As I climbed the back staircase to the upper floor I rotated my shoulders enjoying the sore stiffness in my muscles. It had been several weeks since Tohr had nixed my being allowed out on any nightly rotations; so finding those two Omega-spawn tonight outside the club, had been shear luck and exactly what I needed. True they were fairly new, still brown haired and not long for the fight, but I fucking enjoyed every slam and slice.
The clear mindedness, which was now mine in the month break from the red smoke, enhanced every experience. Those two simple kills left me as energized and satisfied as when it was all still new to me, God I loved this feeling.
Stopping as I always do when I walk past Zsadist's room. Listening. Hoping that this time I’ll hear movement from inside, but it’s as silent as the grave.
Pushing the door open the light from the hallway penetrates to highlight the aged chalky white skull next to the pallet on the floor. Relief caused my shoulders to saga a little. As long as the skull remained I knew Zsadist would be coming back. IT was his only true possession. The Mistress’s vice-like hold on his soul something I had not been able to break.
When he’d vanished after the incident with the Chosen I briefly considered moving it… just hiding the cursed macabre thing… but didn’t think actually laying my hands on it would be a good idea. Nor would going out looking for him. I knew my twin would not easily be found and not be in any kind of mood for conversation, should I actually get lucky. I didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of his dagger.
Z was carrying a whole shit ton of hurt and self-loathing. I’d give him a little more time to work things out. Looking into the black empty eye sockets of the Mistress, struck by the similarities between Z and the skull.. neither one capable of thoughts or feelings of any kind. Pulling the door softly shut I rested my forehead against the carved wood.
The time was approaching when I’d need to confront not only my scared twin, but also the changes within myself. Shoving roughly off from the door, but not today. Today had been a good day and a hot shower and huge meal were all I was willing to think about. #BBDB