under control. My powers function on my emotions, at least in part. Now I could assert control over the situation, and I banished myself and the child back to the living world.

“Did you find the answers you sought, Fate-Sealer?”

“Found me awful quick.” I gagged in the stench. The pollution of this house was worse by far than the dead world. I looked around, unsure of how to proceed. My eyes fell on the man whose apparent cause of death was when he stabbed himself in the face. “What happens if it’s not me who does the killing? Like, hire or trick someone else into doing it?”

The witch began to cackle again. “Granny cannot say. But mayhap Fate will reward your cleverness, or consider the Serpent’s death balance enough.” I felt a hand press into mine, but by the time I reacted it was gone. In its place, I held a small mummified skull, not much larger than a baseball. “A gift built long, long ago by the Greenwitch.”

“What’s it do?” The thing was hideous, but dry and solid enough that I wasn’t afraid of breaking it. The more I examined it, the more I began to consider the costume I’d need to wear; something no one would suspect was associated with a white power gang like Heritage. Every culture on Earth had strong death icons, so I had a glut of symbols to pick from. Granny’s voodoo themes would work quite well.

“Everything you need to make your mission a success.”

“And what do I have to sacrifice this time?” I glanced at the child again. I can’t let anyone know I was here, but I can’t let the kid die like this. I knocked the phone off the hook with the back of my hand, then used my knuckles to press 911. A woman’s voice spoke on the other end, but I didn’t care what she said. In the end, they had to investigate every emergency call, which meant a few minutes from now cops would arrive. Let them make of this scene whatever they want.

“Nothing. The Greenwitch created them long ago, knowing they would be there in times of great need. All others were consumed well before your birth. Granny has long hoped for the day this one would reunite with his brothers.”

“We’ll talk later.” I pulled myself into the dead world again. Mist drifted from my hand. It’s coming from the skull, bleeding away the time it has left. It’s human, and it’s still alive. I almost destroyed it right then, fed it to the wolves as an act of mercy. Instead, I wrapped it in my shirt and began my walk home. No matter what else, I needed to succeed in my mission.


The whole mission is a disaster. I brought myself back to the living world miles from the school, panting hard. As it turned out, running in the dead world was much the same as running in the living, though that side was much cooler than midday in North Carolina. “You said it would kill the Serpent!”

“Granny said no such thing.” Still, the voice was disembodied. After that first night, I had never seen the damned witch in person. “Granny said it would replace you with the most beloved of the one who sought to slay you.”

“It was supposed-” I folded over, trying not to throw up. “That girl was innocent! It was supposed to be the Serpent!” All the literature said a Pairbond was stronger than any other connection.

“The love of two who have not yet found harmony in their song carried less weight than the love of a man for the sister he raised as his own, as the Greenwitch knew would happen.”

“You planned this?!” I drew on my power again, readying for a moment to attack the witch. Her, I would drag into the dead lands, then leave there to starve rather than allow the monsters to make quick work of it. “You’re a monster!”

“Granny knows. If it is any consolation, the Child will survive.”

“Assuming I believe you.” Come on, where are you hiding? It has to be nearby, all Imbued have limits. Draconic beasts passed between the trees, visible in the physical world as the faintest wisps of smoke. They had no power on this side, but they responded to my need to hunt for the witch.

“The Thrice-Blessed struck to incapacitate. As far as you drove him, it still was not enough to make him take a life, and so the Child survived.” In my grief, I almost allowed myself to believe her. “The rest, the Greenwitch will handle. Your task is done, lest you wish to return and attack the Bound Viper again?”

I hesitated, looking back. Much as I hated to admit it, I was depleted, tired, and in pain. In addition, my power was nowhere near unbeatable, and by the time the Killing Field repopulated itself with monsters enough to finish the job, there could be Imbued from other states in position to retaliate. All it took was one whose power countered mine.

“I’m done with you, anyway. I’ve found my answer, the way I break the cycle.”

The Greenwitch cackled like the madwoman she was. “Oh, Fate-Sealer, have you not yet learned that is impossible?”

I didn’t answer her, she didn’t deserve to hear the solution before I revealed it. Nor could I trust her, given what she’d done today. Perhaps I didn’t have the power to stop the entire cycle, but I could stop it for me and my family. If my power had taught me nothing else, it was that Fate’s control over us ended when we did. When the time came, I would kill Spark, and then I would kill myself.

Fate would, indeed, be sealed when I finished.



