[Adrijana Evgeniya]

She could see Brian's excitement building as she described the platter of drugs. It made her grin wider and giggle as she finished the explanation. He was like a puppy in his eagerness. Before she was even finished speaking he was grabbing at the bag of shrooms. "Whoa, hey there, big guy," she laughed, yanking the bag out of reach. "Pace yourself on your first time." But she let him eat the chunk he had taken, breaking off a much smaller piece for herself. Adri might be a psychopath, but she knew perfectly well that not everybody needed to get high out of their minds. Somebody had to stay on earth.

He asked about the heroin next, voice eager with excitement. She laughed. "Sure! Not too much with the punch you're about to feel with the shrooms, but I'll give you something." She picked up tbe syringe and opened a new needle. "Always use a fresh needle when shooting up for the first time," she said in a sing-song voice as she lifted the container of drugs. She put a bit into the needle, eyeing the mixture with as much professionalism as any nurse. "Always make sure there's no air in your needle- that will mess you up real good!" Satisfied, she turned to Brian, holding the needle and studying him. An evil grin spread over her features.

"Take off your shirt so I can find a vein."

Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

”Fear and loathing in San Francisco.” Sasha said, her voice already starting to distort.

Brian giggled, though he didn’t entirely understand the reference. He knew it had to do with drugs but that was the gist of it.

”A lack of education.” Her voice was distorting even more.

He giggled again. “The voices sound funny.” He told Adri. ”That means it’s working, right? Is it kicking in?” He stared at his hands. Unfortunately, they remained static, normal, boring old hands, but hopefully that would change soon.

For once he was taking control of his mind, even if it was supposedly ‘unhealthy.’ And it wasn’t just Haldol and alcohol. They served their function, but they wouldn’t take him out of his mind like this. They wouldn’t distort his reality to the level that all these illicit substances would. He wanted to experience a whole new existence. And Adri - this amazing, wonderful, beautiful person Adri - would do that for him. Her and her drugs.

”Take off my shirt?” Why would he need to take his shirt off? Aren’t you just supposed to use the veins in the crook of your arm? That’s what all the druggies in the psych wards did. Whatever, he supposed Adri knew best. ”Okay.” He said as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the large, rippling muscles underneath.

”Where are you gonna stick me?” He asked, wanting to be prepared so he knew when to look away. He didn’t want to see the needle go into his skin.

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Brian really was crazy. That didn't bother Adri that much. She'd known plenty of people who were mentally ill in prison. Heck, she was hardly a model of good mental health herself- she knew it, but she didn't care. She liked how she was. But it made her smile to see his childlike wish for the voices to quiet just for a minute.

"Yesss," she said soothingly when he asked if it was working. "That means it's working." Nonsense, of course. It would be a few minutes before the shrooms kicked in.

When he took his shirt off Adri cooed and ran a hand over his chest. "So pretty," she said dreamily. She pulled herself closer along the floor (legs trailing out behind her), tongue snaking out and brushing against his ribs. "Mmmmm." Her smiled was sweet and poisonous, sugar mixed with strychnine. "Just gonna jab you here," she said, fingers locating a vein in Brian's upper arm. She was pressed against him now, torso touching torso. A moment later the jab was done. "There go! Now just relax and let it take you..."

Brian was about to get high. Which meant, unfortunately, that Adri couldn't, at least not out-of-her-mind high. That was a fundamental safety rule, and even Adri wasn't crazy enough to break it. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun...

Her hand snaked down to Brian's belt, undoing it, taking his pants.

"Now isn't that better?"

Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

Brian’s smile widened at Adri’s remark. They were working. He felt his heart pounding. This was dangerous, exciting. And not in a way that involved the infinite variables of other people. This was a way he could control. And he so desperately lacked control in every facet of his life. He was a slave to his illness. A slave to his alcohol. A slave to his antipsychotics. These drugs would set him free.

”You are going to kill yourself.”

”Good.” Brian muttered.

His smile slowly vanished as Adri touched his chest and ran a tongue down his ribs. This made him feel deeply uncomfortable. He was generally averse to any physical contact unless it was necessary. But something so sexually charged coming from a woman made alarm bells go off in the back of his head. It felt so wrong, so unnatural.

He was about to open his mouth to ask her to stop when she touched his vein and told him she was gonna stick him. He turned his head away, and there was a slight sting as the needle went into his arm, but after that he didn’t feel anything. She told him she’d finished the injection, and Brian looked down at his arm. A thin line of red trickled down from a spot in his arm. ”I didn’t need to take off my shirt for that.” Brian remarked.

