I had to fight with the trees
that were reading my thoughts
out of my head
The faces aren't just laughing anymore. They're talking too.
They mostly talk gibberish. I'm not sure if it's my imagination or not.
Well, one of the faces is called Larry. I recognize him 'cause his left eye is up on his forehead. He likes to talk about cats. All he talks about is cats - or at least everything I understand seems to be about cats. Sometimes I try to start a conversation, but he just behaves as if he can't hear me. Pretty annoying actually.
There are some other faces, but I didn't get their names yet. Besides, I have an inkling that they aren't actually real. Probably some product of my imagination.
I've been pretty lethargic lately. Today I decided to stay inside. It was pretty hot, so I dressed minimally. I still wore my boxers, cause I don't really like the feeling of my junk swinging in the wind. Also, that's the last place I want bug bites.
I haven't shaved at all, and the townspeople are starting to think I'm a crazy person. Honestly they might be right. Whatever. I just stop by the gas-station every couple of days and buy whatever is on the shelves. I don't speak Swedish so I don't talk to anyone.
One guy - I think he's probably the self-appointed sheriff of town - thought it'd be smart to sic his bloodhound on me.
I thought I'd be scared. I mean, normally I'd never confront an attack dog without my flames. But actually it wasn't a big deal at all. I decided that I wanted it dead… and I just sorta… moved.
It was like back then, with the deer. I was shocked by how quickly it was over. I don't think I've ever moved that quickly in my life. That - frankly ridiculous - speed had left both myself and Mr. Sheriff surprised. It took only a split second, and I had gutted the thing right before his eyes. His expression was hilarious!
Well, the dog wasn't that hilarious. I don't really like to kill dogs… well I don't like to kill anything in general. That dog reminded me of Mary's dog, back when I lived in SouthTown. I had to kill it because Chizuru told me to…
Huh… Wonder what's up with Chizuru. Is she holding that seal okay?
I'd hate to have Orochi ruin-...
Hold the fuck up.
Orochi! That's right! The girly-haired fuckboy stole my Magatama… so the seal must be weakened. It's already been… how long since I've lost it? The seal could break at any moment… It's a miracle it's lasted so long.
What the hell is she gonna do if Orochi breaks out and I'm not there?
All three bloodlines must be there to fight Orochi, so… shit! I need to get the Magatama back. I can't just sit here. I've gotta go.
But then again… if I go looking for the Magatama, won't everyone be out for my head? I'll die the moment I step back into the world. It's not like I have anything to gain personally from it either. If I regain my Magatama, my life goes right back on countdown.
Why risk death, just so I can die early?
Will Chizuru be alright?
I don't know.
I'm no longer strong enough to do anything about it, so I cast the thought away. A cripple has no right to play in the monster's arena. It's their problem now. I'm out.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…
Dishonorably discharged as result of injury.
You're gonna abandon them? You're gonna betray them? You know they need you, you asshole. You're just gonna leave them hanging, huh?
I can't fight anymore. Of course I can't help.
You might as well go kill them yourself. Chizuru and Kyo… they'll fight Orochi, with or without your help. But they cannot win without you. You know that.
I'm not strong enough.
You selfish piece of shit. You've killed so many, are you afraid to die? There's nobody on earth who deserves it more than you do.
I lean back into the wooden rocking chair and close my eyes. The hardwood presses into the back of my skull, but by now I'm used to it. I've become accustomed to life here… in this quiet cabin in the woods.
Go. Get off your ass and go.
I hope Kyo's alive. I'd like to go back to Japan.
You can't stay here.
I'd like to go anywhere…
Get out!
I wish I could leave.
Enter Larry. Best OC.
Just don't ask questions.
:s