That Part Chapter 29: Deception

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ALEX

I stood up once Saga and myself had finished questioning Alan Wake. I had only lost my **** once or twice which was good. Though I’m sure later Saga would be riding my ass about it if things continued to go to ****.

Alan had lost a good bit of his memory after spending so much time in the Dark Place. So sometimes all he could tell us was scrambled and sounded insane. Not that it would sound normal if he had all of his memory intact.

The worst part of questioning the cult leader was that I had begun to believe that he was innocent. The monstrous image I had of him after 2013 was starting to crumble. My hatred of him had been one of the few things keeping me sane all this time. It gave me purpose.

But now that safety net was slowly unraveling.

This Dark Presence seemed worse than the Devil. Alan had suffered through enough, Jash would say even to these eyes, that he deserved some peace. He might deserve punishment but not from that…thing.

Before questioning Alan I had thought about bringing up Alice’s suicide. I had even thought about blaming him for his wife’s passing. But now I couldn’t bring myself to torment him like that. The whole reason he was in such a state was because he had rescued his wife from the torture he had endured.

Maybe his wife had committed suicide because she remembered and couldn’t handle the truth.

Could I handle that level of torture? Could I survive a place that was tailor made to **** with me?

****. I could barely survive myself most days.

As I walked over to Jash, I knew any pity I felt for Alan didn’t resolve anything for me. Maybe he was innocent but I couldn’t look past the fact that he had manipulated me my whole life. If not my whole life then at least starting with the Cult of the Word back in New York.

How could he do that while being innocent? Had he been the cult leader or was it someone else?

****! It was better when the answers were simple!

Once Saga left myself, Jash, and Alan to pursue other leads then I would talk with the writer. I would make sure that he answered every one of my questions.

“What do you think of him?” Jash asked as I put an arm around his waist.

“I’ve thought about Alan Wake for years.” I said. “The image I had of him. This cult leader. It’s not him. What do you think of him? After you talked to him, right before we questioned him, he seemed…different somehow.”

Jash had to be hiding something back as he took too long answering the question. I loved him but I hated being lied to more.

“You’re hiding something from me.” I said.

“I am and it’s wrong.” Jash admitted as I was taken aback by his honesty. “But we are working with forces none of us have encountered before. Even the bard struggles with this Dark Presence and he has been fighting it for over a decade.”

“And you think lying to us will keep us safe?”

“What if telling you leads to your demise? I only have one more chance in this reality. In other loops you could live and solve this. But if I tell you the truth and it ends up in disaster then-“

“You won’t be there with me.”

And what kind of life would that be? I had someone that made me not even care about my **** ex-wife anymore. Someone that saw something to love in me.

“What if I would be fine and you would be in danger? Would you still lie to me?” I asked.

“My life matters only if you continue to breathe, my love.” Jash replied.

Before I could blink, Jash had reverted back to his human woman body. The small amount of his transformation I could see made it seem like he had melted into another person. If he had never come to me in my dreams, this was the person I would have wanted to ****.

A brief look over his shoulders as he walked away was enough of a signal for me. We walked briskly to my room. Saga would be able to watch over Alan for an hour.

I opened the door and slammed it behind me.

We didn't waste any time in making love like animals. There was no time for thought as I took control.

“Are you calmer?” Jash asked once he was able to regain his breath after the love making had ended.

Someone else could have put their feelings into words. Someone else could say how one man was the only reason they weren’t breaking apart. Someone else could explain how ******* helped release all their stress so that they could finally relax.

But I was Alex Casey. I was me.

So I could only kiss him in reply.