He was enraptured by that little red line. He started to feel an intense wave of pleasure coming his way, like watching a distant wave come toward the shore.

”Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it.”

“We’re awfully referential today, aren’t we?”

It took him a second, but the loosening of a belt buckle slowly came into focus. His eyes widened and he quickly scuttled backwards. He knew that wasn’t where drugs went.

”Adri, I like you, you’re a really nice person. But I don’t want to...I don’t want to have sex with you. I’m not...I’m not into...girls.” That wave was coming to shore. His muscles relaxed, and so did his mind. He fell back into the couch. The ocean crashed against the sand. He felt a burst of pleasure. His mouth formed into a dopey smile, his eyes glazed over. "I’m not...into...girls. I’ll take a boy though…” The remark made him laugh

Adrijana Evgeniya

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Injecting drugs made them work fast. The shrooms he'd eaten would take a but longer to kick in, but once that started Adri expected Brian would be somewhere besides here, so to speak. She'd had a sliver, enough to give her a bit of a ride but not nearly as much as he'd taken. Hopefully he hadn't OD'd himself just now; Yen would be upset if she made a mess (well, a bigger mess) on her apartment floor.

His words made her glance up.

"Not into girls?" She cooed his words back at him, giggled. "Maybe you haven't tried hard enough." That was inconvenient to discover, though not majorly so, considering how high he was about to get. Also, he was probably lying to himself. Her hand probed, exploring. "Don't worry, I can be into girls for both of us..." An evil smile. "We can catch a boy later."

She pulled herself along his body, on top of him now. "It's my house," she said in her sweetest voice. Her eyes were glittering, intense. Burning. "And my drugs. Seems like you owe me something. Let the shrooms have you. It won't be so bad..."



Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

Ecstasy. Pure and simple. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in...ever. Never had his muscles felt so limp, his mind so at peace. The world seemed to disappear around him. Was this what meditation was like? If so, why didn’t monks just use heroin? It seemed much easier. Maybe they didn’t like needles. That was understandable. Brian had gotten his blood taken hundreds of thousands of times and he still didn’t like needles.

Adri was talking but he didn’t quite catch the meaning. It was like she was speaking underwater, like the whole world was underwater. It was like he was in the ocean, away from the world. His voices, like Adri’s, seemed to disappear. He could tell they were speaking to him, but they were so far away he couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Then suddenly something felt very wrong. Hands on him. Hands, body, flesh. Warm skin touching his. He got that deeply uncomfortable feeling inside. Like worms. That’s the only way he knew how to describe it. Like he was being touched by warm, squirming worms.

”No…” He muttered. His voice seemed far away too. ”No...no, no, no.” The muscles in his arms grew in size. He pushed Adri off him. ”No, I want a boy.” He said dreamily. ”I want a boy for my first time. Yeah, that seemed right. ”Give me a boy, and then I’ll try with you.” He negotiated. ”Maybe both at the same time.” He gave her a dopey smile, eyes glazed over. Drool started leaking out the corner of his mouth, sliding down his chin, and on to his shirt, but he didn’t wipe it away. He didn’t even know it was there. ”Sound good?” He leaned back on the couch. ”Yeah, it does…” He mumbled, staring at the ceiling. ”Sounds good.”

Adrijana Evgeniya

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Drugs were sometimes called “dope”, and “dopey” seemed to be a good description for Brian at that moment. His face was relaxed. His muscles were drooping. Perfect. Now she'd have a go-

He pushed her off, roughly. She was surprised by his strength. For the first time she noticed how big his muscles were. For a moment she was angry. What did he care? He was high, and it'd feel fine with the drugs. Then she heard his suggestion for both at the same time, and her interest was piqued. Now that was more her style, and worth waiting for.

“A boy?” she said. A smile broke across her face. “That's a great idea! One sec.”

She jumped up and ran to her room. When she came back she was carrying a black duffel bag. “I've got everything we need right here!” She unzipped the top. There was rope inside, and a few other things. “What kind do you want? Let's go catch one!”

Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

”Woah.” Brian breathed, amazed as the ceiling started to swirl. It slowly turned into a vortex. At first, he was afraid it would swallow him and Adri whole, but after a while, nothing happened, and Brian relaxed again. ”We got lucky.” He told Adri, his voice light and empty. ”It doesn’t want us.” He stared into it, because he knew the longer he looked into the vortex, the more knowledge he would gain, and then he would be a genius and could save the world.

