These two deleted scenes are
dream sequences which would’ve helped establish some connective tissue between
two other books I was (and still am) excited about: No Magic For Luke Peters (The Luke Peters Series) and The Last Reich: Bringing Up God First (The
Last Reich Series). I, ultimately, decided that the first Kid Silver: Alone
novel wasn’t the best place for such things. I can establish my universe
elsewhere, but I still did like these scenes and didn’t want to see them die. I
hope you enjoy them.
– Matthew H. Jones, author.
Deleted Scene #2, Dream Scene
I dreamt of the blonde girl with
the long legs and I dreamt of the boy with the red-ringed eyes. The two of them
were wrestling with one another while standing before a billowing blanket of
white light. Metal men with a red light planted in the middle of their faces
were racing about like man-sized ants off to war. There was this blonde man
fighting a bald man with a goatee. Both of them had open wounds. It looked like
they’d been dipped in blood. The African-American man with the tattoos across
his face and body was firing big, black revolvers at the scurrying robots and
at a big man with boils on his face and body. It was all chaos swirling chaos
and nonsense. There were zombies, actual zombies shambling into this spacious,
concrete room with a long, metal catwalk cutting through the center.
There was a rumble and then a giant
fissure busted through the ceiling. Dust peppered down. More and more cracks
busted through the ceiling and down the walls, slicing through everything. The
walls were going to fall down and these people were just fighting. There was a
sound that wasn’t a sound. I heard it but I couldn’t describe the noise. My
brain couldn’t wrap itself around the stimulus entering my ears. The closest I
could get to a description wasn’t a sound, but an image. I heard a stone. The sound was like big,
smooth stones hovering over my head, hanging taut on thin-thin chords, stones
that were about to fall. It makes no sense, I know. It’s like the sound had
messed with my senses, twisted them so that up was down and left was right.
The girl and the boy fell into the
billowing blanket of light. It belched outward like they’d fallen into a great
pool of water. They were gone and then all the walls collapsed inwards,
smashing into the wall of billowing light. Big hunks of stone smashed into the
scurrying robots and the shambling zombies, crushing them like bugs. Something
happened with the tattooed man and the guns. Darkness snaked out from the guns,
raveling up around his forearms, burning into his tattooed flesh, then he fell
to his knees and lastly onto his face. There was a boy with a twisted up neck.
He looked like he was dead. The boy came up behind the blonde man with the sword
and the bald man with the goatee. The broken-necked boy shot a shard of solid
shadow through the bald man, killing him.
It must have caught the blonde man
as well because he fell to his knees. His blue eyes were wide and watery as he
stared at the boy. The boy knelt down and began to cannibalize the dead, bald
man. All around me, big hunks of stone crashed down and made the ground beneath
my feet shutter. This was true. This was real. I believe it was real. It was
going to happen one day in the far future and it was happening now.
The blonde man and the man with the
boils were enveloped in snaking shadows and there was a thing, a thing made of
dripping tar and obsidian. It was the vaguest form of a woman held up on all
four legs. She dragged the tattooed man away into the depths of the crumbling
building, pulling him away like a dog with a bit of road kill. This was the
worst thing. These were crusaders taking their worst blow, coming within a
hair’s breath of dying and having good blotted out forever. This was the
ascension of a blood god, a Death god.
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