“I am surprised, young man,” Agares said, leaping into the room and onto the bed.
“Of what?” said Phero raising an eyebrow and leaning against the wall.
“Remembering my name,” he grinned widely.
“How could I forget such thing? After so many years… and your idiotic face.” Pheros’ gaze drifted to the side.
Agares turned to him with a Cheshire cat-like smile and tilted his head to show how surprised that he also remembered that.
One aspect of this weird man is that he never showed his whole face to anybody; he would cover his eyes with his hair and refused to let anybody see under it. Phero was the only exception.
“Ah yes good times, indeed,” he chuckled mockingly while Phero glared menacingly at him.
“What do you want that you’ve come to…uh this place,” which he knew nothing about either.
Agares snorted “Don’t go saying that like you own the place.”
Phero grumbled “…what are you doing here?”
“Hehe better…I followed you…or that robot that carried you at least,” Agares said kicking his feet up.
“And it didn’t even cross your mind to help me?”
“I thought of it but I found it a bit more amusing to see you writhe in the cold, so I let you be,”
Phero glared at him once more and Agares just smiled with that devilish grin of his.
After a moment of silence, Agares finally spoke. “Do you know why or how were you laying on the snow?”
“I…don’t really recall no,” he rubbed his head.
“That’s what I feared, given that she hit you pretty hard,” he tapped the side of Phero’s head.
Phero then going on to feel the sides of his head and feeling the bandages around it too.
“She?”
“Hanna,” Agares responded.
Phero didn’t remember the name, but it seemed so familiar that he could almost shape the image of the person, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t. His lost face just answered the question Agares had in his mind; did he really lose his memory again? He was at least glad that Phero managed to remember him.
“Oh, I see then,” he chuckled devilishly. “I’ll leave you to figure that out then,” he stood up and undusted himself starting to head out of where he came from.
“W-wait a sec!” Phero said straightening himself up abruptly, which made his wounds ache, “Do you know anything?”
Agares laughed again.
“I just might young man, but for now I’d like a little entertainment,” he smirked, “I’ll leave you with this though-,” he cleared his throat, “Don’t listen to the roars, but the small whispers of the demons, young man. Let them guide you to the truth of your concerns.”
Phero confused stared at the red haired man, not only was he really confused with that so called ‘clue’ .How is he supposed to figure out what’s going on if that’s all he is going to say? He thought.
“You’re as helpful as always,” Phero said in a sarcastic tone.
“And you’re as ungrateful as ever,” he huffed at him.
“Be glad that I gave you that at least young man, I’m trying to at least ease it out for you,” he pointed at him and went out the window.
“Like you even told me anything anyways,” he yelled so he would hear him even though he was pretty much already gone.
“HEY WAIT! YOU’RE A DEMON, CAN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Phero shouted for Agares to hear, the only response he got was a muffled ‘no’ in the distance.
Phero found this visit quite unpleasant, and got nothing from it in his opinion. Slumping back onto the bed he began to think. Why out of all these years of not seeing the man had suddenly decided to appear? With what purpose? Ulterior motives most likely, he thought. Maybe those words did mean something in the end, if that’s the case. But Phero had no clue on where or what Agares wanted him to do exactly to find this so called ‘truth’.
With awful disposition and groaning in annoyance he decided to start his search anyways, not knowing who or what to ask first but he just wanted to begin with something. Minding very little of his wounds he got up the bed, put on his clothes, and went out the door.
What could he find? Not even he was sure…
By: Andrea Rusic
“Of what?” said Phero raising an eyebrow and leaning against the wall.
“Remembering my name,” he grinned widely.
“How could I forget such thing? After so many years… and your idiotic face.” Pheros’ gaze drifted to the side.
Agares turned to him with a Cheshire cat-like smile and tilted his head to show how surprised that he also remembered that.
One aspect of this weird man is that he never showed his whole face to anybody; he would cover his eyes with his hair and refused to let anybody see under it. Phero was the only exception.
“Ah yes good times, indeed,” he chuckled mockingly while Phero glared menacingly at him.
“What do you want that you’ve come to…uh this place,” which he knew nothing about either.
Agares snorted “Don’t go saying that like you own the place.”
Phero grumbled “…what are you doing here?”
“Hehe better…I followed you…or that robot that carried you at least,” Agares said kicking his feet up.
“And it didn’t even cross your mind to help me?”
“I thought of it but I found it a bit more amusing to see you writhe in the cold, so I let you be,”
Phero glared at him once more and Agares just smiled with that devilish grin of his.
After a moment of silence, Agares finally spoke. “Do you know why or how were you laying on the snow?”
“I…don’t really recall no,” he rubbed his head.
“That’s what I feared, given that she hit you pretty hard,” he tapped the side of Phero’s head.
Phero then going on to feel the sides of his head and feeling the bandages around it too.
“She?”
“Hanna,” Agares responded.
Phero didn’t remember the name, but it seemed so familiar that he could almost shape the image of the person, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t. His lost face just answered the question Agares had in his mind; did he really lose his memory again? He was at least glad that Phero managed to remember him.
“Oh, I see then,” he chuckled devilishly. “I’ll leave you to figure that out then,” he stood up and undusted himself starting to head out of where he came from.
“W-wait a sec!” Phero said straightening himself up abruptly, which made his wounds ache, “Do you know anything?”
Agares laughed again.
“I just might young man, but for now I’d like a little entertainment,” he smirked, “I’ll leave you with this though-,” he cleared his throat, “Don’t listen to the roars, but the small whispers of the demons, young man. Let them guide you to the truth of your concerns.”
Phero confused stared at the red haired man, not only was he really confused with that so called ‘clue’ .How is he supposed to figure out what’s going on if that’s all he is going to say? He thought.
“You’re as helpful as always,” Phero said in a sarcastic tone.
“And you’re as ungrateful as ever,” he huffed at him.
“Be glad that I gave you that at least young man, I’m trying to at least ease it out for you,” he pointed at him and went out the window.
“Like you even told me anything anyways,” he yelled so he would hear him even though he was pretty much already gone.
“HEY WAIT! YOU’RE A DEMON, CAN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Phero shouted for Agares to hear, the only response he got was a muffled ‘no’ in the distance.
Phero found this visit quite unpleasant, and got nothing from it in his opinion. Slumping back onto the bed he began to think. Why out of all these years of not seeing the man had suddenly decided to appear? With what purpose? Ulterior motives most likely, he thought. Maybe those words did mean something in the end, if that’s the case. But Phero had no clue on where or what Agares wanted him to do exactly to find this so called ‘truth’.
With awful disposition and groaning in annoyance he decided to start his search anyways, not knowing who or what to ask first but he just wanted to begin with something. Minding very little of his wounds he got up the bed, put on his clothes, and went out the door.
What could he find? Not even he was sure…
By: Andrea Rusic