There it was.
The hatch!
Down the hatch I go.
And down the hatch he went.
Now.
What could he see?
If he turned right, he saw the opening in the wall.
The barely big enough opening.
You know, Parath could have - if he was more fit - could have killed me right there and then. Was my execution of infiltration meticulous? Was it not? Eh.
For future notice.
Prince entered his new room.
And he brimmed with joy - brimming with joy but a seed of spite? A speed of malice infected him. Infected him subtly, hidden from his own awareness.
Because Prince was overjoyed!
His stupid smile was plastered on his face - stapled!
As if he forgot where he was and what he had to do!
He forgot his hunger!
He forgot his pain!
He forgot - for a moment.
His smile faded.
His smile faded.
His puppy eyes - they came back.
Disgusting.
Disgusting puppy eyes.
Prince walked into the middle of the room.
The small room.
And Prince looked at Parath's hospital bed.
And Prince locked his eyes on the camoflauged door.
The camoflauged door.
The camoflauged door.
He had to enter that - that camoflauged door.
I have to.
He had to face the unknown.
I have to.
He had to survive.
I have to.
I have to.
I have to.
Steel yourself!
Steel yourself.
Steel yourself Prince.
Steel your mind. Steel your desire. Steel your thoughts and steel your body.
Every action - every movement, every thought - it must. It must be steeled.
I can't hesitate.
I have to think - smartly.
And I have to face this fear.
No.
No.
No.
No.
I am not scared. No.
I am the one who invokes fear.
No. I will be the reason of your deaths.
Do not cross me.
Do not tempt me.
Do not anger me.
Do not invoke my wrath.
Prince slowly raised his hand to meet the thin crack in the wall - the one between the door and the wall.
To open the door.
Prince slowly raised his hand.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Why?
Why?
Why Prince was a scaredy cat of course!
He was scared.
Aren't you Prince.
Aren't you?
No.
I am.
I will.
I will become.
His hand raised a bit higher.
Nowhere near the crack.
Firm yourself!
He roared within his mind.
I am!
Prince made significant process in a thought's moment.
His hand was right next to the crack.
All he had to do was thrust it inside and pull.
All he had to do...
Prince roared again.
Unbearable! Unbearable pain! And agony!
Unbearable!
And then the madman spoke answering his roars.
Prince! Get a hold of yourself! Don my mask! You are me remember - don the mask!
But those words went through one ear and went out his other.
Strange.
Almost like the madman never even spoke.
No!
This is not working.
Fuck.
Prince ceased.
You disgusting bastard.
Prince lowered his hand.
Dragging on a simple fucking moment!
Grow a pair!
Prince stared at the crack.
Prince was frozen in place.
Prince was a jumpy cat.
Get a move on already! You disgusting bastard! Pathetic Bastard.
Prince tried it once more.
He tried to open the door.
Will he be victorious?
I hope.
Prince raised his hand again to the crack.
Starting with the same amount of progress he had made before.
Prince told himself -
I need to. Of course I need to!
It's important!
If I don't go through that door I die.
I die!
Surely this was all he needed right?
All the words he needed to do something for once.
Right?
I hope.
I hope so.
Prince dug his fingers in the crack.
And a laughter so ravenous, so despicable - yet so pure.
Pure!
Pure?
Pure or malicious?
Laughter jittered through his body - uncontrollably!
Uncontrollably so!
And Prince pulled back the door.
Splendid boy!
What a splendid boy!