"Uhrnhmmm"
That was more of a deep sigh. He hoped that he didn't steer the monster.
He didn't know if he was that sensitive to some emotions of some creatures or something close to that.
He didn't know what to think anymore. He felt violated. He felt like he had made the worst mistake of his life.
He felt like he had done the worst thing which no one had ever done. He didn't know how true that was.
He was hoping that he would wake back from sleep and realize that he hadn't made a choice and ruined his chance of getting outta the mess.
He had no idea of what he was thinking before he did make that choice. How stupid and dimwitted he was. How could he had made such mistake?
Shouldn't he had thought twice before saying such a thing? Shouldn't he had thought twice before make such decision? He knew that he couldn't right it.
He didn't know how to even if he did want to. Twas more than what he had expected.
The pleasure he had expected or enjoyed had rent his sight blind. He was myopic of course.
He hoped that he would heal up soon.
He tried not to think himself as stupid as the monster as said him to be. He knew that he was bluffing. He knew that he was not stupid.
He could make whatever choice he chose to. He could do whatever thing he wanted to. He could be whatever he wanted to.
No one should make him regret his choice. Nobody of course. Not even even some retarded monster. He wouldn't be too harsh on himself.
That of course would not help him. That wouldn't help retract what had been tossed. That wouldn't help pull back what had been ignited.
He hoped and wished that he would be able to handle whichever situation would be supplanted. He was hoping keenly that he would be able to brace his guts and whisper to his rage to take it easily on him.
He knew that he did have somethings in stock. He knew that he did have some levels to put up with. He knew that he odds have somethings to register under the wail of the odds.
Time would teach him what to do. He wasn't so sure about that. He didn't even know how to be sure anymore.
He obviously needed to be reminded. He bet that he had forgotten how to pick his eyes.
He tried to sort out his chances. He tried to figure out the chances he did have with the monster.
He was hoping that he would be able to talk it outta the pain and the mistake he had made. He didn't know if what he had said was the worst idea or decision he had ever made.
He wasn't sure and couldn't be. He hoped that he would be able to arrive at a sane conclusion and stop yelling at his instinct or vice versa.
He was trying to count the odds and know what he would be doing. He hadn't thought of one yet, but he sure knew that he would arrive at a sane conclusion soonest.
He knew that of course. Even if he didn't arrive at the sanest,he would be able to brush the tip of sanity.
There were quite the numbers of things that mattered and he had gotten on all.
He would keep to them of course. Till he would be able to make a sane stance and pull his rage together.
He wasn't sure whether or not the monster was annoyed. He didn't know when he was glad or not. He didn't know when joy gripped his hampered heart and made callous confetti of it.
He didn't know when sour sorrow glazed his sapid smile with venom. He didn't know when light lured him and when pain pored him.
He didn't know when he was light enough to walk miles and sound enough to talk trash. He hoped that he would be able to know the monster quite like he was acquainted with Myclops.
He couldn't say it odd or even whether or not Myclops was his best friend. He didn't even know what that meant.
He was only hoping that things would play out fine. He had quite the numbers of questions to ask Poseidon but he would do that later. He hoped that he would be able to do it.
There was no later anymore. He could feel his instinct swearing at him. He knew that he needed it at that moment, but how about he got the bloke angered? What would he do then?
It really didn't matter. He should quit being afraid and give it a try. That was all that mattered.
He tried speaking but couldn't find his words. It seemed as though Poseidon knew that the sound he had made earlier was owed to something which had something to do with him directly or not.
He wasn't sure whether or not he was right. The monster might be lying wait for him in words. He didn't know what to think anymore.
He didn't know how to be sure of his thoughts. He was only trying to be sane. That was all that mattered to him.
He hoped that twould matter to his own instinct too. He hoped that he would be able to look his instinct in the guts and walk around the boulevard of his consciousness.
He wasn't sure if that was possible anymore. But he knew that sooner or later, of course he would have his way. That was all that did matter at that moment. That was all that would help.
He would speak soon whether or not Poseidon would be mad. He didn't care what twould be. He didn't care what would come out of it.
He was evenly prepared. He didn't know if he was so prepared or was simply telling himself a lanky lie. That should be far from.
He saw a sect of little fishes in assembly swam by. He couldn't count them but he could make meaning of their forms.
They were goldfishes with silver fins. There mouths were thrusted and opened to close at several and regulated intervals.
He didn't know what that did mean. Probably that was how the specie did survive. He hadn't even seen a shark or whale or any other creature.
Aside the whale and octopus he had seen at the entrance and exit of the curvy bridge, he hadn't seen any other important thing.
He had had his worst experience overtime. One of the best experiences he did have was the sex. He would keep saying that over and over again.
He didn't care and didn't give a damn. As all the fishes swam by, an instinct whispered to him that they were very very close to the building he had been dying to see.
He knew that he was supposed to speak up at that time. That was the best time to make his worries known.
He didn't care what part the monster would turn to it. He had been preparing and was sure that he was prepared. He asked:
"Can I renounce my decision?"
Poseidon flipped and was facing him at the twinkling of an eye as the beast halted. And that was it. Vulcan knew that his end was near.
He could never survive it. He could never make it to wherever they were going. He should had kept quiet. That of course would had helped him.
That of course who had taught him what to and what not to do or say. He didn't actually regret it.
He felt like he had done it wrongly, but hell wrong he was. Poseidon said:
"It's not an oath, stupid."
Hell! His use of words. So Poseidon was that brilliant to tell what was appropriate for a context or what not?
He seemed to had encounter such phase with the monster before. It didn't matter. He spat in his face again:
"Whatever! Can I unsay it?"
Poseidon looked away from him towards the lanky lawn of the endless waters.
He didn't know what the monster was thinking. There was no point in having to get worried about what the psycho was thinking.
Sooner or later, he would still spill it. And he wasn't wrong:
"It doesn't work that way here."
"How does it work then?"
"You stick to any Goddamn thing you ever say! You don't dance around like the ticker of a wall clock, stupid."
"I didn't make the right choice, bro. I need to right the wrong and return to earth. I really need it."
"After few trials and test and moments with the Nymph and few other Nymphs, you would be granted a permission to return to earth with instructions though."
Other Nymphs! That was the only thing that appealed to his sassy sense in all the monster had said.
He hadn't thought that he would be that reserved. Hell! He didn't mind staying a century there. Last question from the monster:
"What say?"
"Ride on."
"One day you'll be his rider too."
Poseidon flipped again and faced his front as Vulcan tried to process his last bomb for a statement. They got to the building. Thoughts tucked!