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// Now whole 
// Story: Fluttervile 
// by Aiet 
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Chapter twenty seven:


“Now whole."

Monte made his way to the sky scrapper in the distance. He knew he had to go there. He knew the other mirror fragment was there. He sped home and loaded the mirror in the back seat. Now he sped down town but unfortunately there was a cop. Red and blue light flashed behind him in the mid day and he pulled over with a groan. The cop slowly walked up to his window as he rolled it down.
“now tell me. What were you thinking?” the cop leaned down and talked to Monte. He noticed some ketchup in his large bushy mustache. He knew he would never believe him so he had to lie.
“I'm sorry officer but I had an art gallery to get to. The piece in the back was due ten minutes ago.” the officer squinted at him and them looked in the back seat where the mirror was.
“stay here I'll be right back.” he turned and left getting back into his car. Monte sat there drumming his fingers on the steering wheel huffing. The officer came back with his gun drawn.
“Sir get out the vehicle now!” Monte was confused but he didn't want to get shot so he complied. He got out with his hands up and the officer rushed him, cuffing him.
“Your under arrest for murder.” this was a huge surprise for Monte, he couldn't even kill a fly that buzzed around his head, he didn't like killing. Monte was taken to the station and his car impounded. The officers were puzzled as they looked at the mirror, they never seen anything like it. Monte had to stay over night and finally in the morning he was led to an integration room by the chief him self.
“now I'm sorry this happened. It was a communication error. For some reason they mistaken you for Monte Rissell.” Monte was ferrous at them and started yelling.
“I was forced to sleep in a concrete cell over night because I was “mistaken” for a man that has been dead over one hundred years!” after some discussion he agreed to not sue and was released. He made it back to his car with the mirror replaced in the back. He quickly made his way back to the sky scrapper but stayed under the speed limit. It was under renovation and had been cleared of everyone. Unfortunately the electricity was cut off so he had to struggle under the size and weight of the mirror and climb flight after flight of stairs. Good thing it was early in the morning. He made it, covered in sweat and exhausted, he lost count of how many floors he made it up he just knew it was to much. When he was down below he saw that a window had been shattered near the top and he knew that was the floor he need to go to. He set the mirror down carefully and rested. He was getting to old for this he thought but soon all his hard work of the few short days would pay off. It was the after noon and the sun was high and hot. Since the air conditioners were off it was boiling in the building. Then he could smell it. It was horrible like something had died. He got off the ground and looked around, he saw the busted window. He looked along the path it would have traveled and gasped. He found the mirror piece but it was covered in blood. A man was impaled and stuck to the wall by it. By the look of his clothes he was a construction worker and by now someone was missing him. As he neared him the smell got worse and made him dizzy. Making sure not to touch the body he wiggled the mirror shard out of him. The guy fell down to the floor with a squishy pop that sickened Monte. He would deal with him later but for now he went to the larger mirror. As he approached the larger one floated into the air and the one in his hand softly moved from his grasp and slowly made it's way to the mirror. With a blinding light like before and the smell of blood being cooked Monte waited. In front of him the mirror, whole and complete, floated with a white light glowing around it. He slowly went to it and saw dolorem. He was complete and no blood was on the mirror. Still covered by the mist the rest behind him was gone. He slowly reached his hand out but then it pulsed. The pulse slightly pushed Monte and then... Dolorem was gone. All he saw was the strange town but then the mirror started to crumble. It landed in a pile of ash at his feet. It was gone. He thought that maybe he had gone mad and he left. At a pay phone he made an anonymous call to the plice about the dead men and went home. He sat in his living room with a bottle of scotch and his mind in chaos. He failed. He tried so hard to save that man. Or did he? His life her was one of hell. So did he set him free? Monte didn't know and he never would. He would spend the rest of his life wondering what happened. Just like the man who visited the grave of his past every year, he visited the building that was once the man's home before he disappeared. Monte wished that every day that he could have saved him. He just wanted to know what happened to him but he wouldn't. Monte failed. He would see his last day with another bottle of scotch and never wake up again, the end of his mortal life. He would find him self standing in a plane of mist and in the distance see...

“Sometimes there are no words. No witty quotes to neatly sum up what happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right and still feel like you failed. Did it need to end that way? Could something have been done to prevent the tragedy in the first place? Some times the day... just...
Ends.”