“No…”
Victor whispered.
“No, that’s impossible.”
His legs felt weak.
He stared at the screen.
Victor Junior.
His son.
His dead son.
The child slowly turned around.
The entire room stared at him as if they’d seen a ghost.
Victor’s voice shook.
“Who are you?”
The boy looked at him quietly.
Then smiled.
“You really don’t remember me?”
Victor took a step back.
Eleven years earlier…
There had been an accident.
A car crash.
Rain.
Fire.
Police reports.
Closed casket.
No body ever shown.
Victor remembered signing papers through tears while doctors told him there was nothing left to identify.
He never questioned it.
He couldn’t.
The pain had nearly destroyed him.
The boy slowly pulled a chain from under his shirt.
Hanging from it was a small silver pendant.
Victor froze.
His hands began shaking violently.
He knew that pendant.
Because he had given it to his son on his seventh birthday.
Only three existed.
Victor had one.
His wife had one.
And his son…
had the third.
Tears filled Victor’s eyes.
“That’s impossible…” he whispered.
The boy stepped closer.
Then leaned toward him.
And quietly said:
“I didn’t die, Dad.”
Victor’s heart stopped.
Then the safe behind them suddenly groaned.
The Black Monarch door slowly began opening…
And from inside came a voice:
“Welcome to Phase Two.”
