POV Main

The voice of the whisperer was male voice. If I had to guess what kind of person was behind the voice, I would say it was not very bright person. He would like to repeat the same meaning over and over. After I ask about something, he needed to stop and think a lot. And it was in dream space where I was not fully conscious too. So dense person with aggressive way of talking. The massage, he wanted blood and in return he would make me able to supernaturally abuse others. I woke up at 03:30. Took few minutes to write down this dream.

Do you know this stories about people getting deals from the devil? You should. There is Faust from Goethe, Margaret and Voland and many others. In horror movies we get demons working for bloody fee. And in the middle of the night I felt as I am at pentagram in some dungeon, dark entity inside waiting for me to state my wish. But if you know these stories, there is some bitter end for one dealing with this shit. Was I psycho enough to play this?

I knew, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I wouldn’t try.

He wanted to have a deal, I wanted to know terms. I wrote down questions I wanted to ask and lied down to bed. After some time I was back in dream space.

POV Alice, Rzeszów, from story told to others

My sister had problems with sleeping. We shared this room in a flat, living with parents. And now I was awake in the middle of the night because she was walking and sitting and texting on laptop. I tried to calmly get back to sleep, but I couldn’t.

-= Mary, would you turn it down and try to get some sleep? – I asked.

She switched off laptop, but stayed at the desk. After some time I heard her squeezing her teeth continuously.

-= What are you doing? Just stop.

-= Easy for you to say. I can’t.

-= Just try.

-= I tried.

Silence in the middle of the night is different. You can hear it loudly.

-= It’s the stone. – Said Mary.

-= What stone?

-= I showed you two days earlier. Flat stone with two symbols.

-= Ahh. Mini grave stone? – I took a breath. – If it’s its fault then throw it out.

-= You don’t understand, it’s trying to say something. I almost can say what it is saying.

Now I was creeped out.

-= Where did you found it? On the cemetery?

-= No, by the lake.

I would throw it up. But she had no heart for it. I would do it for her. So I waited for her to take a nap. I heard her breathing becoming slower and calmer. I stood up silently. Even in the middle of the night in city there is enough light to blurry see things. I saw stone on the desk by the laptop. I took it slowly. I did not think that far but it seemed I should throw it into rubbish bin in the kitchen. Then the doors screeched a little, when I was walking out of the room, and Mary woke up.

-= What are you doing? – She asked anxiously.

-= Cleaning up.

-= What? Where is my stone?

Silence.

-= Give it back!

-= Let me throw it out.

-= No. – She moved to me and fast.

I rushed to the hall. Then she bounce on me in the twilight. I hit my head and suddenly was on the floor.

-= What’s going on? – Obviously mother woke up.

-= I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry… - Mary was whispering.

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Someone turn on the lights. There was some shouting, but I was looking at the stone. Did my blood flow to the stone? I passed out.

POV Main

It was so anticlimactic. This stone was growing thing. Anti-egg of some kind. You know, egg has all it needs to grow and develop. But this stone or biogeochemical thing needed proper high class, highly digestive food. One liter of blood to get to next stage. And I would get some substance that would help with circulatory system – healing it, or the one stopping heart beating. My choice.

Point was, could I believe him. No, that was not the valid point. The point was, could I check if it was true.

Well, I don’t think I’m a bad person. Maybe I’m. I don’t think I’m a very bad person. There is a lot of things one can do, which seem bad, but one didn’t break any laws doing them. And people are doing them.

So, if I need some blood, I have to gain it. I would not use my own blood, because that could be dangerous.

I didn’t have a way to get blood from hospital. I didn’t want to break a law.

So I had an idea. But firstly I needed to test sample. After all, egg didn’t have anything against it or forgot about it. And on the way to laboratory I should have buy some hypnotics.

POV Alice

I woke up in the morning. My head was in bandages. Mary was soundly sleeping on the other bed. I was happy, even if that sounds strange. I moved, and mother came to room. She told me, that Mary was sorry. That they was worried, but it seemed that there was no danger, just unlucky brush on my head. She prepare me some sandwiches and tea. And stone went to trash. I ate something and fall asleep. I knew that mother needs to go to work, and father already went.

