As soon as the words had left his mouth, he fell silent. Millions of thoughts flowed into George's in an instant.
Is that their name? If so, how the hell do I even know it? Do I know this person? Can they even be called a person? Oh god has this happened before? No that couldn't be, could it?
The tall figure slowly approached George, cracking his knuckles. "How the fuck do you know my name?"
More visions began appearing to George he stood speechless in front of the hulking figure known as Rupert.
However it seemed like they weren't visions at all, instead are these my memories? He thought each memory ending with the same scene: a massive sickly green chasm and his blood splattered on the concrete below him.
As his mind was assaulted with images of his continuous death, George could feel something crawling up his throat. Shit! It was the remains of the rat he had eaten earlier!
He tried to fight back the urge to vomit but it was in vain as it all came pouring out at once in a disgusting pile of stomach acid, saliva, and rat. The claws he had planned on keeping safe suddenly splintered off and clattered to the ground. His hands shedding the tufts of hair like a dog getting a haircut.
It was all too much for him. He fell to his knees staining his pants in his own vomit as Rupert looked at him with a mix of disgust and disappointment.
"Pathetic…."
The next thing George remembered was the way that Rupert picked him up by the scruff of his hoodie, throwing him over his shoulder as he heard the door shut behind him, the broken shards of the nails glittering in the sun.
When George awoke, he was greeted by the cold stare of a pair of beady eyes. They were a mix of green and cyan almost forming a globe in their eyes. George simply stared into them.
"Are you sure you heard your name?" The voice asked.
George was surprised when he was able to sit up on the metal slab. From what he remembered, Blaire was always careful. So why change it now?
"Shouldn't I be strapped down to the table? What if I attack you?"
Blaire sighed and stood up from the kneeling position they were in before.
"You said his name, right? You're obviously powerful enough to know who we really are so it's safe to keep you unrestrained."
George, now fully sitting up, stared as Blaire walked away from the slab confused.
"If you were anything less, you'd either not know who we were or called Rupert by his moniker."
"What's his moniker?" George asked.
If I remember, that's like a nickname, right?
Blaire turned around dramatically a sly grin on their face.
"He's the........ Monster of the Farlands!"
"I'm not a monster Blaire…. It's a horrid name made by spiteful people." Rupert scoffed.
"Oh come on! I know you love it.." Blaire teased.
"That's nice and all but I think we're missing something else here." Blaire and Rupert turned to face George with mutual confusion.
It's true that this time was different than last time but still there was always that thing…. Big Mama. Usually she came around now but the distinct lack of enormous quakes worried him. He walked cautiously around the ramshackled fort.
The pair continued to watch as George began to turn over every stone and loose part of the building.
"Hey, what's your name?" Blaire asked they couldn't just let a random person search through their things without knowing that person's name, could they?
"George." He said flatly as he pushed a stone over with a stick. He wiped his hands off on his already dirty jeans.
Rupert approached George and knelt down to his eye level. He could tell that George was concerned about something, but what he couldn't tell.
"What's got you so wound up?" He asked putting a large hand on his shoulder.
George simply looked up at him, the body of a rat squirming inside his mouth.
Chapter 15 [A new start] end.