Snippet #2106197

“I could say the same for you little one....and I would not say anything about a retard who has escaped....you’re in a straight jacket...where did you escape from?” I say, gently nudging you to walk with me as i walk past you down the alley. I shuffle along, looking at the damp moss covered brick, my demonic eyes catching every single little dent and ridge and moisture covered detail of the moss. I let my eyes augment the details so that the moss covers my entire vision immersing myself in its detail waiting for your answer before I let my eyes field of vision return to normal. I blink, letting my eyes refocus the lighting of the alley and everything slides back into view. I have made my mind work my body like a computer, making everything run in processes. My demonic mind is fast enough to handle the amount of information that it requires to process everything that I see, hear, and touch. Suddenly, I flick my hand and I switch my senses so that I can touch with my eyes, looking at the ridges and bumps in the brick and the wet moisture on the moss then I switch them back to normal. I turn and look at you still waiting for your answer, not noticing that only 3 seconds have passed.