Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 65 | Demonoid Phenomenon

Our flight back home was much more pleasant, since we weren't in handcuffs. I could also trust the people around me, so I could sleep with ease. About two hours before we were set to land, I did my makeup nice. We've been gone three days when you add in all the travel. On top of all the work we've been doing, I've barely had time to see my husband. I wanted to look good for him.

"Ryan," I tauntingly called for him as I walked between the seats.

"Whaat?" He griped.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "You're only acting this way because you know what I'm about to say. Don't delay the inevitable."

He sighed, "You know, this could either go one of two ways. Either she'll relax and give me some space, or she'll get more clingy. If it's the second option, I'm blaming it all on you."

"I can accept that." I responded, "C'mon, don't make me drag you."

Ryan closed up the files he had open. He put them in his briefcase, locking it. No one, to my knowledge, knew the code. It doesn't really matter because Michael has access to most those files. Ryan's notes, however, there's only one copy of and it's in that case. Really if anything happens to him we're all fucked, in several ways. I know he's upset with me for making him do this but Reese is our only way into that information. She knows what makes Angelo so damn valuable to the cult and that could be the key to this whole thing.

Once Ryan had put away his things, I led him back to the plane's bathroom. It was tiny but it'll do for now. It's not like he takes a whole lot of cleaning up. Reese enjoys him looking so rough. I figured he could use a little maintenance though.

"I hate you." He muttered while I tilted his hear to the side.

I wasn't going to get rid of his beard. It actually looks good on him, but there were a few stray hairs that needed to go. "I hate you too." I replied as I carefully cleaned up the edges with a razor. "Hm, you have a grey hair in your beard."

"No, I don't." He snit in disbelief.

Grabbing the tweezers off the counter, I quickly plucked it. "See. There's no shame in it. You're pushing thirty anyways, plus prison ages people faster."

He sighed, "Sometimes I miss Graham. Things were... They weren't great there but they weren't like they are now."

"Chris and Ange wouldn't be together. Neither would Ricky and I... Which means I wouldn't be in this weird love triangle, I guess. But, we wouldn't have gotten to see the world like we did."

"Dev, you got to see the world. The past three, four years I've spent in a fucking lab."

"I-" I sighed as I set down the tweezers in my hand, "I'm sorry. We've all kind of neglected you and taken you for granted. I've done it the worst. I've disrespected you, a lot."

"It doesn't bother me as much as you might think. When Bambi and I had our falling out back in college, something in me changed. I stopped caring about anything anyone did to me, good or bad." He replied.

"I know that's not completely true. If you didn't care about us, you wouldn't have gone to these lengths to protect us." I said while I dug through my makeup case for a clean brush. After I found it, I turned his head towards me to put some faint grey eye shadow down.

"I didn't say I don't care for people. I have people that mean a lot to me in my life. I just don't care what they do to me. Reese doesn't understand that. All her efforts to win me over, they're useless. I don't need to go out on dates and get given gifts and shit like that to care about someone. She doesn't appreciate the fact that I don't like to give either. I just... I don't understand how dead flowers and shitty chocolates makes people care about each other."