{"id":1964,"date":"2019-03-20T11:17:44","date_gmt":"2019-03-20T15:17:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bsuenglish.com\/dlr\/?p=1964"},"modified":"2019-03-20T11:17:44","modified_gmt":"2019-03-20T15:17:44","slug":"fate-inc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bsu.edu\/dlr\/2019\/03\/20\/fate-inc\/","title":{"rendered":"Fate Inc."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>By: Allison Akers<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDo you really have to babysit me?\u201d Ben slammed the door to his fluorescent orange sports car, watching as Lark slicked back his hair in the sun visor mirror. He had hoped the location alone would get Lark off his back. A dingy place called \u201cSam\u2019s Diner\u201d in the middle of nowhere-Oregon was beneath the corporate offices and yachts Lark was used to, not to mention they\u2019d driven two and a half hours to meet Ben\u2019s client. Under normal circumstances, he supposed it would be enough to send Lark packing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No such luck today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI wouldn\u2019t have to, if Their Majesties could trust you,\u201d Lark said, finally stepping out and cracking his back. A silver briefcase swung by his side. \u201cYou haven\u2019t had a successful deal in months.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSo? I\u2019ve been in a funk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lark narrowed his eyes. He slammed the passenger side door, wrinkled his nose at Ben\u2019s car, and led them inside the diner. A bell jingled overhead as they walked in, alerting a waitress nearby. She scurried over to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHow may I\u2026\u201d The waitress fumbled, seeing the silver briefcase and its infinity symbol. Lark\u2019s grip tightened on the case and jerked his head to one side. The waitress hurried off.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At a table towards the back of the diner, Ben noticed a stout, middle-aged woman staring at them: his client. Before Ben could take his eyes away, suggest maybe she\u2019d cancelled their appointment, Lark noticed her and elbowed Ben, who gritted his teeth. They walked to the woman\u2019s table and slid into the booth across from the her with Lark boxing in Ben. The cushion underneath them crumpled like rotten Styrofoam.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMrs. Caroline Collins?\u201d Lark asked, cracking a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThat\u2019s me,\u201d she said. Caroline\u2019s eyes flitted between the two of them, like she was watching a game of ping-pong. She pulled a mug of coffee closer. Ben noticed her right hand had a grayish tint. \u201cI didn\u2019t know there would be two of you. Or\u2014is he human?\u201d She nodded at Ben.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben took that question with a bit of pride. He\u2019d worked hard to make his human disguise approachable. He certainly didn\u2019t look like a lawyer with a stick up his ass like Lark. He tried to go with an average, college-guy approach; it helped keep attention off him and protected the people around him. One look at his or Lark\u2019s true forms would send any mortal into cardiac arrest, and while Lark would find that funny, Ben wouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lark put his arm around Ben, clapping his shoulder and chuckling, \u201cNo, Ben\u2019s all Fate. Served under The Royal Three with me before Ancient Greece, if you can believe it. I decided to tag along and keep him company. I\u2019ll let him take over from here.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben felt needle points pressing into his skin from Lark\u2019s nails. He forced a smile and shook Caroline\u2019s hand. \u201cBenjamin Porter, Fate Incorporated. Bending time and space since 2002 for your wildest dreams to come true. What can I help you with today, Mrs. Collins?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Caroline raised her coffee mug to her lips. It clattered on the table as she set it down. \u201cMy son\u2014he was hit by a car a week ago\u2014\u201d Tears welled in her eyes and she wiped them on her jacket\u2019s sleeve. Lark expertly took a packet of tissues from his pocket and offered one to her. Ben tried to ignore the way his coworker\u2019s eyes glittered and how the corners of his mouth twitched. Caroline didn\u2019t notice and continued, \u201cHe\u2019s been comatose since. Is there anything you can do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWell, yes,\u201d Ben started, \u201cBut he might recover on his own.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u201cMight<\/em>  being the key word,\u201d Lark said. He shared a look with Ben, one that said Ben better keep his thoughts to himself and stick with the script. Fate Inc. wasn\u2019t a charity. The Royal Three and their subjects had a job to do, an order to keep each time humans asked them to tinker with time. Fates selected favorable individuals in their good graces, who made the most persuasive appeals\u2014so they said. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a look at her threads?\u201d Lark set the briefcase on the table and clicked open the locks. He slid it over to Ben, who suppressed a sigh and opened it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Inside was a mirror-like surface with strands of white, glowing tendrils writhing across it. The other diner patrons noticed the radiating light of the suitcase and stared at Ben like he had a million-dollar check. It was a desperation and hunger he\u2019d seen around the world, wherever he or other Fates went. It broke his heart. Still, he wasn\u2019t about to let Lark know that, so he kept his face expressionless. The human-like covering for his eyes sizzled off to reveal fiery, silver stars, and matching claws pushed through the tips of his fingers. Ben delicately lifted one of the white strands from the mirror. Lark and Caroline studied it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWell, what do you see?