THE UNWISE DON'T THINK IT TWICE_Chapter Five_The Girl With Silver Eyes

 

"Strange how paranoia can link with reality every now and then." 

- Lucas

Moira, now that she was sure Lucas wasn't going to kill her, grew bold.

Lucas smiled bitterly. How undisturbed were the thoughts of the foolish. 

He wondered how it felt to sleepwalk through life, to look and not see.

Moira sneered, "Afraid of those spook eyes, are you? Me, I like to live dangerously."

'You and Kierkegaard. And you know what happened to him?"

She paled. "What?"

"He died."

She snorted a laugh. "We all die, mister."

"But not all of us live. Take you. I doubt your hungers allow you to live one moment ... in peace."

"You're nuts."

Lucas shrugged, "What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding? What if laughter were really tears?"

"Like I said: you're nuts."

Lucas smiled wearily. 

"Insanity runs in my family. In fact, it practically gallops. Besides, I am not afraid of that dryad. It's her book that unsettles me."

It's just a book, for Heaven's sake. It can't hurt you."

Lucas fought a shiver. "Heaven has nothing to do with that book. It can do more than hurt you. It can damn you."

"How? If you don't read it, you're safe, ain't you?

"No. It is sentient."

"What?"

"Living, self-aware, bored ... and hungry."

"You're shitting me."

Lucas somberly shook his head.

"Long before hieroglyphics, Sumerian, or Akkadian symbols were carved upon temple walls to be swallowed by the sands of time, this book existed to damn all who opened it, touching them mind to mind."

"Quit calling it THE book! What's its damned name?"

"The wise do not even think the title."

"And the unwise?"

"They do not think it twice."