He was somewhat annoyed, then, when Adri pulled his attention away from the Vortex of Knowledge to show him a...bag? What secrets did it contain? Where did Adri get a magic bag?

“Well of course she has a magic bag you dunce, she’s magic.” Sasha’s warped voice scolded him through the water.

”Right, of course.” He said. He leaned forward to look in the bag. ”I like magic.” He told Adri. He furrowed his brow, looking in the bag. ”Will we catch him with the snake? He asked. ”Does it talk?”

“You can speak to elves.” The snake inside the bag said.

”Oh cool.” Brain said. ”I want an elf guy. With nice...muscles. And skin that’s not oily. It needs to be dry...and smooth. Like a snake.” Brian tried to stand up, but immediately fell back down. ”Woah!” He felt like he fell forever. It was fun, like a rollercoaster, but one he wouldn’t be afraid of. He laughed for quite a while before he managed to compose himself and slowly, carefully stood up again, making the muscles grow in his legs to plant himself in the ground. ”Let’s go catch a pretty elf man. Then we can...sex...or something.” He giggled.

Adrijana Evgeniya

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

She had been excited at the prospect of going out to catch someone, but the look in Brian's eyes as she showed him the bag told her he wasn't catching anyone. She laughed. “You're fried.” She tossed the bag aside, laughing as Brian tried to stand and fell down again. She lay down and rolled over next to him, propping her face on the backs of her palms. “The elves aren't out yet,” she told Brian, giving him a beneficent smile. “We'll have to wait for night to catch one.” Unable to resist, she reached out a hand, brushing it against Brian's chest. “Yes... we'll sex...” She giggled.

She studied him, not at all sorry she'd made him undress. “So you want an elf for your first? Are you really a virgin?” She laughed; it seemed ridiculous. Who stayed a virgin any longer than they had to?

“I have lots of experience,” she cooed, touching his chest again. “I could teach you. Like I did with the drugs.” Another laugh. She was feeling playful. “Tell me more about what you want your first time to be.”

Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

Brian looked around the room like he was seeing the world for the first time. Colors appeared before his eyes. Everything had an aura, and each aura had a meaning. It told him something about the objects’ personality. The couch was rambunctious. The ceiling fan was shy. He felt sorry for it. He knew what it was like to be shy. It hurt. But with these drugs, he wasn’t shy anymore. All thanks to Adri. He wondered why she wasn’t a psychiatrist. She could really help some people.

He turned his head to look at Adri. “Your aura is red. That means you hurt people.” He looked off into the distance. “That’s okay. I hurt people too.” A smile remained on his face, but a tear fell down his cheek.

“Baby.” Dennis said.

He heard a baby crying close to his ear. He hoped it was alright. He was suddenly aware that Adri was talking. Her voice was sparkly and magical. ”Virgin.” He repeated the word in his mouth slowly, like he’d never spoken it before. ”Yeah, I never had...sex or whatever. People don’t like me I guess. It must be the smell.” He smelled like sugary mushrooms. He didn’t think that was very sexy.

He furrowed his brow. ”No, only a guy can teach me. That’s how it is. Sorry, Adri. I’m really sorry, I am. You’re a good teacher.” He thought for a second, or as best as he could, mind drug addled as it was. ”First time...Well…” He bit his lip. ”I wouldn’t want the voices around. I don’t want the shadow creatures watching. It want it to be just him and me. But you could be there to help me out. You know a lot. You must look into the vortex a lot.” Brian looked back at the Vortex of Knowledge and smiled. ”You have a really nice house.” He said.

Adrijana Evgeniya

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Adri sat by Brian and made cooing noises as he droned in. Damn, the man was stoned out of his skull. Adri found it more amusing then anything; she didn't mind having a high person in her house. The only problem was that he was too stoned to go hunting with. Too bad. Well, no problem. There was an app for everything these days. Pulling out her phone, she opened an app and dropped a post on the local message thread.

F26 seeking bi m 2 break in virgin m &4 3some after. Short timeline.

She got five or six messages in the next few minutes, who, after eliminating the two with less than four stars, she chatted with, exchanged pictures (snapping one of Brian as he lay stoned- head and shoulders only), and finally shared her address with one. A few minutes later the bell rang and Adri opened the door to a smooth-faced man with a blond ponytail who looked vaguely like Orlando Bloom. It was the closest she could find to Brian's "Elf" request. Who said she never cared for others?

"Hi Brian!" Adri called as they came in. "This is Pat, he's gonna help you!"

Pat looked dubious. "He looks high."

"As a kite," Adri confirmed with a laugh.

