Chapter Twelve Continued
‘I’ said Pyro weakly as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and stem the feeling of nausea, ‘am a djinn and NOT a demon!’
‘If you say so,’ said Morpheus, his arm still protectively around Willow. ‘It doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to ride with us that is your prerogative but I suggest you look at what you’ll have to contend with down there before you decide. Shall we go and sort the music out?’ he said, turning to Willow.
Willow nodded and giggled like a little girl.
‘Oh, help yourself to a drink from the bar below deck,’ shouted Morpheus over his shoulder as he walked away with Willow.
‘Blackthorn, I don’t think-’
‘When are you going to get it into your thick skull that we don’t want you to think, eh Pyro?’ said Drake, tapping Pyro on the side of his head.
‘Blackthorn, think about this!’ pleaded Pyro, ‘Willow is acting bizarre, why would she just walk off with a stranger?’
‘I don’t know,’ shrugged Drake, as he strode over to the side of the boat. ‘Maybe she’s also fed up of hanging around you. Besides, this boat will get us to the Fortress quicker than fighting through that lot,’ he said, pointing to the ground below them.
Pyro gulped loudly as he glanced fleetingly over the side of the boat. From this vantage point, he could see a whole menagerie of monsters lurking in the labyrinthine Forest, from a Nemean Lion and a Chimera, to a flock of Stymphalian birds feasting on the flesh of a man. ‘I think I need to sit down,’ said Pyro, ’this is just turning into the worst day ever.’
‘Well, I’m going for a drink,’ said Drake. He turned and walked away, leaving Pyro curled up at the side of the boat.
Drake wound his way through the mass of dancing bodies and down the short staircase at the front of the ship just as the music changed. He smiled in approval as Skulls of Destiny’s “Trash-time Valentine” blasted from the upper deck just as he grabbed a tall glass of clear liquid from the bar.
He took a huge gulp of the soothing drink, which tasted like cotton candy, and slumped into the nearest comfy chair. He was so damn tired. Why couldn’t he just go to sleep, forget everything, just be normal for once? He took another gulp of his drink. God, it was good, but he was so sleepy.
But something didn’t feel quite right. It was if he could feel all of his worst fears, his nightmares, closing in around him, dancing at the very edge of his consciousness. He could almost taste Fenrik’s cigars, could hear Vigor rasping, could taste Willow’s tears, feel the pain as Falkor was ripped to pieces. He didn’t want to close his eyes, to see the phantoms plaguing his dreams.
Drake’s eyes shot open. Had he already fallen to sleep? He looked at the pretty girl sat next to him, dressed in black with long purple hair. He was sure she was the girl that had winked at him before, but it couldn‘t be. He shook his head and tried to dispel the mist that was beginning to cloud his mind.
‘It’s okay,’ she repeated, ‘everyone feels like that at first. Take another sip, it will make it better and it will all go away.’ She smiled sweetly and lifted Drake’s glass to his mouth. ‘Go on,’ she soothed, ‘take a sip.’
Drake took another swig. He was so sleepy…
‘Go away!’ snapped Drake. He didn’t want to wake up, not yet, sleeping was just too good. It was bliss not having to think.
‘Hey Blackthorn, get up!’
‘What do you want Pyro?’ groaned Drake, not wanting to open his eyes, ‘Can’t you just leave me alone?’
‘Blackthorn, we’re in danger,’ said Pyro, shaking Drake, the sharp edge of urgency in his voice, ‘I need you to snap out of it now!’
‘Where’s the fire Pyro? Ha!’ grinned Drake stupidly, ‘You should know, you probably started it!’
‘You’ve been drugged! Come on! If you stay here much longer you will forget everything. That drink you’ve got is Lethe-’
‘Lethe? I don’t care what it is, it’s like ambrosia for the Gods.’ Drake hiccupped, ‘I think I need another one!’
‘Blackthorn, you idiot, Lethe is the water from the lake the boat came from, the Lake of Forgetfulness-’
‘Forget about it, Pyro, chill man!’ said Drake trying to tap Pyro on the shoulder but missing.
‘DRAKE BLACKTHORN!’ screeched Pyro, ’wake up now!’ He grabbed a silver bucket of ice from the wooden bar and threw it at Drake.
‘Wow! What was that for?’ asked Drake looking down at the water dripping from his head onto his black tee-shirt and coat.
‘And you think I’m stupid. Look, I know you don’t like me but I really need you to listen to me now, AND FOCUS!’ said Pyro, slapping Drake across the cheek.
‘Hey!’ said Drake feeling the side of his face. He looked up at Pyro in a sulk, ‘What was that for?’
