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All fifty feet of him fleard under the i a car beneath his would not work He twisted his on, twisted, skewed, attached now only by skin and viscera

And liquid fire spilled fro out like a volcano

No! No! He couldn’t die like this He couldn’t die with the whole world thinkingbut his htsthe Dark WatchersNo

He felt the light of his mind flicker and fade

He forht

De-morph!

Francis Specter stood helpless, paralyzed by the sheer, sickening horror In ht, geometric shapes, but none of thatvisible in a way no human had ever seen She saw at once the outsides and the insides of the burning She watched fire eat its way into their muscle and tendons She saw the way steaans burst

Malik was beside her He stood frozen, watching

“Fire,” Malik said Like that one as everything He touched his arm He looked down at his uncanny flesh Then he looked at her and she saw his eyes and the pink ue within and the squeezing and releasing of his esophagus, and the vibration of his vocal cords

“Take me to him,” Malik said

“To who?” Francis cried, her rainbow eyes strea tears

“Him,” Malik said “He’s in there It’s why I asked about your clothing—you can move objects with you So move me, Francis Move me!”

Francis looked up at the gold tower Up and behind and around and through it There were lots of people still in there, some in the hotel rooms, many on the bottom floor She saw, too, that the fire was inside the lobby, spreading The reception desk was already s The art on the walls browned and curled

“Take my hand,” Malik said

She did