Chapter 15 – The Pact
His mouth became intensely dry as he and the Duck made sharp eye contact, "you… are a duck!?" Fakir's eye twitched in seething anger, "What the hell! But how did you-"
A sudden moment of realisation sunk Fakirs lungs into his chest and his face dyed itself a vibrant hue of red. He slammed his hand over his mouth and backed slowly into his bedroom; feet squelching into the now soaking carpet.
His knee caps quivered, "that night… she…"
Fakir ran as fast and as far as he possibly could; the snow seeping into his leather boots and flicking up the back of his jeans. His tweed coat and scarf flew in the sharp wind. This can't happen! Tears streamed down his freezing skin.
Suddenly he tripped over something and tumbled into the snow. He looked up to see something bright yellow lodged in the snow struggling. A small head popped up and he saw it was a duck; its feet were turning purple and it was too cold to move. He crawled over and picked it up out of the snow.
What is fakir doing in the snow? Why is he crying? She sensed his sadness," Quack?" she said sadly Fakir?
"Do you cry for me little duck?" he held the duck delicately in his warm hands and began crying again. Fakir held Duck close to his warm chest, "I've tried so hard to procrastinate Mytho's fate. I don't know what to do…"
Fakir slammed the door with his back, now sliding down the door and he plonked himself upon the drenched carpet and he just stared at his feet in horror. ^She…saw me… cry. SHE SAW ME CRY!? OH CHRIST! OF ALL THE POSSIBLE THINGS SHE COULD HAVE SEEN ME DOING SHE SAW ME CRYING!?^
Pounding startled Fakir, "Hey Fakir! Open the door! I swear I'll explain what's going on if you open the door!" Fakir shivered as she spoke ^I will not open this god damn door… I have to get out of here^
Slowly Fakir rose up from the ground as not to make a noise. He leant forward and lifted himself off the ground and stealthy he crept for the door.
As he reached for the door he remembered he forgot his jacket which lay on the tea table; which was closer to the door. He hesitantly reached for the jacket and he could feel its fibres itching his fingertips.
Duck burst out of the door swiftly draping a towel around her; now human, body and tripped over her own feet. Fakir's head turned to Duck as she came torpedoing towards him at such a grand velocity they collided with great force and landed on the floor.
Fakir was stunned that she was a human again, and Duck was stunned at the thinness of his shirt; either that or the density of his muscular build.
Tumbling heavily onto the floor Fakir slid backwards, back burning against the carpet due to the friction and then also with his head colliding with his bed end.
Both shared a hot, bright crimson hue as Duck snatched her hands away from his biceps and clutched the towel which sneakily began to sag. Fakir's fingers began to quiver as he realised their slight contact with Duck's bare shoulders, noticing this he flung his arms off her skin and they also thwacked against the bed end.
The air tensed around them and tightened like cling film.
"Oh isn't this just cute!" Their heads instantly turned and registered the dark silhouette reclining on the table, "getting some skin are we Fakir?" She giggled. The two leapt up from the floor and brushed themselves off. Fakir stood in front of Duck.
"What the hell do you want now!" he growled as Rue began to advance on the pair. Duck's face lit up.
"Rue!" She pushed Fakir aside and reached out to embrace her friend, Fakir watched in horror as she did so. He grasped her wrist and yanked her back towards himself.
