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CHAPTER 25

L EVI’S HEART FLUTTERED as they turned onto the

main road, still on the lookout but hoping Violet wasn’t

somewhere out there in all this violent mess. He had

only left Jenny’s apartment a few moments earlier and

had no choice but to jump into the fray and check

areas in which he hadn’t yet looked.

“I wish your friend K.S. was here,” Jenny lamented,

as she held the faintly glowing lamp in her lap.

“Me too,” he said.

The mention of K.S. sparked a memory in his mind.

He searched the street signs and knew he could arrive

at the corner of 5th and Grover in less than a minute.

“I think I know where to find her,” he said.

“Just now? Where?”

Levi smiled, hoping he was right. K.S. had sent him

there just days earlier, and for no apparent reason.

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“Well,” he thought, “maybe that reason is crystallizing.”

He sped the car along 5th Avenue toward a smoke

cloud which rose above Grover.

“Oh, no,” Jenny said. “Levi?” Her voice a frightened

quiver. He noticed it too. Up ahead, the entire block

was embroiled in bedlam.

“Is that where she is?” Jenny asked.

Levi saw the Fairfield Inn ahead of them. The

sprinklers had killed most of the fire but ghastly black

smoke drifted outward from the lobby. Bodies, gunshot

victims, littered the sidewalk.

“She’s inside,” Levi guessed.

“Levi, no… you can’t go in there! Are you nuts?”

He parked on the corner, close to where he had

before, and killed the engine. He considered the lamp,

which held that subtle glow inside its glass fixture.

“Stay with the lamp,” he ordered her.

Jenny reached for his shirt but he was already out

the door and racing toward the towering smoke of the

hotel. He saw fistfights breaking out in the street and

heard a weak siren moaning in the distance. Blasting

through the door, he covered his face with his shirt

and made his way into the thick haze. Where are you,

kid?

He sprinted up the grand staircase to the landing

and saw that most of the doors stood open. On those

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that didn’t, he began knocking while placing his ear

against the thick wooden doors, listening for any sign

of her voice. The sprinklers above drenched him and,

coupled with the alarm, made it difficult to hear

anything. After checking the first three closed doors, he

passed several which were already open. He quickly

ducked inside each one, shouting, “Violet? Is anyone in

here?” He heard no response.

Heading back into the hallway, he began to feel the

dizzying effects of the smoke, but his legs carried him

forward to the next closed door. He knocked and

shouted, “Is anyone in here?”

He pressed his cheek against the door, straining to

listen. He heard a squeak. Maybe.

“Hello?” he shouted. “Is someone in there?”

He thought he heard it again. He knelt down and

tried to look underneath the door. He pressed his ear

closer to the gap at the bottom.

“Anyone in there?” he repeated as loudly as he could.

He then heard a strained voice, calling out as though

in intense pain. It was a single word: help.

Levi tried the handle first. Locked. “Listen to me,” he

shouted. “Can you come to the door?”

He heard only that word again. “Help.” He was

positive this time. Levi kicked the door, near the

handle. Then again. And again. It was solid oak. He

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tried his other leg, but his head began to spin as he

sucked in deep breaths full of smoke, which made

feats of strength and coordination difficult. He placed

his shirt snugly against his face once more, burying

his nose in it, and then cocked his right arm.

Levi slammed his first into the frame with all of his

might and heard the door buckle. He cocked his

bloody, scarred, fist again and sent it crashing into the

oak door, nearly lifting it off its hinges. In his moment

of delirium, Levi was glad he couldn’t feel anything in

that hand.

He cocked again and sailed a punch into the door,

which caused it to fold in the center. Levi raised his

foot and gave it a kick, knocking the door completely

in. He rushed into the room with groggy vision and saw

Violet prone on the bed, nearly unconscious from the

smoke. He saw the serrated knife at the foot of the bed

and snatched it up, slicing through the rope which

bound her wrist in a single motion. After cutting her

free, he removed a pillow case and held it over her

nose. “Here,” he said. “Breath into this.”

He boosted her onto a shoulder and took one dazed,

staggered step after another, moving back toward the

grand staircase. As he drew closer to the entrance, he

heard the sound of air cannons going off outside and

people yelling and fighting. He swayed back and forth,

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trying to stay on his feet as he carried Violet outside,

through the thick cloud of smoke and toward the

booming sounds of the street.

Jenny jumped from the car when she spotted them

coming out. She grabbed the lamp by its handle and

ran forward to meet them in the center of the chaos.

She felt the lamp’s heat increasing as she dashed

toward Levi and Violet. The moment she reached them,

the lamp escaped her grip and fell to the ground as she

wrapped them up in a hug.

The lamp landed with a clank. And then it happened.

A blast of concentrated energy erupted from the lamp

like a volcano thundering skyward, sending a blanket

of brilliant, intensely hued, impossibly bright light as

far as the eye could see, in every direction. Night had

suddenly been transformed into day, and yet the

luminance they were all witnessing was even brighter

than daylight. Levi staggered back along with Jenny

and Violet, all shielding their eyes briefly before

realizing the light wasn’t burning them.

The violent tumult on the street ended at once. Levi

saw two policemen drop their guns and fall to their

knees in awe of the exquisite light bathing the entire

block. A group of men whom he’d seen beating one

another to a bloody pulp also stood and gazed. What is

happening here?

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The lustrous, shiny light continued to radiate as

everyone feasted on the brilliant, warm glow around

them. The light seemed to move with circular elegance,

almost dancing around them as if it were alive. This

pulsing, enchanting, peaceful energy moved among

them, allowing each person to get his or her fill; not

that any of them could ever get enough of this

enchanted, ebullient feeling. No one felt like moving

and suddenly the idea of hitting or killing the person

next to them seemed absurd as they looked around,

seemingly awakening from their paranoid nightmare.

