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Talking to the Bird

Victor sighed as he walked into his office. The students had been a menace the whole day and he was exhausted. He sat down at his desk and looked at his faithful companion, Corbiere.

"Why are they always getting into trouble?" he asked as he petted the stuffed raven's head. "And why do they have to meddle where they do not belong?"

The bird stayed as silent as it always had. Victor often talked out his problems to the bird, but no matter what Victor said, Corbiere never talked back. He didn't mind, though. Victor thought that if one day he spoke to the bird and the raven talked back, he would die from fright.

That led Victor to think about another topic that had been bothering him. Death, or rather, not dying.

"I still have the Tear of Gold, Corbiere," Victor said in a hushed tone. "But I have not used it yet. Why, though?"

Yes, why hadn't Victor used the Tear of Gold to make the Elixir of immortal life? It was what he had always wanted. For as long as he could remember, Victor had wanted to live forever.

But why?

Just why did Victor Rodenmaar want to live forever? Was it because his father had implanted the idea into his head as a child, while his father had been searching for the same thing as he? Or was it because he wanted to see the next century, just to say he had?

Victor didn't have an answer.

He didn't know why he wanted to live forever anymore. There wasn't an actual reason. It almost scared him. Why would he live forever if he didn't know why he wanted to? Maybe he didn't want to live forever anymore.

"What do you think, Corbiere? Should I brew the Elixir? Should I tip the scales and live forever?"

The bird said nothing. Victor sighed. It was no use. Corbiere would never give him advice. It was just nice to have someone to talk to, to vent to about his day-to-day life. As Victor continued talking, he wondered why he only ever talked to his pet. Why did he not talk to other humans?

"Why is it I never seem to talk to others, Corbiere?" he asked.

As always, Corbiere stayed silent.

Talking to inanimate objects is one of the first signs of insanity. Has anyone else noticed this? Victor's crazy! (Heehee!) Anyway, just thought I'd write about Victor talking to Corbiere in something other than a 100 word challenge. On a different note, I have recently realized that my life consists of too much what-the-fuckery. Seriously! Random magnetic crap is hung up around my house, I come up with really morbid ideas that I'm afraid to tell anyone for fear that they'll send me to a shrink, and my brother is a psycho. Thanks for reading!

~C