Chapter: 687
Noticing his arm, he quickly remembered. The little parasites in the boil were still curled up into little balls. Thankfully it seemed that they had used up all of their reserves of whatever they were pumping into Jay’s blood and he felt mostly normal again.
Physically normal anyway.
Mentally, he was bitter, angry, annoyed, pissed off. Much more than he should be.
Jay let his anger out.
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Pick up the throne and keep moving” he bitterly spat orders at his skeletons as he went to sit on his throne.
After a few moments of being out of the cool water, the parasites in his arm unwound and went back to their long linear forms, but were neither causing Jay any pain or any euphoria.
“Little fucking shits.” he glared, “making me sleep on the cold ground.”
“And what was that noise that shook the earth?”
Following the deep booming noise travelling through the earth, some more sounds followed, coming from somewhere north – where the mushroom desert crossing was.
The sounds of a large rock slide came from the mountain range. Giant boulders the size of houses tumbling down the mountain and crashing into each other, splitting apart or being split apart.
Jay only barely heard the crashing boulders, but compared to the deep boom which shook the earth before, they were of no concern.
He couldn’t figure it out, and his strange hangover was only making it worse.
“Ah fuck it. Fuck everything.” he angrily said, “who cares anyway.”
His anger was seemingly out of control after he woke up. He wasn’t sure why but neither did he care.
“Burn the forest down.” a thought popped into his head.
“Hmm, burn it down? Well, that might be fun… but it could give away my position. Plus I wouldn’t get anything from it and -”
“Burn it down.” his own thought interrupted his other thought.
He just reasoned with himself, but it was like a different part of him didn’t care.
“No, I’m not going to burn the fucking thing down.” he told himself sternly, shaking his head.
“What the fuck is wrong with me today.”
For the next hour, Jay continued to argue with his own thoughts. Argue with himself.
Every time, a thought would pop in his head, telling him to burn down the forest, or thrust his arm back into the water to feel amazing again, but after some time his thoughts became more sinister.
“To turn back to Losla to massacre and pillage. Kill Devin.”
He thought that perhaps he was going crazy.
His own thoughts wouldn’t stop yelling into his own mind. He almost felt like his brain was getting hotter from all the thinking.