Excerpt: Creep

"We're so fucked." Oliver looks like the prisoner who is ready to die. His head drops back down, and as it does he dries up and blows away in what looks like flakes of blood. Nova grasps at the flakes. As they clear the air he opens his palm and what he felt he caught of Oliver dries up and is completely gone. Nova gazes at his palm as if the blood of his own heart had just blown away. Over his right shoulder he hears the blue-haired boys voice say, "He's right, you know."