...The world looked steadier when I got up. I was cold, shirtless, on the floor with the beer can still in my hand.....
The room looked like a victim of tectonic movements and for a fraction of second, I was in dementia. I couldn't clearly make out what the whole disastrous seen was for?
And then, the winding started and one by one, I recalled everything.....
"The kill.....yes....."
I propped myself up with the support of the table, stumbled and my back slammed the couch. The beer can barfed it's fillings.
....I didn't wanted to get up.....
I closed my eyes and let my memories work upon me.....
" I am a Basilisk, Aaron Lee, a serpentine, venomous, masochistic one", my memory answered.
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My foster dad, Simon Wilson, a cockatrice, brought me here, in Canada from Korea, after the assassination of my real dad, Lee Chun Xao. I was of 5 then...
He raised me up and helped me get a business of killing people for money in collaboration with Rami West, his daughter, a normal human. Until now, my mind and spirit was in a perfect synchronisation, but today, I felt a rebellion against my brain. My spirit did it. Ahh, and it was hard to find myself in this rebellion.
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I pulled myself together. It was hard to dump this feeling of regret in me. Heck!
I called Rami.
" Hello, this is Aaron"
"AHH Aaron, hope that you fine now. I knew that you'll ring me back, love you for this!" she replied, sounding effervescent.
" Okay, so... what did you say about the deal in the first place?" I was disgusted by her uselessly effervescent tone.
" Meet me at the Sui's" she said.
Yup, sure, at 6." I replied and hung up.
It was hard to suppress my spirit but I quite did it.
I needed to clean up the mess that I made beforehand.
After an hour, I was fully me, a Basilisk. But still, I felt pangs in my diaphragm. And somewhere, in crypts... this Basilisk was loosing his holds....