\u201d Lark asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben shook his head. He wished he was lying. \u201cYour son won\u2019t make it, Mrs. Collins. Not in the current timeline.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cBut you can fix it,\u201d Caroline pressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cFor a price.\u201d Lark peered over his nose at Caroline\u2019s stiff, gray hand before taking it in his own. \u201cHm. This is unnatural paralysis. You\u2019ve been a client with us before?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Caroline nodded, although she kept her gaze fixed on the table. \u201cTo keep my marriage together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cFancy that. This looks like Lux\u2019s work. Don\u2019t you think, Ben?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben nodded.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lark turned over Caroline\u2019s hand a few times. He patted it. \u201cI\u2019m afraid a life is going to cost more than a bad marriage, Mrs. Collins. Let\u2019s say\u2014to restore your son\u2019s health with no side effects\u2014terminal cancer for yourself?\u201d Caroline gasped and Ben glanced at Lark. The pupils of Lark\u2019s eyes rippled silver. \u201cWhat do you think, Ben? Fair trade?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Caroline turned her attention to Ben. She had clasped her good hand on top of her bad one, as if praying for a second opinion. If Lark wasn\u2019t here, Ben would have given her a stubbed toe or even a free pass in exchange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But both their necks were on the line. And Ben wasn\u2019t about to lose his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lark continued, \u201cI\u2019m sorry it has to be this way, Mrs. Collins. Do we still have a deal?\u201d Caroline, tears streaming down her face, nodded. \u201cGet to it, Ben.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben gathered the strands of time between his claws, snipping and rewiring them. Each strand offered glimpses of strangers, births, deaths\u2014all affected by saving Caroline\u2019s son. Ben tried not to think about it. The problems he caused others by reworking the timeline just meant more work for Fates. More lives to toy with. To destroy.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben took the cancer thread, hesitating for a moment before he fused it to another. He hoped Lark wouldn\u2019t check the threads. He did give Caroline cancer, but not until she was ninety. They\u2019d never specified a time frame. Ben couldn\u2019t be faulted for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When he was done, Ben retracted his claws and his eyes changed back to their human appearance. He and Lark gave some last, consoling words to Caroline and exited the diner after Lark had passed out his business card to curious patrons. Ben had already tossed the briefcase in the backseat when Lark stepped out of the diner, letting the screen door clatter behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI see why you like the little cases, Ben. Not quite as thrilling as toppling governments and rigging elections\u2014\u201d Lark grinned, letting Ben see the rows of his razor-like teeth. \u201c\u2014but certainly more personal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThey\u2019re so&nbsp;<em>gullible<\/em>.\u201d Lark leaned over and rested his arms on the hood of Ben\u2019s car. \u201cIt\u2019s like slow-boiling frogs. They don\u2019t know they\u2019re dead until it\u2019s too late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben clenched the car door handle, his claws scratching the paint. He flinched and retracted them quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lark locked eyes with him. \u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cLark\u2014\u201d Ben started. His throat closed and he looked towards the diner, to Caroline crying inside, and then to the forest behind him. He wondered if he could run for it. Or teleport. Be anywhere except here and on this miserable planet doing this miserable job. He stepped back from the car and Lark raised himself slightly. They gazed at each other. Lark shook his head almost imperceptibly.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No matter that wide, worried look in Lark\u2019s eyes, he\u2019d catch Ben if he ran. Kill him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben put his head in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIf we keep this up, there won\u2019t be so many of them in a few years,\u201d Lark tried. He lowered his voice, \u201cWe\u2019ll be able to take off our disguises. Live on Earth peacefully. Alone. You\u2019ll like that, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ben didn\u2019t reply. He smiled and hoped that was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Seemingly satisfied, Lark drummed his hands twice on the car roof and smiled back. \u201cLet\u2019s get to the next one. At least when I\u2019m\u00a0<em>in<\/em> your car I don\u2019t have to look at its obnoxious color.\u201d He hopped into the passenger\u2019s seat and Ben climbed in the driver\u2019s side.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They sped off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By: Allison Akers \u201cDo you really have to babysit me?\u201d Ben slammed the door to his fluorescent orange sports car, watching as Lark slicked back his hair in the sun visor mirror. He had hoped the location alone would get Lark off his back. 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