“We’re just here to talk! Why can’t you calm down long enough to listen!”

“I warned you!” said the Ripper, and he reached in through Nick’s chest, gripped his grubby hands around Nick’s memory of a heart, and tugged.

To the amazement of them both, the Ripper did not get Nick’s heart at all. Instead his hand came out covered in chocolate.

It surprised Nick as much as the Ripper, but he tried not to show it.

The Ripper stared at his hand, then at Nick, and for the first time the cranky Confederate Afterlight was truly frightened. “What … are you … ?”

And although Nick never, ever used the words himself, seeing the Ripper’s cocoa-coated hand brought home a growing reality he could no longer deny.

“I am the Chocolate Ogre,” Nick said. “And you’ve made me very … VERY … MAD!”

The look of terror on the Ripper’s face was the most satisfying thing Nick had seen for a very long time. The Ripper’s eyes were locked by Nick’s angry gaze, and all the fight drained out of him. There was something about the Ripper’s eyes—something about his face that wasn’t quite right. Nick wasn’t sure what it was, so he filed it away in his mind.

“What are you going to do to me?” the Ripper asked.

“Nothing. If you let my friend go.”

Despite his fear of the Chocolate Ogre, the Ripper hesitated … but he did quickly glance to a particular green button on the console—a button covered by a clear plastic flap to prevent it from being pressed accidentally.

This, Nick knew, was a “tell.” The Ripper’s eyes had just given away exactly which button to push that would free Johnnie-O. All Nick had to do was press it. Nick reached up and flipped open the clear plastic cover.

“No! Don’t!”

Nick savored the look of terrified helplessness on the Ripper’s face for a moment. Then he pressed the green button.

Upon taking up residence in the shuttle many years ago, the Afterlight known as Zach the Ripper had gotten rid of the craft’s original payload—a bunch of satellites and experiments that weren’t doing anyone in Everlost any good. Besides, the massive cargo hold was the perfect place for the Ripper to store Everlost’s finest weapon collection.

The Ripper had weapons and artillery of all kinds. Having developed an intimate knowledge of every military base within a hundred miles, the Ripper knew exactly where to find the best arms, and was highly skilled at ripping items—even heavy, awkward ones—from the living world, and into Everlost.