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Salinger went into a fury. He exploded in light and sound that shook the room and everything in it and threw Tick hard to the floor. The figure nearly blotted out in the center of the maelstrom looked entirely inhuman.
“Write the music, Tick. Finish the record,” Salinger said, though the menacing figure looked and sounded nothing like him.
“Why? Why Should I?” Tick yelled up. He figured he was going to Hell anyway, why give this monster what he wanted? Would hell be any less hot for it?
“Because you HAVE to!” Salinger roared.
“Fuck you!” He yelled over the din.
“Because it’s your best work ever…,” Salinger changed his tone but still had no trouble being heard. “Would you have it be your last as well?”
What? “You can… Fix me? I might live?”
“You seem to think that I am the master of your destiny; I am not.”
Who is, damn it? Me? God? Who? The chaos subsided some and Salinger was recognizable in the center of it looking almost human again though, Tick noticed, he himself was not.
“You must know that your only hope is to finish.”
Can you hear my thoughts, you bastard? If so, Salinger gave no sign.
“Your fans would be disappointed otherwise.” Salinger gestured and the multitude of spiteful damned that live in the dark seethed and hissed their disapproval at the thought. Tick had begun to identify with the hopeless revenants.
“I know.”