Salvation through darkness.
Abby Winston wants to die. Her darkness inside is too great to face. The Universe agrees. Even her fortune cookies are shooting blanks.
She can’t do it herself, but her Death-Wish is not in vain. Something hears her plea and means to derive purpose from her erasure: a man-made demon meant to save the world. She can’t return to the life she decided to leave and so takes the first step on a path darker than death.
Abby shook her head. “Because? That’s your answer? Because why, because you want to kill me, you brought me here to finish the job?”
“I told you. You wanted to kill yourself.”
Hearing him say it so plainly made her feel the impact of those words. Up until now, it had all been theoretical, a fantasy in her head. Now, it became real. More real than Abby had thought or wanted it to be.
“So, I’m being punished then? Is that it?”
He shook his head as if talking to a small child, explaining simple lessons. “You’re here because you were nearly…deleted from the cosmos.”
Abby considered that statement for a moment longer than she probably should have. “So…?”
“So, it meant you belonged to me.”
She tossed her head haughtily, her lips pulled tight in a grimace. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said. The words rang hollow in the darkness.
“Yes,” he agreed. “At the moment that’s quite true.”
“Wait.” There was something in how he’d said it she didn’t like. It made her feel too alone. “What do you mean?”
He sat down on what Abby guessed was a chair and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I don’t understand.”
He raised a hand. “People like…you. People on the edge. They come to me, or I to them. I don’t know which. I am only drawn to them in some inexplicable way. It stands you wanted to kill yourself and so the universe answered in kind.”
She pushed back the sudden urge for hysterics and grabbed at sobriety instead. The universe, she had thought, had disowned her. Now, a budding sentiment said it had been the other way around.
“By sending you? Why?”
“So that I might make use of your death,” he said.
“I’m sorry, but what good could my death possibly bring to you?”
“No,” he said, “not to me. I’m not important in any of this.”
“Who then?” she asked, disbelief hanging heavy in her mind.
“The human race, of course.”