I looked down at the Trickshot Watch. There was nothing on it to indicate that Chaser was gone, but at the same time, I could sense that Chaser was truly, finally dead. The suit had eaten him, eaten every last bit of his consciousness. Chaser as I knew him no longer existed. The only indication that Chaser had ever existed was his corpse, which still sat on his throne, its broken neck lolling like a discarded doll. Chaser’s corpse was still very creepy, but relief washed over me when I realized that Chaser was finally dead.
“Whoa,” said Christina, who was lying on the floor, staring at the spot where Chaser’s hologram had been just seconds ago. “That was crazy.”
I had almost forgotten about Christina. I looked down at her and said, “Are you okay? Do you need any help up?”
Christina wave
