Double asshole! If he didn’t want Walter to fuck up the scene, then he shouldn’t have disappeared.
“Believe in me!” he bellowed at Bing. It also worked for the scene.
“I do, I do,” his costar soothed. “But we should go to a hotel for the night.”
“No,” he said, because inside, the thing that wasn’t supposed to be there squeezed his stomach tight. “No!” he repeated more forcefully, his gaze swiveling to where Auntie Sand smiled gleefully at him. What the hell? “Trust me!” he gurgled, and the sound was weird because he hadn’t said it. Sure, it had come from his mouth, but it was the alien inside him who inspired the words. “I can do it,” it said.
Walter believed it. Where he failed, the thing would compensate. Where he was unskilled, the thing would excel. And best of all, since he was in control, he could let it take over now, and then later, when it was time, he could kick the thing out. That was the plan, so he let go. He let the alien take over.
It feltwonderful.
Before, he’d been fighting the poking tendrils of alien energy, quietly imprisoning it by pure force of will. Now he let his resistance dissolve. He even shrugged in a kind of “how bad could it be?” surrender, only to discover it wasn’t bad at all. It was a warm internal breeze that washed away his doubts. He became flooded with a confidence that made him want to strut, and he shook his body as if moving it for the first time in centuries.
He knew it was the alien energy inside him, but he was still there. He could still think and move independent of it. Except, of course, he didn’t want to, because it felt so good.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” his costar hedged.
Walter said his line. He let it roll out if him with a boldness that had never once filled his soul before. “I defy even the gods to stop me tonight.” Then he laughed with true joy because he knew—deep down—that those very words would bring on a fight.
He was itching to let loose.
