Chapter 335: Compartmentalise. Compartwomentalise and Compartchildrentalise, Too

Chapter 335: Compartmentalise. Compartwomentalise and Compartchildrentalise, Too

There was a lot of churning in the water. Some screams, some shouts, and then silence.

You might have noticed Id killed a lot of people of late. Was I turning into some kind of psychopathic monster? It wasnt like I was suffering from great remorse or guilt because of the lives I had taken so casually.

People often say you should never negotiate with terrorists. Logically it makes sense. Youre setting up a precedent that will only encourage others to use the same tactics to get what they want.

But the truth is those same people do negotiate with terrorists. They always do. Because the kids on the video look scared, because opinion polls demand it, because its affecting share prices. It doesnt matter why, extortion is a very effective tool. Especially against other extortionists.

You negotiate with them because youre the same as them. You would use the same tactics in their place. If you have the upper hand, you complain about the inhumanity of violence and call for peace because you want things to stay as they are. Its not so far-fetched to imagine young Swedish men strapping on explosives and jumping into a crowded bus with a cry of Ragnarok! under the right conditions.

You would make a deal with terrorists. You would break under torture. You would let others suffer so you dont have to.

How do I know? The same way I know if you bought a lottery ticket, you wouldnt win. Someone would, they always do, but not you.

If you bought a ticket and asked if Id be willing to bet my life on you not winning, I would take that bet. Thats a good bet. The odds are hugely in my favour, and hugely against you. Thats the kind of gamble you should take. Its the only kind you should take.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Betting in a casino, on the other hand, is foolish. The odds are stacked against you, which means you cant come out on top. The house always wins.

Some people hit the jackpot, I know. They win the lottery. They break the bank. Im not denying it can happen. But not to you.

I know theres a pull inside of you that wants to believe it could be you. And it could. But it wont be.

And when I say you, I mean me.

I was surrounded by dead people. Mostly the very old and the very young. I could have saved some of them. It would have cost me, but in the movie version, where Im much better looking and my personality defects are harder to understand since all the female actors end up sleeping with me (on and off screen), I would have saved them, even if it meant dying in the process. Because even cannibal children deserve to live

No, they fucking dont.

Our guy that got poisoned had been affected immediately, and then suffered slowly. Thats the way the poison worked. Thanks to Damicar being a top chef, hed managed to make it so the islanders were slow to be affected, and then died rapidly. They didnt suffer much. Not as much as we would have at gas mark five.

Only the fit and healthy would have resisted, and therefore had to endure the excruciating pain of feeling their insides melt. What I did might have been a horrendous act, but once you get beyond that, it was handled in a very reasonable manner, even if I do say so myself.

It wasnt that I did to them what they would have done to me, it was that I did it much better. Of the two options, mine was clearly the superior choice, you know, if we had a vote.

Im not trying to rationalise my actions because they were already rational. The problem with coming up with an evil plan is you never stop to consider if the other side are also working on something evil.

You know youre up to no good. Youre the bad guys, so the other team must be the good guys. Therefore, theyll be playing by the rules. Suckers!

Well, thats not always the case. You might come up with an ingenious plan to rob a bank, with a disguise so brilliant no one will recognise you, but that doesnt take into account a bank manager who would love to kidnap and torture someone to death (because hes a banker, he probably enjoys that sort of thing) except people are so easily identifiable these days. And then you walk in...

You can always find more evil in the world. And more evil means better evil. Greater quantity invariably leads to greater quality.

What do we do with them? asked Captain Somya. He had watched it all unfold with hardly any reaction at all. I liked having him and his crew around. They made me feel relatively normal.

Leave them, I said. We can take care of the bodies later. I want to go back to the village first. We still need a way off this island.

The captain nodded. The rest of the men didnt seem to be too upset by the carnage Id wrought. Not even Damicar, although Id cut him free of every human connection he had, so he wasnt feeling much of anything.

What happened to you? I asked. What made you put your hand up. I still didnt know how hed been controlled. There was a high chance whatever had done it was still at large, and could affect someone else.

I dont need their help. I dont think the entrance was blocked by you guys, I think it was blocked to stop you from getting in. You probably wanted me to open it for you.

Arthur made this place for Wesley. He knew she wouldnt have her body with her, because he had her body. He built a shrine, but it was unlikely he worshipped any of the old gods. He built a shrine to her. And what better place to leave her body?

Wesley could have blown the shrine to bits. Arthur knew that. But, thinking about it, there was a much easier way into the shrine, and that was in my current state. The only reason I hadnt slid through the ground to see what lay below was because of my experience with the poison dart that had struck me.

This place was prepared for someone like me.

Only, I had healed myself, so someone like me, but not me. Maybe someone like Richina. In fact, Richina more than anyone.

Did Wesley already know this? It seemed like she should have, but then why not tell me?

It wasnt a big deal. The sword and shield had been left on purpose. Probably not for me, but they were mine now, and the only person to use them against seemed to be the shy priestess.

Where are you? I asked. I think Arthur wanted us to meet. He wouldnt have provided me with this sword to kill you otherwise.

Why would you want to kill me? she said. You dont even know me.

I tend not to give cannibals the benefit of the doubt.

We didnt want to be cannibals. He made us do it.

Oh shut up. He didnt make you enjoy eating people.

Open the shrine. Lets enter it together. I think youll find the truth in there.

That was not the approach I wanted to take. If I used Wesley to crack it open, I might do damage to Wesleys body. If I went in like I was now, it might let Richina in. I wasnt sure what she wanted from the shrine, but I was pretty certain I didnt want her to have it.

Arthur must have left a way for Wesley to reclaim her body, but I couldnt see it. Did I want to confront Wesley about it? If she did know the answer, she might have been holding back to let me work it out for myself. Id always wanted a teacher to show me how to handle this world, perhaps she was the one Id been waiting for. My own personal Yoda.

I returned to my body. There wasnt any particular rush, the shrine wasnt going anywhere. If this was a game, thered be a key or a pressure pad or a power supply Id have to reconnect.

Maybe a good nights sleep next to a hut full of bloody human remains would help me see things more clearly. Id have it destroyed in the morning.

As I left the shrine, Damicar came hurrying up the path. He was out of breath and had a bottle of some kind in his hand which he was waving around.

The poison the fish poison He was having trouble getting his words out. They take these drugs. He waved the bottle at me. The poison wont kill them.

I thought you said there wasnt a cure for the fish poison.

There isnt. But if they take this He paused to take rapid breaths. The fish poison wont kill them, it will change them.

Into what?

Something worse.

There was a scream from the direction of the village. And then more screams.

They were already cannibals. What was worse than that?