Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCV

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Of a Multiverse:

…he was breathing hard from running after the killer through the streets of down town. He stopped leaning against a near wall with one hand with his head bowed, breathing heavily.

He looked up to see the killer at the end of the ally standing there looking as if he had not been running and smiling.

‘What the fuck!’…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCIV

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Of a Multiverse:

…Pain sheered through his arm as the thing bit deeply into his arm. He started to wonder if this was a fools errant to rescue his progeny from these beasts!…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCIII

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Of a Multiverse:

…She blankly stared at her bloody hands turning them over seamy studying them but with out much understanding why they were bloody. It felt to her like a nightmare which she would soon wake up from.

A scream of a woman near by suddenly made reality flood back to her and broke her trance…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCII

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Of a Multiverse:

…He howled with frustration as his quarry fled underground though the manhole in the road which strangely had been conveniently left open!

His head snapped to a dark ally near by as he thought he heard the cackling laughter of someone there…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCI

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Of a Multiverse:

…’Explain to me what he exactly said and do not leave anything out!’, he said with a definite menace in his voice. He leans back in his chair arching his hands together intensely staring at the man across his desk from him.

The man gulps, visibly starts to sweat and starts in a low faltering voice, ‘Well, he said someone did something to fix a problem but it went wrong in spectacular way…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XC

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Of a Multiverse:

…’Who in the hell did that man think he was!’, he thought as he walked down the dark sewer with scowl on his ugly face.

He blurted out loud to none in particular, ‘I should of killed the smelly man for his arrogance to even talk to me. He called me a paradox!’. He fell back into a grim silence but there was this nagging thought in the back of his mind something was wrong…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXXXIX

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Of a Multiverse:

…She sat there deep in thought in the Café watching the night time world pass outside its windows. The rain giving the world a speckled look through the windows almost as if it was not real.

She jumps with a start as a voice near by said, ‘Hanna never look too close as you will see echoes of things not there any more!’. She turns to where the voice came from to see no one near her in the Café!…

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