TM Topic 168 - Party!
He moved - his head throbbed.
He rolled over - every muscle in his body cried out.
He opened his eyes - the room was too bright.
He closed his eyes - his stomach started to churn.
He felt ill - and gingerly sat up.
Eyes opened again - who were these people?
He rose and stepped on one - they didn't react.
He kicked them - nothing.
He kicked another - the same thing happened.
He counted them - one, two, three, four, five.
"Caspian," he called softly knowing he was nearby but when there was no response he tried another tact. "Silas," he spoke a bit louder and heard a groan from the dinning room. He headed for the sound but it was another one of them gasping for a last breath. Six.
He took the stairs two at a time and at the landing stepped over more bodies, seven, eight and nine. He made his way to the east wing. When he reached the master bedroom he found them. They both seemed to sleep like the day after Christmas.
But they were dead, not sleeping. He remembered now. He removed the knives and sat in a wing chair. After a few minutes they stirred, Silas was first to open his eyes. "Kronos?" he said his name with surprise and a wary touch of respect as he rose to his feet.
Then Caspian practically jumped from the bed immediately running a hand through his hair. "Hey, that was some party!" he said cheerily.
Kronos wanted to say something to them but all that he could muster through the pounding headache was a slow smile at his brothers' bloodstained clothes.
He rolled over - every muscle in his body cried out.
He opened his eyes - the room was too bright.
He closed his eyes - his stomach started to churn.
He felt ill - and gingerly sat up.
Eyes opened again - who were these people?
He rose and stepped on one - they didn't react.
He kicked them - nothing.
He kicked another - the same thing happened.
He counted them - one, two, three, four, five.
"Caspian," he called softly knowing he was nearby but when there was no response he tried another tact. "Silas," he spoke a bit louder and heard a groan from the dinning room. He headed for the sound but it was another one of them gasping for a last breath. Six.
He took the stairs two at a time and at the landing stepped over more bodies, seven, eight and nine. He made his way to the east wing. When he reached the master bedroom he found them. They both seemed to sleep like the day after Christmas.
But they were dead, not sleeping. He remembered now. He removed the knives and sat in a wing chair. After a few minutes they stirred, Silas was first to open his eyes. "Kronos?" he said his name with surprise and a wary touch of respect as he rose to his feet.
Then Caspian practically jumped from the bed immediately running a hand through his hair. "Hey, that was some party!" he said cheerily.
Kronos wanted to say something to them but all that he could muster through the pounding headache was a slow smile at his brothers' bloodstained clothes.