MAX

Another change in the fog, another snap from some damn misty half there half not beast, at the edge of some cloudy swamp. Shit, what wouldn’t Max give for some blast of color. This gray crap was getting boring. Before he smacked another hound in this hell with a stick he pulled from some bone guys clutches he looked down at the darker mist below him.

Jump. Why the hell not? He had sat in this creepy broken down tree for oh hell he had no idea how long. The only reason he hadn’t already drove down into the deeper parts of death was because they expected him to. They wanted him to. They called him. Fuck them all. They wanted rid of him. Go save the world and then do the right thing. Since when had anyone counted on Max to do the right thing? He was just gonna hold on and wait right here by this gray gate. 

But he had done the right thing hadn’t he? He let that sweet talking boss man and all his groupies talk him into this. No, no, not all of them. Not all of them. It was Thadd more than anyone that had dumped them both in this gray world. He wanted to save Veti and Siya and that freakin’ Nestor. How did that drunk dude wiggle into this mix? Must be that chick that stole his boots. Oh yea, Max was a hero. Fuck heroes. 

Max could just let go of this spot he carved out in this colorless tree by the gate and just fall. He could go now into the depth of things swinging and fighting. Not a bad way to end, really. But there was some unexplainable tug from the lifeless Thadd that told him to hang on just a bit longer. 

For how long? Max was getting antsy. 

Truth was he had no idea if it had been a day, a year, a decade. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like anything here kept track of time at all. Thadd sure wasn’t counting the days in his pleasant encased slumber. Figures he would get to just lay there and Max would be in some god damn tree swinging at invisible gray things. It’s payback, just fucking payback. 

The warlock prince charming never did like the fact that Max won Veti. The happiest that shrilling little magic worker ever was, was when he was Max. Max snorted and his own mist of gray clouded his vision. Who was he kidding? Max wasn’t anything without Thadd. He was nothing now. Just some shade of charcoal hitting shit.

Thadd was dead. Was Thadd dead? If he was why wasn’t he falling through this grey shit. Max was sure that dude was not heading in any other direction then this when he finally let go of that tiny little all brain body. But then Max never did get this two bodies in one thing. Max wasn’t real, right? He was just some image Thadd made to fuck Veti.

And the only smile Max had in this fog was when he thought of Veti. Damn that bitch was a hot wolf. Damn if she didn’t mess up everything for Max and Thadd. Pleasantly, surprisingly, sexually. And when the hell did he begin to care so much about what that piece of ass thought and felt? Thadd never expected anything so...so...hot. So hot Max was burned into the warlock. Not that either of them minded all that much as long as Veti was the reward. And it wasn’t as if it didn’t burn her some too. She was a damn sexy chick but even a hotter wolf. Wonder if she regrets it? Max doesn’t. Thadd doesn’t. 

But he should, shouldn’t he? 

Ah well, all that is just shades of gray like another piece of housewife porn. Put that in a book and smoke it. Most likely some other freak has found Veti and pulled her out of her sorrow. If its been more than a day, more than a week maybe. More than just another misty fade to black by a gate that never opens.