BURDEN OF LIFE {PART 2}

 Now then, after the dinner. My new schedule was to be discusses, the whole fetishizing she did with an unconsiousman was detestable at the least and I was not obliged for doing any of it …….not that I could do anything. Like how a cat play with the mice before having in it full. Now I do know that she wouldn’t do anything stupid but the things she is dragging me in, being involved in something honourable is debatable. Anyway, after we finished cleaning the kitchen top, cutlery and some idle chatter; we arrived in the study or more precisely the office and also my bedroom. All the ‘garbage’ was thrown out, replaced  by bookshelves and an armory which used to be my cupboard accompanied by a rustic office desk. Straight out a detective or police movie from the 50s,with my poor bed in the sidelines at the left corner of room.

   “Now about the new schedule”, Erici meekly spoke. Whilst sititing in at the desk and going through files? The incident from earlier, I was feeling extemely awkward. Unable to see in her face, and also vexed because she was acting like it is nothing like for instance, the sun rising everyday.

  “….”
  “This letter…. From Elizabeth. Right?”. I nodded my head in affirmation.
Elizabeth’s boss? Is she not an independent actress! More doubts, a pile of unansered questions, inviting even more. My sanity would explode if I left in dark again. A name I’ve never heard. Most probably he isn’t in the show buisness so then who is he.
  “An organisation huh? Even if I try being a badass rebel, that would still be realistiaclly impossible to destroy them huh?”.
  “So shall I not live peacefully until the demise eventually embraces me”. If the situation is this hopeless, why even bother. Something she emphasises so much on, when her eyes scream despair, why even try?
   There is someone who is more stronger, more hard working, better, better at everything than you are. That’s how it is. But-
  “Is that a confession, how smooth of ya. I am impressed, well for because once again its something I can’t pull off”. But of course these weren’t my real thoughts. Most likely, she would kill me if the rules she had agreed upon would be broken. Such a remark was only to lighten the tension.

  “And about earlier, don’t worry. It was just a prop”. Cruel. The word that was bombarded by my mind at her.

  “The moment I have some respect for you, you go ahead and kick that out. Was that a way to cheer me? I was flipping out you- ”

  “Well then you’ll be studying these three books and we start training your Ganaav from today”. She was using some exquisite wrds once again, not telling me the context. I felt like watching a drama blindfolded or tasting food in the absense of a tounge.

  “You see, woman MY LIFE IS ON THE LINE and do not even tell me who the opponent is!”, I yelled at her. Fury dictated me to a path, even if it would be impossible to bore a hole in this rock named Erici would not mean-

  “You…….Thomas Letcher is your enemy. Your birth is your enemy. Your fate is your enemy. The way you think is your enemy”,she bluntly asserted. Those words, she was asking me to loath myself? This was something serious, her eyes narrowed as if only seeing how I think with the movement, colour, depth of my eye movements. She let out a deep sigh, with distorted lips. Moistening them wit her tounge.

  “What is her connection with you, Erici?”.

  “I am on good terms with Raznav for now. Her boss that is”.

  “But she takes independent contracts, is it not? So..”

  “A member from the Oracle faction. Once part of the organisation, their research concluded that the ritual cannot be stopped in any circumstances. In case the host is destroyed, uncertain and potentially hazardous things can take place, a thing in whichthe organisation can never believe in”.  So by her terminology, I am some kind of host. The organisation is my enemy and Erici is trying to decline fate, so that I can live? And then what about the ambiguous position of this faction. Why do they even think I am special, am I special?

  “……Correct. Consider this, a thousand hostile and cooperative lions pounce at an elephant. See no matter how strong the elephant is- ”. Correct assessment. A hopeless stand to keep myself alive.

  “Pessimism. Now of all times, when I have got a grant from them to try and defeat fate?”, there was fury, there was will power and then there was a slight tremble in her stance. She was pushing herself, to what she was not. Even if more and ridiculously excessive more than me….. she was not strong in a wider picture.

  “But being a part of organisation, you. Why are you saving me?”. That was odd. No that was incorrect and incomprehensible.

  “Personal reasons……foolish of me isn’t it?”.