Unfortunately.
Dimitri shrugs, “Nothing but hunches and observations for now.”
I don’t know Dimitri very well, but I get the feeling that pushing him for answers won’t get me anywhere, and we will just end up wasting time.
So instead, I suggest, “Show him your other side a few more times, and then I’ll implant it into his mind along with a nightmare that makes him feel the pain of his fingers being taken tenfold.”
Dimitri’s smile is sharp, “Simple but effective. Give me a moment.” He crouches down next to the quivering gargoyle who hasn’t even tried to shift, and picks him up as if he weighs nothing.
The guy's eyes are wide with fear as Dimitri pins him to the wall, pictures falling to the floor and smashing, the glass scattering everywhere.
My attention becomes fixated on the glass as Joe's screams of terror echo around us.
The longer that I stare at the broken pictures, the more confusion I feel, and I wonder if I’m picking something up off Dimitri even though I’m not looking at him.
“Baz,” Dimitri says, and when I glance up at him, I realize that it’s not the first time that he’s called my name. He smiles, “Your turn.”
I shake off the confusion and grin, allowing my fangs to descend to their full capacity, and my eyes shift.
Dimitri has left him shaking on the floor, but Joe’s eyes are now glued to me.
I crouch down and smile, “Now Joe, we’re going to take a little trip, and you’re going to remember every excruciating second of it.”
He screams as I growl and launch myself into his mind. Picking it apart and adding a stronger fear and pain response to certain things.
It doesn’t take me long to do what I need to do, and when I pull back, Joe slumps to the floor unconscious.
Dimitri claps, “Impressive.”
“You too,” I reply as we turn and head out the way that we came. “I didn’t break him quite as much as I wanted to, but he will get flashbacks of fear and pain at really inconvenient moments. Especially when he’s naked.”
“Good,” Dimitri replies, as we head back through the darkened and silent streets.
“It was so much fucking easier when you could just take their heads,” I mutter.
“I imagine that it must’ve been, although the sensibilities of the Earth Realm have never really stopped me from punishing those that took liberties that they shouldn’t,” he grins at me as he pulls out two cigars and offers me one, lighting them both, I take a drag as he continues, “You just have to get creative with it, and something tells me that you are more than capable of that.”
I smirk, “Admittedly, sometimes it’s more fun to play.”
“Exactly, my friend,” he replies.
We walk back to the cabin in companionable silence, and I make a vow to talk to the others about how we can get him out of the prison and with us, where he belongs.
I know what he did, and I know why he did it, and it doesn’t sit right with me that we’re separated.
I think that our team, our family, needs to be complete, that’s when we’re the strongest, and I think we’re going to need to be at our strongest for what’s coming our way.
Neith
Islept like shit.
I can’t really say why my sleep was shit. I know I had dreams, and I know that they weren’t nice ones. So I’m assuming that’s why I still feel tired this morning and why I needed two extra cups of coffee to wake up properly.
To be honest, I’m just glad that I don’t fucking remember them.
Something tells me that they were memories that the asshole Joe managed to bring up by being pushy. I honestly thought that I had gotten away with it not triggering anything when I didn’t immediately have the memory crash over me, but I guess it was just waiting for me to go to sleep.
Lucky me.
