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Edge of Thorns - Pt 10Part 10
I should really start looking into some anti-psychotics, but if I'm not as insane as I think I am, then the Devil himself is sitting on my living room sofa and I've agreed to help him.
It took a moment for Nathan to find his voice again. "I think I'll stick with you. I've already pissed Micah -- Michael... whoever, angel guy -- off. That last thing a need to do is make him think I can't make up my mind."
Alton laughed from across the room, pushing his glasses up the edge of his nose. "That's a good possibility." He pat the seat next to him. "Come on, Nathan. I promise I don't bite. You have more questions for me, don't you?"
"Yes, but they can just as easily be answered at this distance." Nathan still wasn't comfortable with the news that Alton was Lucifer, not so much because he believed him, but because Alton might believe himself. It didn't matter if Nathan was skeptical: if the shopkeeper truly thought he was the Devil, then he was going to act a
Edge of Thorns - Pt 7Part 7
There's no way I'm going to make another idiot mistake like running off without paying my bill. Alton is creepy enough as is. I don't need to give him a reason to be angry with me. What he doesn't know won't hurt me...
Nathan shook his head, not releasing Avery's hand until the teen lowered his head in defeat, making it clear that -- as much as he may have wanted to -- he wasn't going to open the door. With a sigh, he pressed his ear back against the door. Nathan rubbed the back of his head, moving next to Avery to join him. He could at least make that compromise.
"So what are you calling yourself these days, Lu?" The question came from the other voice, which Nathan just knew he'd heard before. "Something clever, no doubt."
The shopkeeper chuckled. "I don't think so. The name is Alton. Alton Sterling, and you have my adoptive father to praise for that. I prefer not to choose my own name, unlike you." His voice suddenly dropped, becoming serious and dark. "Th
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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