‘I‘ve been knocking around for a good few millennia, and you need to trust me when I say that, in my time, I’ve met a few shysters-’
‘Like me?’ asked Drake, thumping his chest with his hand and slumping back on his velvet-backed chair, grinning.
‘No, not like you. I mean guys that would pull your eyes out just for the pleasure of it. Don’t you think it was funny Willow just walking off like that?’
‘Or that all the monsters we saw in the Forest of Suffering were all from Greek and Roman mythology?’
‘So, when I said I knew that guy when we came aboard, you know, Morpheus?’
‘Morpheus,’ repeated Drake, nodding.
‘Well, I do, and that DJ guy, Hypno, they’re Greek Gods, brothers from like way back in time. They prey on abandoned souls and steal their dreams, that’s what keeps them immortal.’
Drake guffawed. ‘What? No!’
‘Yeah, so you can imagine how they felt when we came aboard. Two live ones to feed off. Your dreams would keep them going for a very long time.’
‘What about your dreams Pyro? Do you dream in fire?’
‘Can’t feed off a djinn, we don’t dream in the same way you do. Lucky for you too, else you’d be gone.’
Pyro nodded and run a finger across his throat.
‘Why are you dressed like a pot plant?’ asked Drake, his face screwed up in confusion as he stared at Pyro.
‘Because,’ said Pyro, closing his eyes with a sigh, ’I am trying to go incognito, so they don‘t recognise me.’
‘I don’t think it suits you, green just isn‘t your colour.’
‘Come on,’ said Pyro, grabbing Drake’s Zephyr from the floor in one hand and Drake with the other. He propped Drake up, managed to get the Zephyr onto Drake’s back, and then dragged him across the bar and into a hallway behind it.
‘You’ve got to get a grip!’ said Pyro, looking anxiously up and down the hallway, ’If Morpheus finds us-’
Drake smiled gormlessly at Pyro and slid down onto his bottom with a thump, his Zephyr squealing in pain as it scraped off the wall. ’I love you Pyro.’
Pyro shook his head and tutted. ’Stay here,’ he ordered, ’and don’t move. I need to find some Dandelion and Burdock, and chocolate, that’ll sort you out.’ Pyro took one last look at Drake, shook his head again and disappeared off down the hall.
Drake remained seated on the patterned carpet, which looked as if someone had been sick all over it, and smiled. He felt really sleepy and really happy as he stared at the white walls. It was like heaven; he could stay here forever, no problems.
‘Hello again!’ he said, as Pyro reappeared ten minutes later, minus the greenery, glowing slightly orange and looking rather harassed. ‘Did you miss me?’ Drake winked and gave Pyro a toothy grin.
‘Get this down you,’ said Pyro, tipping the contents of a brown can into Drake’s mouth.
Drake took a big gulp. ‘Pyro, what are you doing?’ snapped Drake, shoving Pyro’s arm away before clambering up from the floor. ’God’s sake,’ he said cradling his head in his hand, ’What the hell has happened to me?’
‘Good to see you’re back to your normal “happy” self, eat this,’ replied Pyro, unwrapping the purple foil off a chocolate bar and handing it to Drake, ’Don’t thank me for saving your butt!’
Drake shrugged. ‘Okay,’ he said.
‘Next time maybe you’ll give me a little more respect and listen.’
Drake stared at Pyro but said nothing.
‘I did warn you not to come on this boat.’
Whatever. ‘Where’s Willow?’
‘I locked her in the steam room for safety. It’s on this floor, at the back.’
‘Let’s go, got any more of that stuff ?’
Pyro tapped his trouser pocket. ’Yeah, only one can and four chocolate bars so don’t take anymore Lethe. Come on,’ he said, leading Drake down the corridor.
‘Do you know how to get off the boat? If it’s in the air we’ve got serious problems-’
‘It’s not in the air,’ said Pyro sheepishly.
‘Good, it’ll be easier to sneak off-’
‘Or maybe not.’
‘What do you mean?’ said Drake grabbing Pyro by the collar and pulling him around to face him. ’Pyro?’
‘Blackthorn, you’ve been out for ages. The Arcadia is submerged in the Lake of Forgetfulness.’
‘We’re totally submerged,’ said Pyro, holding out his knobbly arms, big sweat patches under his armpits on either side of his blue shirt.
‘What? We can’t be! How the hell are we going get off?’
‘I don’t know,’ replied Pyro shrugging. ‘And Anyways, I don’t think we’re supposed to.’
‘We’ll see about that,’ said Drake, ‘take me to Willow.’