Hawkeye: Bishop Takes King by Ashley Poston

Author:Ashley Poston [Poston, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marvel Press
Published: 2023-10-03T07:00:00+00:00

Transcript (cont’d)

[Katherine Elizabeth Bishop’s Statement Regarding the Events at the New York Public Library Stephen A. Schwarzman Building on August 2]

Recorded by Misty Knight

KNIGHT: [AUDIBLY CLEARS THROAT]

BISHOP: Fine, fine. Lucky didn’t let us do anything, anyway.

Very faintly, Kate noticed that something was growling.

No, wait—not something. Lucky?

The realization snapped her back to reality and she pulled away from Milo. “Oh gosh—oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” Her lips were slightly swollen, his taste still on her tongue. “Wow, I did not—Let’s forget that, okay?”

Milo was confused. “Forget about it? Why?”

“Because nothing happened,” she quickly interrupted, turning on her heels and escaping into the bathroom as quickly as she could. “Lucky, come on!”

The dog tore himself away from his death glare at Milo, trotted into the bathroom after her, and lay down on the rug while she showered. She wanted to kick herself, because she was becoming far more entangled than she wanted to be in this gnarled mess of an adventure. If she could even call it that.

More than an adventure . . . it had felt like . . .

She wiped the mirror of steam and froze at her own reflection. “A nightmare,” she muttered.

The bruise on her arm from yesterday was gone, replaced by eyes. Dozens upon dozens of eyes, crawling up her shooting arm, all the way up her shoulder to the side of her neck, across half of her torso. They blinked and stared at her, all the irises different colors and sizes, almost like they’d been painted on with a broad brush. And—worse—now that she saw all of them, she could feel them looking, shifting their gazes to her reflection, too.

A scream bubbled up in her throat, but she clamped her mouth shut and swallowed it back down.

You knew about this part, she told herself. First nightmares, then hallucinations.

If they were any indication of how much longer she had—not long. Maybe two days, by the way the eyes were spreading.

Still longer than the other people who died that Misty told me about, she thought, and began to wonder why that was. She wasn’t a mutant or super-powered herself, so why were the eyes taking longer to infect her? The other booksellers as well. Perhaps it was that she hadn’t slept all that much, so the hypnosis hadn’t had time to kill her yet. It was the only thing that made sense.

She rubbed her face tiredly.

But how much longer could she stay awake?

She could last up to three days, she knew, before her brain started shutting down on itself, entering brief periods of microsleep—and she was certain once that happened, it would only quicken the hypnosis even while she stayed awake. So she had . . .

She had half a day—maybe a whole one if she was lucky.

One last day.

After she cut off the shower and changed into some more clothes she’d found in the closet donation box, she peeked out of the bathroom to make sure that Milo was asleep on the couch, put her hair up in a towel, and tiredly made her way to the chair she’d fallen asleep in last night.

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