Going Deeper

[Jay Carpenter]

Jay’s exhaustion was welcome, and he may have complained about it as loudly as Nox if it weren’t for the thrill pulsing inside. Not even in the hottest engagement did he feel so alive as he did right then. His first real battle since becoming a magic user was against Amengual’s henchmen, but he’d not been at his best. “You know that they tortured me in Texas. Yep, basement of an old elementary school. I’m not shitting you. And when I killed the fucker that hooked me up to a fucking car battery, I didn’t think anything could be more satisfying. But fuck me, Nox, this is pretty fucking fun,” he said with a bloody-shit grin on his face. Literally bloody. His face was splattered, though he didn't know it. He hadn’t said anything about what happened to him in the States until then, and Nox didn’t ask. It was an understanding between warriors. Some tales had to be told at the right time. Guess with the thrill of blood, the high of the power and the lust of killing did Jay finally feel at home enough to talk about himself.  

Only Nox knew what it was like to be comfortable among killers, but he didn’t seem to be as entertained as Jay. It was hard to think of themselves as killers though. It was like being proud about exterminating rodents. People were another story. Even the evil-mother fuckers like Placaso and Amengual. Destroying them was bloody satisfaction, but not necessarily fun. Maybe he should be worried? Something to think about, but while they should be celebrating a hard-earned rest, Nox seemed less than himself.

“You take your nap, brother. I’ve more than enough stamina for the both of us. Could go for days if you know what I mean,” he said with a slap on Nox’s knee.