I was dreaming, and there was this voice telling me that we were already fated, because she drunk some of my blood. She was telling me, that for my help, she can help with my dad’s health problems. I asked who is she, and she said that she was soul enchanted in bio-stone. I woke up crying. Mary was by my side.

POV Main

What’s done, it’s done. I will get results of test by following day. I needed to eat something before I do more on the other matter. I needed to wait to evening. So I did my usual stuff humming that life is beautiful.

In the evening I went for jogging. I jogged before. There was few good routes in my neighborhood for jogging. One of them was by rainwater canal, right on allotment gardens, then by the train tracks to the park and back to me. Sometimes homeless people was searching for a place in allotment gardens, so owners put some dogs there to prevent trespassing. There were big dogs, barking loudly, sometimes quite aggressive. There was some rotation between owners dogs. It was nasty for homeless but also not nice for joggers. But I thought that I can be lucky that evening with all the preparations I had.

But you know, sometimes just a little things can decide the outcome. Like a butterfly pushing its wings to change things on a great scale.

And so I saw homeless people by the end of rainwater canal just few steps from gardens. There were three of them. Two and a half to be precise. They were drinking alcohol which was obvious and one of them must drank even after his limits, because now he was lying unconscious on some boxes. Now you know what happens after your limit expires.

Well, there are some rules for homeless people in Poland. Big cities are caring about them. There are dormitories, eating houses, some places with clothes. And there are some organizations independent from government or cities helping. There are three main roads to start homeless career – you were unlucky, you were self-destructive or it was some strange choice of yours. And in Poland nights are warm enough only in summer, mind you. Either way, it’s quite stressing path of career and in Poland main way to relief stress when you are down and out and without money it’s alcohol. To stay strong on that career path, to be prime example, you must drink at any and all possible moments. It’s bumpy road, because if you are drank you cannot sleep in the dormitory. You will not get main help. You are hero-ing with your life with endless quest – are human cold-blooded or warm-blooded. Or you can survive night in night city buses.

So these three were doing theirs rites of passage. Fighting with immerse adversity of this cold world. Well, not so cold since it was spring that time. I thought that they even had some immunity, because it seemed that was not their first time.

I just run by looking on two guys drinking some cheap, strong and disgusting alcohol.

My aim was garden with summer house by the fence. There was this big, aggressive dog, but I had stuffed sausage for him. I throw it over the fence and run in some circle. After half an hour the dog was obviously sleeping. There was some joggers and walkers but they didn’t care. And it was starting to get dark, which was perfect for me.

Fence was quite tall and sharp at the end but I had towel in the backpack. I was fast and after breaking a window I was inside. By some luck door had lock which one could open from inside. I pulled this dog inside, checked if there was something suspicious outside and started preparing.

But you know how it goes with statistics. You get some luck and then lose some luck. I heard them. These three guys must have known some hole in the fence, because they were walking between allotment gardens. Well, if you don’t know what are allotment gardens, these are parcels of land in the city where you can not build proper houses, but can have plants and vegetables. By some rules people got them. Many of them are together near each other, each no bigger than 100 m2. They are not like parks because only owners have keys to the fence. City treats them as green areas.

Back to statistics. What were the chances that they will choose the same garden as I chosen? Well, not abysmal, it was near the fence, it looked good as many others. But they were standing on the path between gardens watching that very one, and I didn’t finish my preparations yet.

I was silent, really silent. It was some night butterfly flapping its wings that cough their attention. They started moving to the very same summer house I was in.

To give them a justice, they weren’t fast. Leader of the trinity seemed to fight against gusts of winds, and you have to know there was no wind at that moment. His loyal companion was helping not so conscious one to stand and walk. Or using him as a walking stick.

Well, fast or slow, conscious or on autopilot, they were coming.