Painless

All eyes are on me. You can’t blame me this time. I wasn’t even trying.

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I was too confused at the moment to acknowledge Jack’s favor. His idea of making me feel better, if at all, was very much of a shock. I’ve been mostly passive these past couple of months (has it been that long?). This however, I was not prepared for.

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“Well, what do you think?” Jack seemed very pleased with himself and I continued to study his reactions. “I wasn’t sure of your… er… preference. All things considered, I’m not even sure if you know.” Great, now I have to decide pretty damn quickly now don’t I? “I’ll give you time to think about it,” he stated as he walked out the door, leaving me and the two rather innocent looking bed warmers by ourselves. This still isn’t enough time.

I studied the two, starting with the female. She was definitely attractive. Most of her kind started as young girls but she seemed to be rather new to this. A run of bad luck can do that and as the age of about twenty-five, it seems that she has given up. It is sad how provocative she is trying to look, with the hopes that she will be chosen and get paid well. As for her physical attributes, she had brown colored eyes, which matched her hazelnut hair. She was a bit on the thin side, but I know that is probably from the lack of food she is able to get. Her thin form does accentuate her other parts though, giving her a rather nice shape. I really just wanted to run my fingers through her hair.

The boy, on the other hand, did not seem as eager to be chosen. His body seemed feminine as his gray eyes gave off the same impression. His stern look was absolutely serious and his clenched jaw seemed to be aching already. His blond hair fell in front of his eyes, slightly obscuring the daggers shooting out of them. I walked up to him to examine the boy further. He was definitely closer to my own age than the girl. “You are cute when you’re upset.” I laughed at the pout I received from my statement.

As if picking up on my attraction to the boy, the female tried to move closer to me, getting my attention by caressing my arm. I turned to look at her, but being the shy one that she was she didn’t look up from the floor. “What exactly did Jack tell you would happen?” The boy obviously wasn’t going to talk so I directed my inquiry to the female.

She looked up for a moment, but broke eye contact almost immediately. “He said you would pick one of us to have for the night. He said he would pay the other as well for their trouble.” She kept her hand on my arm, not seeming to know what to do.

“Well, did he say he would be coming back?” The girl had been barely audible to begin with and now she wouldn’t answer at all. The boy must have realized that this would go by much quicker if we got this conversation out of the way.

“He said he would wait outside until one of us came out. He should still be there.” I think I’ll go have a word with Jack. I would like to know where he found two attractive people that spoke as if they had gone through at least some schooling. There where no broken words in either of their speech. Something is strange about this.

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The boy had been right about Jack. I almost fell over the man when I tried to leave the room. Apparently he had tried to hear our conversation but failed miserably. He quickly stood up and brushed himself off, still wearing that silly grin he had on earlier.

“How did it go?” That grinning is incredibly obnoxious.

“Jack, where did you find those twoI’m I’m not in the mood for games at the moment.

“I have my ways.” He winked when he said this, making me want to smack him. We can never have a straightforward conversation, can we? “Do you like either of them?”

Damn it, Jack. “I like them both. Very much.” Great, now he is even more pleased with himself. Because, the man needed to be more vain.

“So you want them both?” I hadn’t thought of that.

I almost shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I had come out to speak with him for a reason. He’s not making it any easier though.

What did I want to say? “I don’t want either of them. They are scared.”

He raised an eyebrow, “When has that mattered?”

I see where this is going. “Oh come off it Jack! You liked what I did.”

The grin was fading now. “It doesn’t matter if I liked it or not, it was your intentions. I was scared too. It didn’t bother you then, why should it now?”

I turned back into the room, making sure he followed me. This was not a conversation I wanted to have out in the hallway.

His grin was totally gone now and he had ignored the other two in the room, keeping the conversation going. “Well? What is the difference?”

“Because I knew you would let me!” No, that isn’t what I wanted to say.

He continued to soak up every bit of information I fed him. “But I didn’t let you.”

I kept my eyes on him, making sure he could see my face every time I e. e. “Oh no? You may have not let me at the time, but you didn’t do anything afterwards.”

He looked ready to hit me. “Because you aren’t yourself, Will.”

“Then why do you treat me like I am the same innocent little blacksmith you found in Port Royal?” Answer that one, Captain.

“Part of the old Will is in there somewhere. I want him back. I thought letting you do that to me would make you realize you didn’t have to be the way you are now.” His eyes softened a bit at this.

“There is no ‘old Will’. There is just me.”

He kept his eyes locked with mine, “How do you know?”

“Because I wouldn’t fell so fucking empty!” I screamed this, right before turning and slamming my fist into the wall. I focused on the throbbing in my hand, letting the sensation run through me. I’m not sure when Jack put the mirror back in the room, but it dxplaxplain the blood trailing down the wall. I rested my head next to the broken frame, trying to remember if I was breathing.

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Seraphina: Just think, the type of things Will says in his head are the type of things I say all of the time. That’s probably why I have very few friends. They love me though. They have to. Mwahahahaaaa. I’m not quite sure that particular part (that ye quoted and stuffness) was amusing, but I’m the writer. Stuff just comes out. As for the length, I seriously wish I could make these longer. The problem is that I have school and work most of the time and I come up with each section in the wee hours of the morning. I am also impatient and as soon as I have one done and I feel that it can stand without lacking any sense, I run and post it. This little problem of mine is why I try to update as often as I can since each section is only about two pages in the word processor (and I didn’t forget that a lot of that is spaces in between paragraphs). I would hate me so much if I had to read such short gs. gs. Yeah. This turned out to be a long reply thingy. Anyway, I’m glad that you can still enjoy the story and that you commented. Yay! I’m also glad that I didn’t ruin this story by making it first person. I’m glad I did it this way because it seems to make it more… something. And you called it art. I’m glad that my story makes it onto the art list and not the babble list, though I think this reply made it to the babble list. (This is what happens when I get no sleep. You get really long thingermabobbers.) Ah, also your comment showed up twice. I removed one. I think the thing is being evil. It double posts some comments and cuts out parts of others. Just thought I’d share. I think this turned out to be longer than the actual section of the story I’m posting. Hahaha.