Dear readers,
I want to thank you for your supporting comments.
I know, in general we should give a damn f*ck about the opinion of other people about the things we love to do, but nonetheless, it's really nice to know that I can reach some people and drag them with me into the rabbit hole.
It's my dream to touch people's hearts with my stories after all.
Love, D-I-A-G
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Kitty's Perspective
Maybe, swallowing the whole glass in one go was not the smartest idea ever. But I had the strong impulse to numb the sickening gut feeling that Sylus had lied right into my face as I asked him about Dr. Zayne. Something deep down tells me that Sylus is hiding something I can't quite place my finger on. But that is not possible, right? My mind must be playing tricks on me. It's Sylus, after all. Nonetheless, I can't bring myself to look into his eyes again.
I should just change the subject. "What happened to us after I smashed this w-wanderer?" The intense memory of the slaughter inside of the arena hits my mind like a freight train. It's as if I am right back in the arena, my nose can even recall the disgusting reek of rotten flesh, blood and vomit. In my ears are ringing the terrified screams of the poor guards, abruptly replaced by the slicing noise as the crystal claw cuts them into pieces like sausages. The noise is mixed with the crystalline clinking and the wet smacking caused by the wanderer's movements, as it pursues us mercilessly. My stomach turns upside down as I recall the overwhelming sensation, as my powers popped that wanderer like a ballon.
Ok, maybe, I am not ready to talk about that part of our past, yet. I do not hesitate to grab Sylus's drink and quickly finish it before he has a chance to interfere. "Would you stop that?" His irritated voice makes it pretty clear, that he does not approve of my consumption of alcohol.
It's too late. I can already feel how the alcohol burns down my throat, warming my stomach from the inside. Whatever that stuff was, I already feel its effect on me. The sickening feeling of nausea caused by the memory slowly fades. Instead, a relaxing warmth spreads through my whole body. My head starts to feel light und dizzy. It's nice that the worries on my mind and sadness in my heart dissolve gradually into a splendid fog of indifference.
Hell, I need more of that stuff right now. But I am sure that Sylus will not be pleased by it. "I am going to the toilet." I excuse myself. I am still unable to look into his eyes. Did he really lie to me? Why would he do that? That can't be, right? He would never lie to me. But I can't shake off the doubt that covers my heart like a dark shadow.
Suddenly, Sylus firmly grabs my wrist. "I am coming with you." His voice is a demanding growl. Damn, he is not my babysitter, and I can handle a little alcohol. I snatch my hand free from his grip and snarl at him. "No. I can go fine by myself." I do not know exactly what suddenly causes my unreasonable anger at him, but I feel the need to put some distance between us.
As I walk towards the toilets, I can feel his intense gaze burning into my back, but I do not stop or turn around. I can imagine the look he gives me, anyway, narrowing his scarlet eyes in annoyance and anger because I do not obedient this time. The soft blanket slides from my shoulders as I move, but I do not really care enough to be bothered by it.
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