09-02-2008, 12:10 PM
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The ghost, the devil, whatever it was, it just kept on staring at him. Ahren didn’t understand what was so difficult about obeying the command. Of course, Damian had never been that wise, never been rational. Why had he taken him from his mother, if not to kill him? Why hadn’t he simply done that and gotten it over with? Nothing made sense, least of all why the shadow-coated figure was trying to give him water. Except in his eyes, it wasn’t water—it was the color of iron and blood, and smelled like gasoline. “No,” he spat, taking another ragged step forward. “Get out of here.” Two more steps. Two more steps and he would rip his goddamned throat out.
The ghost, the devil, whatever it was, it just kept on staring at him. Ahren didn’t understand what was so difficult about obeying the command. Of course, Damian had never been that wise, never been rational. Why had he taken him from his mother, if not to kill him? Why hadn’t he simply done that and gotten it over with? Nothing made sense, least of all why the shadow-coated figure was trying to give him water. Except in his eyes, it wasn’t water—it was the color of iron and blood, and smelled like gasoline. “No,” he spat, taking another ragged step forward. “Get out of here.” Two more steps. Two more steps and he would rip his goddamned throat out.