Post by Brent Zachary McKinney on Nov 10, 2012 18:55:52 GMT -5
What was really the purpose of going here, of all places? Brent honestly didn't know. The water made him feel uneasy even if there seemed to be no one around who could do anything with it. Brent kept back, almost as if it was just going to jump up and attack him. For as long as he could remember Brent had had to deal with his aquaphobia. There had never been a specific incident that had caused it but he had the feeling that it was partly due to his love for fire. Obviously, water extinguished fire, so Brent was at least not going to be expected to be very fond of it.
It was stupid really, to be afraid of it. It was weak. And it was something Brent hated himself for. The Demon still couldn't bring himself to take a few steps closer towards the lake, inwardly challenging himself to stop being so pathetic. Instead, Brent stayed where he was and glared over at the water because... because he could, and it didn't look like anyone was watching. Normal people were probably inside with their families eating a meal together at this time of day. But, no, not Brent. He didn't find the prospect of going back to his shithole of a house to eat more Pot Noodles particularly appealing. That was why he was at the lake, just for a change.
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