Duo Perspectivae

Skeletons. Curse. Murders. Follow Tike Henezingson on her twisted journey with the worst friend ever. From the electric fence of the compound where she meets her father, to the exotic, hidden jungle of her friends' hideout, Tike must find a way to rid herself of her age-old curse. Will she survive? Will she become a murderer, just like her friends? And will she ever find a way to live happily with her whole family?


2. Switching Sides

Russell Henezingson, Day 3 of my Journal.


It didn't hurt me. Not much, anyway. I didn't even know why I'm writing this, the lads at the the prison already think the drugs have gone to my head. Why couldn't my self-centred body just stop being self-centred for that one second I had to save my daughter, Tike Henezingson, from that monster of a... Woman? Or man...  I don't know. Touching the fence had been enough to jolt my memory, to Mars and back. I can't even remember why I did drugs in the first place. No. Russel, stop it. You're becoming self-centred again My poor, poor baby girl. My little Tike. My girl.


The thing that hurt me most, I feel, was seeing through misted eyes her shadow fading away into the abyss with that woman. That woman. That little... Lemon-sucker. Sorry. S'cuse me, my pen slipped... The drugs kicked in again... The doctors took  me to... The Orb.  Where we all end up eventually either down there in Hell , or up high in the skies in Heaven. I've never felt so... Alive by that drug... C... C... C4?? I think. Yes, the explosive, very weak though I think I might still have some bones left. I wonder what that woman is doing to my little girl, that little piece of... Poop. No. Tike wouldn't like it if I swore again, even if this time she's away, even if it's the last... How long since...? Ugh... The last... the last... 5 minutes of... My... Life... I hope Tike stays safe... I love her so much..I hope she... She never finds the paper... Again.... Please... Stop now... No! Let me go! Please... No...


The doctors took me away again. When my skeleton popped out of its fleshy cage.


Some say it's a curse. Me?

I say it's a blessing.


After the incident with the doctors, it left me feeling quite... Hollow.. inside, and my skeleton was not attached in the best of ways. The doctors, of course, couldn't get their grubby hands off me! I think the C4 has worn off. Wasn't even strong enough. Might try a nuke next time. No, no. I shouldn't. Yes, I must... I... No! For Tike.. I cannot. They injected me with some kind of anti-toxin today, some kind of birthday present that turned out to be. My insides are still burning, literally. If only, if only the old fellow... cries? Yes, cries, could the pain be as high as the lights in the sky. That's what we sing. All of us. If only, if only...


Oh my! Help! The... Alarm...The Fire Alarm! It's blowing up! Worse than C4! I mean... Not like C4! I mean... Something, I don't know. C4... C4!! Red, violet... Purple! ARGH! Senses... Overload.. Skeleton... Failing! Help! Someone, anyone! Poor Tike! No! NO! Not now, put the gun down...! It's not worth it, please someone, anyone, my poor Tike, my baby! I wonder where she is now. Her poor mother... Lying forsaken! Moulding... In the ground beneath our feet... No, Tike wouldn't like it, if she ever finds it.. The... P-pap-Pages... by.. the grave-stones...


I don't know how she found me. You know, her, Number #2. My body - my fleshy body - was strewn all over the compound, a liver here and a kidney there. Apparently, the C4 was heat sensitive, and I guess the fire from the burning compound was enough to set it off. I've become much stronger. Because, after all, no-one needs flesh. No-one needs to look human. She taught me that, you know, Public Enemy #2, the dark elf. She taught me quite a few things, did the elf. Number 1 studies one-handed weaponry, guns and death. Number 2, however, is a very different kettle of arachnids. She studies magic, staffs of flame and magmatic energy as well as magic theory grade 7. She, 2, is much more deadly than the original super-half-price bargain, with free death on the side.

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