“Are those…” Paul starts to say in a trembling voice, getting down to my level and seeing exactly what I’m illuminating.
“So it seems,” I tell him, taking the two brown eyes from the ground.
“G-great, now you even t-touch t-them,” Paul starts mumbling behind me, making me roll my eyes.
I twirl them around and notice that they are too perfect. Too… Tamwine style.
“These are not real,” I say, hearing Paul strongly exhaling.
“Thank heavens!”
“Don’t pray yet. They are still from a body, but they were created in a lab,” I say, and I can hear him abstaining from vomiting.
I get up, putting the eyes in my shirt’s pocket. I take a few steps and stompon a couple of pieces of broken glass with a colourful liquid surrounding them.
“Ok, let’s get the fuck out of here,” Paul says, passing me by.
I hold myself back from telling him that this isn’t the worst thing he will see and follow him.
?
“Are you sure we are not going around in circles? It looks the same everywhere,” Paul whines.
I have to agree with him on this. Everything is built like a labyrinth. It’s extremely easy to get lost, especially since he instinctively took the first route when he had to choose between two options.
We now have to make the same choice.
“Damn it,” Paul says when his lantern goes off. “You don’t happen to have some spare batteries, do you?”
“Nope,” I say, choosing the first road and starting to walk faster to not lose the light we had left.
Maybe number one is lucky.
“What would we do when we find Bianca?”
His question stops me from walking, and I feel him bumping into me.
“Easy. I will torture her to find out what I want to get out of her, and then I will let you decide what you want to do with what remains of her.”
I illuminate his face, and he just looks at me like he saw a ghost, gulping.
“What do you mean by what remains of her?” he asks in a small and scared voice.
“You travelled in fluff, brother. Cathal should’ve applied to you the same treatment I had,” I say and turn around.
Paul doesn’t say anything and only follows me, even though I can feel his questions humming around his head.
I exhale with ease when I notice a pale light in front of us. I walk faster, not wanting to stay any longer in this wet tunnel. It’s the perfect environment for Lycos, and I don’t want to let him out this time.
You’re bad, Lucas. You don’t like to have fun at all.
We have different definitions of the word ‘fun’, as it seems.
The entertainment for him means eye gouging and blood everywhere. If possible, some heads on spikes with his teeth out and the tongue hanging out of it.
Yes, and for you is to play with some vile toys and have sex with Anmara. You should’ve let me taste her, too. I think she would’ve liked my ideas better than something so slow and boring like last night. I would’ve gripped that beautiful neck of hers…
“Shut the fuck up!” I scream out loud, my mistake, unable to stand the thoughts of my dark personality.
