INEFFABLE

Wreckless

POV- Unknown.

I woke up in a bed. I was still in my clothes and suit from before. There was black paint on the walls. I saw a few freshly painted murals on the wall. Each was of a man with long black hair that was slightly wavy. The same man. One had a purple suit, one had a throne, and the last one on the right side of the ceiling had a photo of him with a ripped canvas. That one seemed old. I was in the lair of the man himself.

Narcissus.

     His sheets were made of a purple silk-like fabric. The room was silent and it seemed as if the rooms outside this one were silent too. The room was dim. I eventually rose my head up, yet I felt more tired than usual. What could this be?

I had little memory of how I got here. Was there some change in Narcissus? I couldn't believe such theories just yet.

I eventually began to leave the bed and realized that my clothes were damp. It had rained again.

I got my footing and walked towards the doorway. The rooms were all silent. I walked out of the room only to see him passed out on the couch. He had a drink in his hand and an exhausted expression on his face. His eyes were closed and his hair was messed up.

I looked around only for him to mumble some words.

"Who's there?" He mumbled and blinked his eyes open.

I turned around and looked at him.

"You saved me last night," I replied. "You're Narcissus right?"

"Correct. You didn't have to ask that. It's obvious," He scoffed and threw the bottle to the ground.

It didn't break, but it spilled.

"Clean that up," I folded my arms.

"Later," he walked past me.

      "So caring aren't you?" I said in a sarcastic manner.

     "Not at all. Quite the opposite actually," he downed a few unknown drinks.

      "I was being sarcastic," I huffed.

      "Oh I know. I just don't care," he smiled in a smug way.

      "How are you still alive?" I was genuinely shocked. "You're incredibly rude."

     "I don't care, and my ability to be alive is none of your concern," He replied without a care in the world.

      "Oh really? If you didn't care, then why'd you save me?" I asked the real question.

      "You did it first. I was just repaying your favor," he looked through some storage compartments. "Oh and without money bribes either."

      "Real surprising," I glared at him.

       "What a good man I am," he laughed a little.

      "I wouldn't say that," I objected.

      "Yes you would," he said as he sat down at the counter across from me.

       "Liar," I threw a glass at him.

       "Thanks," he said as he caught it.

      "Someone really ought to end your life y'know?" I rolled my eyes.

     "That won't happen," he ignored my insults.

      "Liar again," I yelled at him. "You're wreckless!"

     "Not quite the word I'm looking for. Let's go with heroic? Yes heroic," He answered his own question.

     "Unbelievable," destroying the ego of his was going to be harder than I thought.