Godlessmonkey will be away from the computer for a month on a much needed holiday. While I’m gone I’m rerunning some of my multi-part stories for the benefit of those who might not have read them the first time around or would like to read them again. I’ll be back with new stories from October 16th. Thank you all for your support.
Ivan sat forward, all ears. “How?”
The gypsy looked thoughtful for a moment. “I did as he said. He was holding a gun, after all. I cannot undo a spell once it has been cast, but I can make new ones. I made it so you could not undo him.” She allowed a smile to play at the corners of her mouth. “But you still have your power too, you see?”
Ivan thought for a moment. “No, I don’t. What are you getting at?”
“He forgot something important when he made me make himself immune to your creating. He was with his girlfriend.” She studied his face and grinned when the light came on.
“Of course! I still have power over her!” Ivan could hardly contain himself.
The gypsy was adamant. “Do what you must do to stop this horrible man.”
When she was gone Ivan sat down at his desk and thought carefully. He had to get this right. What was it Randall had said? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Right, but Randall would most certainly look for a way to stop what he didn’t want to happen. The question was, had he realized his oversight by now? He hadn’t gone back and tried to make the gypsy stop anything more from happening. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t realized the possibility. If he had, then he would be expecting it, and he would be ready.
Feeling himself freezing up inside with fear, Ivan forced himself to empty his mind and calm down enough to write. He picked up his pen and began, letting the words flow, a plan forming as he went, as it always did when he most needed it. He willed himself to trust in the process and wrote well into the night. When at last he put down the pen one last time he did a quick edit and then smiled in satisfaction at his newest creation. It would work. It had to work. After all, it was he who had created Randall, so only he could outwit him.
He tried not to think about what the morning might bring. One more glass of wine and a bit of unwinding and he called it a night a got ready for bed. He had to trust that his scheme would work. There was no other way to go. As he drifted off to sleep he felt a sense of peace overtake him and he settled into a deep dreamless state.
Part 8 tomorrow.