The Flyght Series

Ken’s apartment is peaceful this morning. Birds chirp outside his window, and the bedroom is warm with sunlight.

I never thought I’d be entering the Athens Industries building again. Maybe I expected to be dragged in by my hair kicking and screaming.

Get up, Vivian. Get. Up. I sigh as I sink further into Ken’s bed and pull the covers straight up to my chin.

Hot water sluices over my skin, forming branching rivers that diverge and meander down my body to the stone floor of Ken’s shower. I could stay here forever, just me and an unending supply of clean, piping hot water.

I hate hospitals. Yet, I always seem to end up in them when I least expect it.

“Freeze. Raise your hands and get on your knees!” I scream and jump, my hands shooting into the air.

I resurface to consciousness with a gasp. The sound of footsteps pound away from the room, and Gus’s groans knock me into battle mode.

“Level One?” Ken asks, throwing a look at me. He’s pulling on his pants as I try to release myself from the tangle of sheets.