Third persons POV,
Darhl squinted his eyes to inspect what he saw as the view looked unreal to him.
"What the fuck is that," he said calmly but his eyes were narrowing in on Larry's stomach.
Was this what he was trying to show me earlier? Darhl thought to himself as more confusing lines etched across his face.
Larry laid in the bed motionless and if not for the fact that Darhl could tell he was still alive, one would pronounce him dead without a doubt.
Seeing that he was just asleep Darhl proceeds to call Karl since he had to be else where for now.
"Larry passed out, I think it's something to do with what the dieza witches Queen did to him," he informed Karl on the phone while getting into the elevators.
Karl was already at Bahamas, so he was going to be there in a minute or two which was the only reason why Darhl was leaving, and also because he knew Larry was going to be alright.
His mind drifted back to a certain hazel eyes and her crazy thoughts and he couldn't help the small smile that made it up his lips, something that instantly disappeared when the elevator doors slid open for him to get out.
He had a plane to catch and he didn't care about the scalding sun outside, he wasn't going to let it stop him because he needed to see if she was really going through with her pledge about killing him.
Back in the penthouse Larry was slowly waking up his eyes flattering a few times before they eventually opened.
He had a confused look on his face seeing himself on the bed and that too on Darhl's bed.
No one, and by no one Larry knew that absolutely no one gets on Darhl's bed no matter what your reasons might be.
Seeing himself on the bed although he had questions on how he really got there, he flew down from it instantly and decided to think about what happened while on the floor of the room.
However it didn't matter just how much he tries to think about it, his mind came back blank.
"Do I still have some of the werewolf venoms inside me? I hear they make one lose their minds," Larry said out loud as he appeared to be in thought.
The door opening pulled his attention towards the door and he couldn't help but get up quickly when he saw who it was.
"Larry, you're awake already," Karl said from the door.
He had gotten there as soon as he could and seeing that Larry was already awake he was a little surprised because Darhl made it sound as if something terrible was going on with him.
"Are you feeling any better?" Karl asked from the door.
"Yeah, you have any idea what happened?" Larry couldn't help but question back.
"Just that you passed out, did you notice anything different?" Karl asked and Larry started to shake his head but slowly stopped as if he just recalled something.
He quickly pulls his shirt up, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the same tattoo that had been incomplete a few minutes ago.
"This!" He pointed down at his stomach his eyes raising slightly to look back at Karl.
"This is the only change I noticed," He said a little too quickly.
Karl who stood by the door stared at him confused he couldn't see anything, yet Larry was busy pointing to something in his stomach.
"Are you sure? I don't see anything," Karl said slowly almost as if he was careful not to hurt Larry's feelings.
Larry who was busy trying to get him to look at the tattoo which was now complete slowly let down his shirt while remembering how Darhl had been unable to see it earlier too.
I must have been the only person who can see it, he thought to himself.
"What were you trying to show me," Karl asked he was curious even though he saw nothing.
He was trying to find out if maybe some of the werewolf venoms were beginning to cause him to hallucinate.
"It was a tattoo, which apparently I was the only person who can see it," He replied quietly.
He felt frustrated but confused all at once.
"Ok, what does it look like?" Karl asked. He has heard of venom hallucinations before, one that mostly includes one chasing an invisible creature, but he hadn't heard of anyone visualizing any changes in their body, and that piqued at his interest as he felt maybe this was a different case.
However, his whole thought on that changed the minute he heard what tattoo Larry was taking about.
"Shit, shit," was all Karl kept repeating his eyes widening with every time he said those words.
And only one thought ran through his mind. We are doomed...or to be more exact Darhl is doomed.
"Are you sure it's a tattoo of a two headed dragon?" Karl asked one more time to be sure his ears didn't hear wrongly although he hoped and prayed that he really did hear wrongly.
But seeing how Larry slowly said yes while nodding his head, Karl turned completely pale, as he felt like the world suddenly was now beginning to crumble as he knew it soon would and yet, they weren't prepared...