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?”