"AUGH! MERCY! MERCY PLEASE!"
The feeling of electricity stopped flowing through Wilson as looked back down at the monster below him… or woman. He wasn't sure which to call her at this point. She met his gaze, a look of guilt and sorrow in her amber eyes.
"Please…" He choked. "Please don't do this. Mercy… Mercy…"
"... I'm sorry." She whispered.
"AUUUUGAAAAH!"
Wilson's eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping his mouth as he sat up. He brought a hand over his chest, trying to calm himself down as he looked around, seeing he wasn't in the throne room. He was in his temporary camp, the woman nowhere to be seen.
It's okay. He thought to himself, trying to slow his breathing. I'm alive. I'm okay. I'm in the light. She can't reach me here.
He lowered his head, running a hand through his hair.
I really messed up this time. I should've never gone off by myself. Heavens above please let the others be okay.
"Trouble sleeping, Higgsbury?"
Wilson had to keep himself from groaning at the sound of that voice. He looked towards the source, seeing Maxwell coming in with logs in his arms, feeding them to the fire.
"What's it to you?" Wilson asked, giving an unamused look. "Last I checked, you liked seeing me suffer, so why give you the pleasure of telling you what's wrong?"
"Hmph." Maxwell shook his head, sitting down by the fire pit, picking up his book. "It was an honest question, Higgsbury. Don't need to be so uptight. We're stuck working together, remember?"
"Yeah, didn't need a reminder, Maxwell." Wilson grumbled, lying back down on his straw roll, still somewhat clenching his chest.
Maxwell took note of this, the gears in his head turning before it clicked.
"You were dreaming about what happened with Charlie, weren't you?"
"Give the man a prize." Wilson rolled his eyes, turning over. "So what if I was?"
"Just figured that was the case since you nearly died because of it and it's recent so it wouldn't be too shocking that it would still be on your mind."
"Heh… Yeah. Because you just know EVERYTHING, don't you?"
"I'll just cut to the point. Don't think about it. You'll just drive yourself insane doing so."
"Easier said than done."
"I'm aware, trust me."
"Oh really?" Wilson turned back over, giving a glare to Maxwell. "Since when does anything on your mind drive you insane, oh great and powerful Maxwell?"
Maxwell returned the glare.
"Things that are none of your business, Higgsbury. Now, just focus on other things. Like your companions we're looking for. Think about finding them... That is if Charlie hasn't done anything that has gotten them killed."
"Gee, you're SO helpful. Way to be a ray of sunshine, Maxwell." Wilson turned over again, hiding the fear in his eyes.
"I'm just being honest, Higgsbury." Maxwell sighed. "Look, I didn't say they were actually dead, but with how things are rapidly changing by Charlie's will, things might not be working out well for them as it is for us. You've seen what she's capable of."
Wilson shuddered at the thought.
"You can be quiet now. You're really not helping."
"Sorry, I'm not exactly one to look for comfort as it were."
"Emotionless demon."
"Eh, I've heard worse… and honestly that's a compliment."
"Does anything even bother you?"
"Plenty. I'm just not telling you."
"Right." Wilson closed his eyes. "And I'm stuck with you regardless."
"I don't like this anymore than you do, Higgsbury." Maxwell leaned back against a rolled up straw roll, settling into his book. "But we don't really have a choice."
"No… and I hate that."
"Something we can agree on. Now, try to sleep. We got ground to cover and you best have a clear mind rather than a clouded one."
Wilson nodded a little, muttering something under his breath as he started to drift. He tried to keep his mind off Charlie…
Yet… He could still see her eyes, staring back at him.