Wait a damn minute, my shitty bedroom - old bedroom was at the edge of the fucking Hive anyways. I didn't even have to worry. Why the fuck was I worrying? Am I that fucking stupid. I'm fucking retarded.
Also.
I still need to eat so I needa be quick.
I mean-
I can always just eat this guy.
Laughter resounded through his skull.
Prince heaved himself up. Gracefully at first, he failed so his method became disgraceful - no, it was ruthless.
He ascended.
The frosty air welcomed him.
Hit him like a hammer.
A fan.
Hit him like a fan.
Blew air on him like a fan.
Unpleasent.
Home sweet home! Wait - it's not my home anymore. I mean it can be. But uh... Mine and Parath's home!
Prince was blessed with the sight of a shitty room.
Shitty but familiar.
Golden flame resurrected within his stomach, his mind. Longing.
Was it longing?
Indescribable feeling?
What was it?
What plagues you Prince?
It gripped his voice.
It confined his soul.
It squeezed them both.
Prince's eyes took in everything - Prince looked at everything.
Look!
You will just end up forgetting it anyways!
No!
Maybe I'll remember.
Why argue a futile point?
Why argue yourself when yourself is true.
Admit it Prince. You are a fraud.
Admit it.
Prince's eyes were dim.
His actions were dying.
Prince lifted up the shitty mattress - the paper blanket. Prince put Parath in its place. And then Prince put the mattress on top of Parath.
Well done Prince.
Now Parath truly looks like a corpse.
A nameless corpse.
Was Parath... A friend?
Was he my enemy?
Was he more then that?
Was he none of that?
Parath. Complex man.
I know nothing about you and yet you tried to infect my heart.
Good i knew you no longer - you were dangerous.
A man without friends - a man prone to all.
Yet a man prone to none.
That's the paradox right?
Nah. That's just a shitty thought.
Fuck that.
Whatever.
Parath rest in peace.
I think I should say some words actually - out loud.
For Parath.
Make it a proper burial.
"Here lies-" Prince hesitated, he thought, he spoke finally.
"Here lies Parath of the Fallen."
Prince paused again.
Then his voice sounded once more.
"A man of great power, worthy of none. Rest in peace - may you have some."
Splendid.
Prince's mind's bulb grew brighter.
What emotions am I feeling. I feel like shit. I wanna curl up and die - again. I wanna eat. I want a shower. I hate these situations. I hate these predicaments. Why can't my life just be good. Why can't it just be satisfactory?
Prince admired Parath's covered body.
Damn. Understand my existence. Marvel at it. Damn. This existence - it's truly magnificent - no? Truly!
I love my life. This suffering. All of this. I love this. No. I hate this. I hate all of this. At least let me feel semi-comfortable, then - maybe I'd love it! But no. Punish me. Yeah. Me. I deserve punishment. Sure. No.
It's not punishment. How could it be. What did I do?
What did I do to deserve this?
Really?
So many bastards out there and you decide to strike the hammer down on me?
Me?
A rat?
The rat?
Why?
Bastard.
Are you going to grovel in pain for the rest of your life?
No!
Then do something why don't you!
Instead of crying - like a fool.
A decision has to be made.
What decision? Its already been made.
The decision to go through that door.
What a shit decision.
At least I look handsome.
Hell - if they are hospitable. I might find myself a girlfriend.
I'm so hot and cute and sexy.
I'm sure they'll come running my way.
You look homeless.
Ok maybe I do.
I need to find a mirror.
Soon.
What if Parath had a conveniently placed mirror in one of these blazer pockets. Damn, why didn't I check that first. That's like one of the first things i'd do. Damn i'm a fraud - to myself.
Part of him wanted to succumb to his beastly roars once more.
Prince checked the pockets.
What did he find?
Mirror?
Technology?
Myth?
No.
He found tissues.
Tissues!
Tissues of all things!
Wait. That's a pretty normal thing to be honest. Why the fuck did I expect anything more. But wait - I'm not done.
There was still one more pocket - arguably the most important.
The left breast pocket.
Prince dug his grubby fingers into the suit.
But he couldn't get into the pocket and you know what?
Something was there.
But it was so light he didn't realise it.
Something was there.
How the hell do I get into it.
There's a zipper - dumbass.
Oh a zipper - and I was about to tear this raggedy suit apart.
Lets see what's inside.
Prince slowly pulled back the zipper.
Then thrust his right hand in.
Dancing around the inside like a treacherous spider.
He didn't find it at first.
So he gave up.
But then it devoured him - curiosity. No - doubt.
What if he hadn't checked them properly - the pockets.
Prince strained his eyes for the outside-blazer pockets.
Then turned the inner blazer pockets inside-out.
Lo and behold!
A fragment of paper - bespoken with ink, writing scrawled upon paper with ink.
It dropped to the floor - like a feather from a nest.
Prince's eyes widened.