INEFFABLE

Slumber

POV- Narcissus

I was extremely exhausted. I didn't want to get up out of my slumber or do anything. The past couple of weeks drained it out of me. I remember showering and getting the filfth off of me. My hair was still damp and rested on my bed.

I got up with multiple groans and managed to pull myself to the mirror in my bathroom. I looked like a god awful mess. My eyes were groggy, my hair was practically everywhere, and my baggy pants had rips in them from the trip back to my tower. If I looked out the window, I wouldn't see much. Most everyone was staying inside until I made further announcements. I eventually sat down on my bed again nand rested my arms on my legs and looked out.

Absolutely nothing was out there, but I didn't care much either. I obviously know it. I know deep down I don't really have issues. I didn't care about all those deaths on my hands. I just didn't. I changed out of my baggy bottoms and threw them to the side of my room. I combed through my hair and gelled it slightly to keep it tidy, and threw on a comfortable pair of futuristic bottoms.

      I walked out into the bar to take a seat. I opened a jar of old scrap proteins and minerals and poured the juices into a glass to take a drink. It tasted extremely awful, but the taste was enough to keep my heartless self going throughout the next couple of days. I pushed a few buttons on the counter and it began to play some calming tunes. I grabbed my drink and began to walk towards the comfortable couches. I sat down and sank back into the comfort of them. I sighed and began to sip the awful, foul, bitter, and disgusting juice. I couldn't feel it that much however. My heart still secretly desired the proteins even though the taste was awful. What a weird sensation it was.

      I looked out at the quiet city in which I presided over. Nothing had happened in the few days that I had been home. The music continued to play in the background. Eventually I fully immersed myself into it and calmed myself down from the trauma I put myself through in the past few days. It was nice to finally rest after almost a week of brutal torture physically and mentally. My body was used to it by now, so I still handled it fine per usual.

It was currently nighttime now. I was watching the dead city from my window with the feral drink in my hand. I could've sworn I heard a noise when I felt a pain in my back.

A knife.

     I felt the blood rushing down my back. I remained calm and began to turn around slowly to see a shorter figure with a scarf around his face. He was recognized by me almost immediately.

      "Clico... You have turned against me I see," I stayed psychotically calm.

      "Yes. You turned yourself into a ruthless bastard," He spat at my feet.

      "So?" I raised a brow at him.

      "So, It means you don't deserve to keep that life of yours that you've been draining and manipulating out of people for decades," He paused. "It's now going to cost you your life Narcissus."

     "Incorrect," I responded to him. "YOU are the one that is going to die today."

      I grabbed the knife out of my back and threw it right by his head on purpose. He shook his hands at me in fear and backed away, but it was too late. He turned against me.

      "WAIT. Wait," he said as he rushed to the door.

     "No time to explain. You are done for," I said in a fit of rage as I marched my way towards him.

     "but I can get your ne-" I interrupted him.

      "I don't care about the necklace. You are fired from that job and have been for awhile. I can always find someone else to do my dirty work," I said in an angered tone as I nailed him to the head with my fist.

      "You fucking psychopath," Clico hissed as he tried squirming against my weight.

     "Thank you," I said as I slammed his head into the wall again.

     He couldn't say much more. I could hear parts of his head crack as he got smushed more and more into the wall. I don't like betrayers and I won't stand for it no matter the excuses. I kneed his body to the ground with great force. He was knocked out by now. I slammed his head once more into the floor this time for good fun.

      I grabbed one of my old weapons from the closet only to come back to find him trying to crawl away. I pulled out an old gun of mine and didn't hesitate to shoot the man in the head. A young but foolish thief he was. He deserved that ending. I was probably going to fire him sooner or later due to his lack of responses to my tries for communication.

     I dragged his body to the balcony with the door already open. I drained the life that was left of him to heal myself. That was a little part of my power. The rest of it drained out and I heaved him to the balcony fence. Since I saw no life left from him, I threw him off. Never to be seen again. I was going to keep my guard up from now on. I couldn't have that nonsense happening to me again. He almost made me feel like a bad person.

      Once he was dropped, I coughed a bit of blood onto the metal. It was gloomy out now with the rains starting to come in. In the city of the cosmos, nobody cared about murder or whether or not someone lived. They knew if you messed around and died, you deserved it. Which is why I am feared by many. I began to cough up more fluids, including the protein I had to drink earlier which was understandable at best.

      Instead of actually solving the problem, I decided I would head back to my room for a nap. One assassination attempt was enough for me today. I locked the doors and began to walk towards my bedroom. I would clean up the blood off of my floors tomorrow, or I would simply have someone do it for me. I was too tired currently.

     Instead of leaving the apartment for awhile, which today taught me not to do. It was time I do one last thing for today.

      Slumber.