Ladnikia burns inside her scabbard, across my back. Too much time has passed since she ate. She wants blood and souls.
And so do I.
My God. Forgive me. What I am becoming?
And yet I love it. The excitation of the battle. The last staring of the eyes of a dying man. The butter-like consistence of the skin and muscle and bones to the penetration of my blade.
I…
…need…
…it.
Sometimes I just think of going to the docks of La Perdita, or to the meta bar, just to find someone to fight. And, hopefully, to kill.
Until now, something has always stopped me. Conscience, faith, call it as you want.
Something deep in my mind, or my soul.
Something thinner as the days passes.
Luckily this new job will put me in situations where my blade will find satisfaction.
I hope.
I know.
For now, let’s put my mind one the party.
And on drinks.
My thirst is not of alchool, but wine, and vodka, and rum will help me to forget my needs.
For now.
As I walks across the old factory, a voice strange and known hit my mind, from behind a door.
It’s the room of Jackie, Ameristar.
The voice is the one of the old Neaderthal, the one who tried to employ me when I returned from my prison in the EPS. The one for which Jackie works. What does he wants.
Weeks ago I would have never eavesdropped, now I find it perfectly natural.
They are talking.
“So, I repeat you, Jackie, don’t go there for any reason.” “But could it be the place we are looking for?”
“No. I have looked for the Liber Vitae for centuries, and in that tower it isn’t. The tower has connections to Cuccubao, deep ones, but the book is not there. I know because I have been there. I know for sure that there, in the tower in the middle of the Amazon jungle , there are peoples that know clues to the true location of Cuccubao last hideout, but don’t you dare to go there. I forbid it to you. And I order you to watch that your comrades don’t go there. You must find a different way to find the Liber Vitae.”
There is a very brief buzz, the one I have learned is connected to the Gaia Unit technology. The old man has gone.
I knock at the door.
“Euro, come in.”
Oh, fuck, I forgot the x-ray goggles in her armour. I can only hope she has not them in function when she was talking with the old man.
“Hi Jackie” I say, coming inside.
“What do you think about what the old man said?” she asks. Months ago I would have turned red like an hot chili.
Now, who cares?
“I think that he knows something he doesn’t want us to know. And since we have not the book, I say we shouldn’t have concerns. Tomorrow we’ll have the picture and we’ll find the location by ourselves. We don’t need the book of the old man.”
The familiar buzz. And right in front of my appears the pretty figure in red boots of Crasher.
“I have stolen the book from my daddy. For you, Jackie!” she says, smiling.
I look at Ameristar. What will she do? How much strong is her loyalty to the Neanderthal?