The eyes of the crowd seemed to collectively fall on

the bodies littering the street, some bloody and

wounded. Others dead. In the light of day, it all felt

more real, and more evil. What are we doing?

The light fell away without warning and left the

streets cold and dark. Violet took in the crowds, most

of whom stood in stunned silence for a long time,

before beginning to slowly move away from the streets

and back to their cars, their homes. People whispered

to one another as they walked away. A cop offered his

hand to a fallen dissident, helping him up.

Jenny’s eyes engaged Levi and she said, “That’s what

you’ve been carrying around in your bag all this time?”

Levi shrugged bashfully. He had never seen the

lamp’s energy taken to that level. He thought he’d

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gotten used to seeing it glow, but you don’t get used to

that! Especially when it’s cranked to the max, if that’s

even what this had been. Actually, he didn’t want to

see its maximum power. It was simply too much to

grasp; he’d seen enough.

Violet was rubbing her stomach, slightly hunched

over. “Are you sick again?” Levi asked.

“I’m okay,” she offered, not wishing to trouble their

minds further.

Levi spotted someone moving in the distance, calmly

walking under the overhead street lights. He came and

went as he moved, going in and out of darkness as the

lights fell into shadow and then reappeared. Jenny and

Violet noticed him too and they stood together, facing

in his direction.

A short distance away, Levi could make out the

man’s features. He was older, maybe in his seventies,

olive-skinned with white hair and dressed in the

tattered rags of a homeless man. And maybe that’s

exactly what he was.

But as he came closer, it was clear that he was

returning their gaze. The old homeless man then

stopped in the middle of the street, taking in the bodies

that had fallen. He knelt down next to a dead woman

who’d been shot, lying on her side. The man gently

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moved his hand down the side of her face. He then

wiped some blood onto his own sleeve.

The man stood erect and walked a little farther, to

another unmoving body. He knelt briefly to rub the

man’s back, an endearing gesture, and then, it

seemed, the old man wiped back something from his

eyes. He continued on, stopping at a few bodies to pet

and caress their faces as if he had known each one

personally, like close friends or family.

Before long, the homeless man was standing in front

of them directly. Levi gazed at him and recognized

youthful, energetic eyes. They were the eyes of a

twenty-year-old and certainly stood out in stark

contrast to the wrinkled, tanned skin that covered his

face.

“K.S.” fell from Levi’s mouth.

The old man produced a smile. A big one. Levi had

waited for this moment for a long time, and had

prepared hundreds of questions for him. There were so

many things he didn’t understand, and he greatly

desired an opportunity to satisfy his deep curiosity.

And yet, standing face-to-face with K.S. now, he

couldn’t recall even a single one of them. In fact, that

mental list he’d been tallying now seemed surprisingly

silly. It was almost as if, deep down, Levi felt that he

might be the one answering questions, and not asking

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them. Yet K.S. looked upon him like an old friend, as if

he were enjoying the moment as much as Levi.

K.S. then broke eye contact with Levi and turned his

sights on Jenny. She felt embarrassed under his gaze

but forced herself to peer into those young eyes. K.S.

took a step forward and touched her hand. She

glanced at Levi as if to ask, “What should I do?” That’s

when she noticed that his other hand had taken Levi’s.

The old man with young eyes lifted Jenny’s hand,

together with Levi’s, and placed them together. Upon

realizing that K.S. had literally joined their hands, a

profound feeling of warmth hugged his soul. Jenny

noticed it too, and didn’t protest for a moment. Then

Levi felt Jenny’s grip tighten a bit, as if affirming what

was happening. They looked into one another’s eyes

and Jenny nodded her head and flashed an emotional

smile. It’s Okay.

K.S. stepped in front of Violet, who stood silently,

staring at her feet. She couldn’t even look at him.

Whoever this strange person was, she felt that he oddly

knew everything about her, down to her most shameful

act. He lifted her chin with his hand and she saw a

kindness in his eyes that put her at ease. K.S. then

removed her hand, which she’d been pressing into her

stomach, and slipped a purple bracelet — the one

she’d given to Johnny — onto her own trembling wrist.

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The moment was bittersweet for her. He leaned

forward ever so slightly and extended his right hand to

her abdomen. The moment Violet became aware of his

touch, she felt a euphoric jolt shooting through her

body, like a Taser gun emitting pleasurable pulses.

K.S. removed his hand and she rubbed her stomach.

The pain, finally, was gone. And this time she knew the

relief wouldn’t be temporary.

“Thank you,” Levi said. He didn’t know how else to

articulate it.

K.S. nodded politely and then pointed to Levi with a

wink, as if to say, “Thank you also.”

The old man with young eyes turned and walked

back in the direction in which he’d come. Passing by

Levi’s car, he paused as if considering something, then

touched it, removed his hand, and moved on. Moments

later, the Great Artist disappeared into the night and

the three of them stood alone where he’d left them.

Violet grinned at Jenny and Levi, who were still

holding hands, and said, “Well then.” Jenny laughed.

Things had turned awkward pretty fast. Levi looked

down, searching for the lamp in desperation. It was

nowhere to be found. Jenny joined in, searching

through some of the rubble until it became obvious to

everyone: the lamp was gone.

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Violet finally asked the question that had been on all

of their minds, at varying points, during the last

several minutes:

“So… was that really…?”

“Mm hmm,” answered Levi.

“That’s what I thought,” she marveled.

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