...something about Eli was decidedly wrong. He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate’s face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other’s skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.
Be lost. Give up. give In. in the end it would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.
Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
“Victor didn't want to run while Eli was busy trying to fly.”
“―We could be dead- said Eli.
―That‘s a risk everyone takes by living.”
“All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective.”
“The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.”
“If I’m missing something, then so are you. Life is about compromises. Or did you think because you put yourself in God’s hands that He would make you all you were and more?”
The paper called Eli a hero.
The word made Victor laugh. Not just because it was absurd, but because it posed a question. If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain?
Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick.
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