I smile. "Alright. I have several questions, and since we're already on our way, I'm not wasting any time by asking them." I point to him, my eyes narrowed. "First, how did you get here? And how did you know where to find me?"

"It's a long story, and I just…knew. I don't know how, I just did." He shrugs, a chill going through him. "Brr.."

"Alright, fine. Then what's going on that's so terrible that you need to bring me into it?"

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He leads me to an alley and we stop dead. "Because you created the problem and now only you can stop it." He states flatly, glaring at me with a serious tone to his seedy, sexy voice. His answer only leaves me more confused. "We'll worry about it when we get there. Open the book and stare at your favorite drawing, trust me." I comply without a word. He takes out this funny-looking rod of some sort. It looks like it's made of brass, stick-on rhinestones and shards of broken, multi-colored plastic glued to its shaft. He sets it on the ground so it stands upright and steps away from it.

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"What is that thing?"

"This is going to get us there." He puts a hand on my shoulder and motions towards the book. "Keep staring. Don't stop." He takes out two dice, a pair of small knuckle bones and a cracker jack from his pocket and shakes them up in his hand. I see this from the corner of my eye, and I try my best not to look away from the book. This was all too weird. While he's shaking this in a fist, he hums some nursery rhyme that I haven't heard in years. I don't even remember the name of it anymore.

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I concentrate on what's before me. It was an all time favorite picture of mine. It was Osiris and another character, Russell making love with Russell's hands handcuffed to the bed frame. Russell was a petite, feminine young black-winged angel with long black hair, dark, bedroom eyes and almost sickeningly pale skin. I love this picture and often find myself just staring at it for hours. I suddenly feel lightheaded, like I'm floating. I don't look up from the book. It's almost as if I couldn't if I wanted to. I feel each darkened in line of the drawing consume me, as if I were a part of them. I was looking beyond what the lines connected into, I wasn't seeing the big picture anymore, I was just inspecting and connecting spiritually with each individual line.

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"Jasper??" I hear a pained cry come from nowhere. "Jasper Collins? Is that really you??" I'm snapped out of my trance and I realize I'm in a small apartment with very little furniture. I'm facing the back of a long, crème colored couch and there's a thin dark figure laying listlessly on it. Random blood stains and scattered black feathers soil the fabric.

"Russell! Are you alright? I got him, he's here!" Osiris runs to Russell's side in concern. He motions for me to follow him. When I reach the front side of the couch, I grip my chest in despair.

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"Oh, it really is you!" The dark-haired beauty lies there, bleeding, broken and crippled. His wings had been mercilessly ripped out by someone with significant strength. His long, slender legs had been battered and bruised and there were cuts and gashes all over his neck, upper torso and arms. He was wrapped up in blankets and a rough patchwork job was done with band-aids and gauze.

"R-Russell?" I stammer, dropping the book. "Russell Gelling?"

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"Oh, Jasper, come to me!" His long, slender arms reach out for my embrace dramatically. Russell was infamous for his endless melodrama. "I need to feel how real you are!"

"Hey, I'm right here." I rush over to hug him, stroking his blood-soaked raven hair. He sits up to better accommodate me and I claim a small sliver of cushion to sit down, my arms still snug around him. "Where is this? Where did Osiris take me?"

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"Take a look outside, hon. You should know this place well enough, you did create it." He manages a weak smile.

"Create it? What are you talking about?"

Osiris chimes in, walking up to us. "This is your dream world, kid. You created this realm for us to live in, and now it's being destroyed by that new asshole you dropped in here with us."

I turn to glare at him, still holding Russell tightly. "New asshole…Davis??" At the mention of his name, Russell bursts into tears.

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"You got it." Osiris states without smiling.

"But he's a good guy!" I frown, wide-eyed.

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"Pssshhht, yeah right." Osiris laughs sarcastically and Russell shakes his head. "Ever since that jerkoff set foot here he's been nothing but trouble. And now, he has some hostages that happen to be friends of mine that he's going to kill, unless we give him what he wants."

"And what does he want?"

His smile suddenly turns genuine. "Why, YOU, of course."

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Russell rubs my back as I look through my sketches and notes of Davis Frisco. I nod absently and the doorbell rings. It almost makes me jump right out of my skin. Osiris creeps up to the door to see who it is.

"Who goes there?" he furrows his brows, looking out the peephole.

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"Let me in." A strong female voice grunts impatiently from behind the door.

"What's the password?" He smiles jokingly, putting his hand on the doorknob.

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"Don't make me hurt you, Osiris." He laughs and opens the door for her. I'd recognize that built Greek Goddess form anywhere. It was Artemis Philotopolis, my radical feminist. Along side of her stood Alejandro, her smaller and craftier counterpart. She takes one look at me and frowns, almost looking disappointed. She then scans the room with her deep green eyes. "So where is he? Did you find him?"

"He's standing right in front of you, Artemis." Osiris motions towards me.

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"Ha! That's Jasper Collins?" She walks up to me, looking down at me. I look back up at her, my hands on my hips. "I expected him to be…bigger."

Alejandro walks up to me as well, him being a full two inches shorter than I. "He ain't that small, ma. He be taller than I is." His voice thick with a Hispanic accent.

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I interrupt them both, my tone must be harsh because they both shut up and quick. "Height is irrelevant here. If you want me to help, I need to know exactly what's going on, and I need to know it yesterday."

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Alejandro is the first to speak. "Yo, that fucker, Frisco? He be holdin' at least eight hostages at gunpoint up in the Johanes Courthouse bell tower. One of the hostages is a little kid."

"And one of them is my Anubis!" Osiris shouts out angrily, both fists clenched.