9. The Luscious Green

In the Jungle, the Jungle…

I don’t think it’s a Jungle.

P:”What are we looking for?”

R:”Later.”

He pierces my forearm.

The blade retracts.

P:”?”

R:”…”

Fade?

No fade.

Intense pain.

But, I’m awake.

I want to kick him.

Leg doesn’t respond.

Punch?

Neither.

P:”What are we looking for?”

R:”Later.”

P:”…”

I jump.

I aim for his head.

R:”…”

He doesn’t move.

He doesn’t try to dodge.

My foot’s deflected.

I land next to him.

Closer.

P:”What are lookin-

Fuck it!”

R:”You enrage.”

P:”What did you inject?”

R:”You suppose it was a substance?”

P:”I can’t hit you.”

R:”Why would you?”

P:”…”

R:”Do you want to hit me?”

He plants his blade in my shoulder.

I grab the back of his neck.

I can’t squeeze it.

R:”Do you enjoy it?”

P:”I’m even closer now…”

R:”Do you want to?”

I remove my hand.

R:”She’ll contact us later.”

P:”Why not now?”

R:”You needed some time.”

He stays close to me.

Dangerously close.

I don’t know why I couldn’t…

Frustration’s growing.

What are the side effects of this thing?

What’s the withdrawal like?

R:”Can you kill?”


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