8 thoughts on “Price Threefold, Chapter 24- Adam

  1. A/N- Another huge chapter.

    Also: Adam is NOT an illusionist, either via light manipulation or hallucination. His power is very, very real, and closer to an Escapist ability than any other thing. The Killing Field is what he named the place his power takes people to.

    There’s more I wanna say, but I fear I’ll give away too much of a hint and people will realize something critical that I’m keeping a lid on.

    So instead, I’ll just ask for votes.


  2. Well, that is one hell of a power that you have there, Adam. Between him and Lynx I am starting to buy into Granny Greenwitch’s ideas about powers being independent entities. It is either that or there are multiple Imbued out there who do not have full control of their powers, or they are affected by super subtle subconscious desires.

    Adam claims that the dead-world monsters are affected by his emotions to some extent. That may be true, but in the scene before he clearly states that he tries to draw the wolves away from the man and fails. Sure, you could probably make the whole subconscious claim in that situation and say that he really wanted the man dead and that is why the wolves didn’t listen to him. But that seems just as shaky to me as saying that the death world is real, and Adam’s power just happens to let him traverse it and gives him some slight control over its denizens.

    Also, I think that after this chapter I am going to say that the Greenwitch is a very strong Bio-Artificer. She was able to heal Dom and Chloe, make a teleporter type object out of a (still living) skull, and somehow managed to infect Bea with a toxin. If that is true then I think that Adam is also infected with something, which is how she is able to communicate with him. GG being silent when he is traveling in the dead world lends some weight to that, since the second he comes back to the real world she is able to transmit again. It could also be how she infects Bea in the first place. Use Adam as a kind of carrier for whatever poison she wanted to use. Although I could also see it being a side effect of the skull that he used.

    Which reminds me. When she mentions reuniting the skull with his “brothers” just how literal was she being? Either way, getting on the Greenwitch’s bad side seems like a really shit idea.

    I have a very sinking suspicion that Granny knows what Adam’s plan is, and that she will either stop it or that it will just not work. Maybe things fall out so that Adam kills himself, but it looks like someone else did it and his brother still ends up Imbuing because of it.

    Really enjoyed this chapter, and can’t wait to see how this book shakes out.

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    1. Well, I make it a habit to not spoil references… but since this one’s to a prior *book*, I’ll do it once…

      Remember the soldiers that Domenic mentions invading Granny’s swamp way back during the civil war? Exactly that literal.


      1. I was actually wondering if it had something to do with them. I guess that that makes a bit more sense, but it also means that that skull (which, again, is still alive somehow) has been sitting on a shelf in Granny’s house for an incredibly long time. Poor bastard.

        Also, I don’t know if I ever mentioned this but I really like how Artificer/Gadgeteer powers work. Making it so that it is bullshit magic that just happens to be focused inside of technology, instead of something like super science that is just way ahead of its time, makes for really interesting uses. Such as, off of the top of my head, a tool that can make you swap places with the most important person in the person you are fighting’s life.

        I am also kind of peeved at how close I came to getting that whole situation right, while also being pretty far off the mark for the rest of it. But it is a good kind of peeved if that makes sense. I can almost figure out what you are going for, but you still manage to surprise me consistently.

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        1. Oh, after you see the Greenwitch chapter… you’ll get a much better understanding of how that works. (As if I could go this far and *not* include a Greenwitch chapter… probably multiples…)

          And thanks… can’t take credit, however, since I’m admittedly “borrowing” a few concepts from the oldschool World of Darkness setting. Different enough that I can’t be sued, however. :p

          The “can almost figure it out” is what I’m hoping for as a response… too much in one direction makes the story predictable, and that sucks. Too much in the other makes the story nothing but asspulls, and that’s even worse than being predictable.

          This middle path- the “it makes sense, but I never even thought about it until now” is the tightrope I do my best to walk. Success is another question, but it’s certainly the goal.


  3. Also, typo thread. Found a handful, but nothing really serious.

    The trees I knew where magnificent stood broken and riddled… – Should be “were magnificent”

    I jumped from the roof, trusting the physics of my power to project me. – Should be protect, I think

    The fog rolled in around me, concealing far worse things which lived in the fog. – No typo, but double use of fog reads strangely.

    Still, I kept an eye on the living side; from my position may have been nothing but ghosts and illusions… – Should be “they may have been”

    I screamed as well, unsure what what happening or how to stop it. – Should be “what was”

    “And what do I have to sacrifice this?” – Should be “sacrifice for this” I think. Or something similar.

    “Nothing. The Greenwitch them long ago…” – Missing word, not sure exactly which one though. I would hazard “made” but “sacrificed” could also fit.

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