I uncross my arms. He wants to hold… my hand? Terror fled my body and was replaced by another feeling. Pity.
Don't judge a book by its cover. After all, you never know what someone's been through, or what led them to be in the state they are in. Maybe he's just alone and needs help?
I slap my imaginary self. Lonely my ass! How could I sympathize with this guy!? Frustrated with myself I take a deep breath.
While I had been on the emotional roller coaster ride inside my brain, Claude had waited for my answer.
Having lost his patience, Claude finally spoke out, "So?"
"I better get that name tho-"
His eyes slimed and his mouth curved into an uncomforting smile, "Remember you are at my mercy."
I shut my mouth immediately. He's so… so, unreadable.
He proffers his hand to me. I glare at him. This man is so irritating, and confusing. One moment he's really friendly and willing to help, but the next moment he'll have a murderous look in his eyes.
I take his hand. Bright light explodes in my face. In order to shield my eyes I close my eyelids shut.
***
With a dazed and blurred vision I look back up at Claude.
Except Claude wasn't Claude anymore, for he had been replaced by a man dressed in a pearly robe tied together by a silk sash on his waist. And, Under his sash… A s-sword!
'What the hell!' I scream internally. 'Why is all this shit happening to me!' I watch his actions carefully.
He notices my tenseness and follows my eyes to his weapon and says, "Brother? You know we've got to do this," his voice, soft and heavenly. "Right?"
'Wait, why'd he say brother?' An awful thought hit me, my heart sank. I looked down at myself… And… Of course.
Some crazy and unexplainable phenomenon has struck again. I am no longer myself, well… at least physically. Im taller and more muscular. My long long hair replaced by shorter, and… light purple dyed hair? It seems I have been transferred into a male body who is wearing the same clothing as the Silked man.
My consciousness remained untouched by the strange happenings. I sighed in relief. At least I can think as myself. However I still have many questions. Though it seems, they would never be answered.
When I looked back at Mr. Silk man, he began again.
"You know" he looked deep into my eyes, "If we do this, everything will change." His expression changed from his soft and calming character to a much darker and stern look. You could detect a hint of sadness coming from his voice though.
"I know" I unknowingly blurted.
'What!? I don't even know what you're talking about, Mr.Silk!'
Is what I would have said if I could move at my will. It felt as if I was a third person narrator, with a limited view on everything. I'm an outside consciousness closely tied to this body's point of view.
"Just don't mention this to anyone… Especially father."
'Who's we? What is Señor Silk gonna do?' All these thoughts raced through my mind.
"Oh and don't forget to do what I asked you. Don't overthink it, we'll do the rest."
"Good luck…" Our voice seemed to betray our effort of appearing untroubled. Silk just stared back at us. His face an odd shade of joyous. I could tell Mr.Silk was concealing his true feelings, with his 'happy' mask. It was quite a static mask, but very convincing. However I could see through it. Whatever they're gonna do must be very important to them, if Mr.Silk is so keen on keeping it all secret.
Again my vision became blurry.
I found myself in between two armies. I knew it was all happening at a much faster pace than what I was perceiving it at. I was able to see every single thing in detail. I was watching it all in slow motion.
Was this what they had been discussing? A revolution? War?