Chapter 9 Bad Choices Lead To Worse Mornings (2/2)
”Yeah, thanks.”
”Yep, just text ahead next time. Otherwise, I ain't answering the door.”
”Yeah yeah, forgot you wanted us to do that from now on. Why you live in this shit hole?”
”Cause it's easy to get to and no one cares about people coming or going. Plus I can move the big shit along with these easy deals. Business is all about location.”
”Whatever works. Thanks Tony.”
Laz heard the soft click like a door closing and then muffled footsteps. Opening his eyes slightly, he was able to see two shadows walk past his front window before turning to go down the stairs.
”Damn it,” he said to himself. ”Was that a drug deal? And Tony's place is at the end of the fucking building so how did I even hear that?”
Laz had questions but no answers. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere by laying there either. With a super human effort, he was able to turn himself over and get to his feet, but just barely. His body felt like lead and his head was pounding in beat with his heart. It almost felt like it would explode. He made his way past the small kitchen area and turned into the bathroom. When he go to the mirror, he could not be more shocked at what he saw.
He looked perfectly fine, but that was the problem. His eyes had never been the best although he didn't wear glasses. He could make due without them as the problem had just occurred recently although he was thinking about visiting an eye doctor soon. It seemed like that was no longer needed even though he had no idea why. It was surreal looking at himself and everything around him. It looked like everything was in high definition.
He could see the cloudy bits of minerals in the small drops coming from the bathtub. He could see the texture of the fibers in the tissues. He could even count the individual strands in the brush of his tooth brush without even moving it.
”Seriously, what the fuck is this?” He thought again for the who knows what time today. After looking around and figuring out he wasn't just imagining it, he was somewhat excited. This was actually pretty amazing.
All of the sudden, the burning pain came back in a brief but monstrous wave. Laz struggled to stay on his feet while clenching his teeth. He grabbed at his shirt and ripped it off himself, looking at the spot that the pain was coming from. He almost passed out from shock.
There, on his chest, was a strange symbol. It was raised on his skin like a new tattoo and it seemed like it was thumping with his heart beat. With his heightened eye sight, Laz could make out that it clearly wasn't ink as it was completely even throughout.
The symbol looked like a large black leafless tree with a red full moon behind it. It was about the size of his fist and stood out distinctively against his pale white skin. He instinctively moved his hand over to touch it before another wave of pain washed over him. He couldn't stay standing this time as he legs collapsed underneath him. The last thing he remembered was thinking ”fuck” as he bashed his head on the sink and passed out again.