Beyond The Holders
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His old truck sputtered as it came into the lot of the hospital. He pulled into the spot farthest from the door. The building had been there for years, he had driven past it a million times before he started seeking. His first outing he left the city, hoping that no one would recognize him in case it was a falsehood. His second outing he had come here, to save gas in the collapsing economy. When it turned out he decided that if he did it again it would be here.
He stepped out of his truck an looked into the windshield at his reflection. He was wearing a black robe with a large white collar. He had decided for this outing that his best option would be to disguise himself as a holy man. He knew God had already condemned him, he would have to use whatever took to try and save any hope for a future generation.
He walked through the front door, oddly the guard desk was empty. Had it been a few months earlier he would have taken it as a job opportunity. Perhaps it was better this way, At least this way he had an effect on tomorrow.
He looked around the waiting room. The receptionist was gone but, that didn't matter. He wasn't looking for the receptionist. Then he spotted what he was looking for, his luck was with him. Only one person, it made him believe that he would succeed quickly. He sat next to her. Her face was complex, he wasn't sure if she was sad, mad, or simply scared. Perhaps she was seeking and had a bad turn out. He began to think to himself that it would make sense for a holder to use failures in his test.
He said in the most soothing voice he could muster through the hunger"Come child, tell me why it is you are here?"
She looked up at him, and he saw her face was nothing but fear. "I followed my husband here, he had been disappearing on a regular basis, sometimes for days. Once he came home in a stupor covered in blood. I thought he had been in a bar fight. He wouldn't talk to me or two days, he would just sit at his desk researching things. I would look over his shoulder every now and then, all I saw where forum sites, and maps. They all had something to do with asylums and objects that weren't named held by people with strange titles."
He continued to listen as she spoke about following him to the asylum to see for herself, and how she couldn't stand sitting there anymore. Then he saw what he feared most, she broke. She fell to the floor grabbing at a shoe that he hadn't seen before. It was bloody and he could see a piece of foot still in it and he knew. The woman cradled it in her arms and wailed, then suddenly stopped.
The receptionist had returned, with two large men. Their faces obscured by what he didn't know. They led the woman away. He turned and there was the final piece of the puzzle. The Holder had arrived.
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