UNDERGROUND-LUNA HEARS FEAR
The underground was dark, smelled of hash and unwashed denim, but welcomed Luna like a long lost prophet. Wrapped within the walls of its labyrinthine structure, Luna and The Seer were protected from harm, like embryos in an adoptive womb. Luna called out to Thomas; her voice carried across the ether, like radio waves, begging Thomas to reciprocate in the form of thought.
“I’ve got really bad vibes,” said The Seer.
“Prepare the patient.” Dr Heart vacated the room and two burly nurses with tattooed eyes and balls that bounced between their legs, like champion sprinters, grabbed Thomas’ arms and dragged him down the corridor into the treatment room. As he was chained to an operating table, Thomas’ thoughts sped and collided beyond their temporary home, in search of Luna’s superhuman ears.
“Let therapy commence.” Dr Heart entered the treatment room and waved off his…
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