The abyss being that of madness. A bottomless pit that Geno Ranzu dwelled in. “Hello there sunshine.”
“You aren’t real.”
“Real enough to kick your sorry ass.”
“Fuck you”
“Someone is a little salty this morning.”
Geno was right in that department. That punch felt very real that day on the beach. That feeling will always sit in the back of his head as a remainder of what was to come. Shura rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. See the past couple of days Shura had been sulking in his room. Dealing with this phantom that had been following him around. It was about time to get off his ass and do something. Ambitions do not fulfill themselves.
“So what is on the menu for today? More smoking and lazing about? Or are we going to get out today?”
Shura rolled his eyes while walking into the kitchen. “Yes we are getting out today. Wait you don’t exist why am I entertaining this conversation?”
“Because you are slipping into insanity.”
Shura did not respond because he knew Geno was right. The past couple of days have been harder than usual to gather thoughts. Twisted things creeped into his head. Unspeakable things that never crossed his mind before. He was never one to be sadistic or inflict unnecessary pain. He was a strong believer of ending it quickly as a sign of mercy. Mercy was becoming a more fleeting thought with each passing day. ‘Was the appearance of this phantom the cause of all of this? It had to be.’ He thought. Shura was setting up the coffee maker before going to get dressed. He had a job to get ready for. One that put him on the dark side of the spectrum. He was stealing a map for the usual clientele, Raegan Hullston. Ideally the mission was to take place at night. But Shura needed to case the place out and steal a uniform from the location. He was trying to be covert about this. He did not need the whole state barreling down on him while escaping. A clean get in and out scenario.
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