Tipping Point
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| Synopsis: | The date "{{{Date of Scene}}}" was not understood.Clayton's new outlook on life. |
| Cast of Characters: | The date "{{{Date of Scene}}}" was not understood.Clayton |
John Clayton woke up as he usually did in his four post bed with the crimson drapes, egyptian cotton sheets, and goose down pillows. Just two though, none of that multiple pillow nonsense women like to do. He liked luxury but was still a man, after all.
Today felt different. He'd felt like he'd been in a haze the past several weeks. He recalls a black market auction gone wrong and being in Fluorgis. But it all seemed like dreams. "Hmm, dreams. That's right." He imagined himself throwing open the curtains and gazing on his manor grounds back in London, the servants tending the lawn.
Then he noticed the Heartless surrounding his bed.
He didn't scream, merely looked at them with a dull curiosity as he he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. They weren't Shadows, they looked like monkeys. Well, freakish facsimiles of them. He wondered if he was in one of those waking nightmares; at this point they'd all jump on him and he'd wake up with a yelp and sweating buckets.
But they did not move. They just stared at him, like dumb animals.
Clayton sniffed, then threw the covers away. He was dressed in his silk pyjamas, imported from India. He was going to get his shotgun, then, and take care of this. Then one of them grabbed his slippers and put them on for him. "Wh..." He stood up, and another hopped on the bed and slipped his smoking jacket over him.
The hunter guffawed; now this was service. He was suddenly struck by a sense of clarity. Why, these Heartless were certainly useful, and powerful. Why did he spend all that time hunting them? It was silly, a waste of energy. Perhaps they saw him as some sort of authority figure to venerate. They were much more civilized than many so-called humans he's met.
He went to the window. He ought to fire the staff, yes. That seems appropriate; after all, he wouldn't have to pay these creatures. He could take them on hunts...hunts with his invisible friend. He suddenly remembered he HAD a friend no one else could see. His servants eyeballed him whenever he talked to it; idiots. Just another reason to fire them. What was he thinking about earlier, dreams? How silly. Dreams are for boys.
He smiled thinly. Perhaps it was time he started another series of hunting expeditions.