Pat's frown deepened. "I don't want dubious consent stuff."

"As, come on," said Adri, taking his hand. "High folks deserve to have fun too! Besides, he knows what he's saying. Come on, Brian, tell him what you want."

Brian Harris

[Brian Harris]

Brian let the world swirl around him. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. His arms felt like cacti, prickly and strong. He flexed his muscles, feeling the needles brush against him softly like fur. He giggled, slow and dreamlike. He turned his head to look over at Adri. She was playing with some spellbook. It wasn’t surprising that she was a summoner. It only fit. She was so powerful. He was almost jealous, but he was glad she was there to protect him. ”You’re a good friend.” He told Adri.

Time passed, but it didn’t feel like it. Brian was with everything, including time. He was time. He was the universe. It was him and he was it. There was no separation. He wondered why he hadn’t realized this a long time ago. Things would’ve been so much easier. He held his hand out in front of him, then very slowly closed his fist. He could feel the universe flowing through him. It was amazing. It was everything.

Then, something was different. A man. There was a man there. He looked at him, pupils inhumanly large, his grin widened. ”An elf!” He said, dreamy but excited. ”You found one.” He looked at Adri, she was shiny like an emerald. ”I knew I could believe in you, Adri.” Very slowly, he got up from the couch. The floor was moving, it was hard to keep his balance. He tripped and fell, catching himself just in time, giggling like a maniac. ”Oops.” He said through the laughter. With some difficulty, he was able to get himself back to his feet. He managed to make his way over to Adri, his giant figure encompassing her in a hug. ”Thank you.” He said. ”Sorry if the cactuses hurt. They’re pretty soft though.”

After a second, he realized that Adri had said something to him. What did he want? He looked at the elf man. He was so beautiful. He felt another thing inside him, something new but familiar. What did he want? He grinned wider than he’d ever done in his entire life. ”I want sex!” He said. He stumbled his way over to the elf man, putting his soft cactus hands on his shoulders. ”Are you here for the sex?” He asked. ”You would be good I think.”

Adrijana Evgeniya

[Adrijana Evgeniya]

Some Time Later

Some time later, Adri sat on the floor sharpening her knives and watching Brian dose on the couch and deciding whether or not to kill him.

Pat and Brian had had sex, and Adri had smoked and watched and filmed parts of it. Then they'd had a threesome and Adri had bitten Pat's neck and he'd called her a crazy b*tch and left. Oh well, win some, lose some. Brian had been tired afterwards and she'd covered him with a blanket on the couch to sleep off the sex and the rest of his drugs. On the whole, she was glad she had found him, even if it hadn't quite worked out how she'd wanted. He was cute, even if it was too bad he wasn't into girls. Why did all the cute guys have to be gay?

He was so trusting, too, just like a little puppy. She wouldn't have to drug him or anything if she wanted to take him to her playroom. She just had to say the word and he'd follow her and she'd have him in a cell before he could get his head on straight. She had two occupied cells at the moment and one empty; she could fit him in easy. (There were also the three cages, which... hmm, she should lock someone in one of those for a week of two, see what happened when they were unable to stretch out.)

She also hadn't fed her toys in a day or two. Eh, they were probably used to that by now.

But anyway, Brian. She tested the edge of one of the knives on he thumb and found it suitably sharp. Yen didn't want her killing at the apartment, but it would be so easy to take him somewhere... she imagined slipping the knife in him, feeling the rasp of it against bones. A warm, soothing feeling filled her as she pictured him bleeding, a few careful wounds undoing him. She imagined the way his eyes would look up at her, with shock and dumb surprise, like that puppy she had killed. On the other hand...

The problem with killing was that it ended. You could only kill someone once. However much fun you got, when it was done, it was done. That was why Adri preferred to drag the process out as long as possible. But Brian... she had been entertained by him. She had laughed in his company. He had been amusing. And, strangest of all, in his own way he had adored her. That was a unique feeling. Perhaps it wasn't quite time to blot it out yet. Later, maybe, when she got bored.

Standing up, she put the knives away and curled up on the couch near Brian's feet. She smiled. That was the best thing about killing. You could always do it later.

Brian Harris

[santa]

Now this was an unusual one, but he didn't ask questions, never had, never would. He was wearing a red leather jacket, and black jeans, his boots were encased in heavy duty boots, the kind you used to kick down doors. One was resting on the street, the other on the pedal of a huge, red Harley-Davidson. The bike was in perfect condition, and if pressed, nobody on the street would be able to remember it pulling up. The man frowned as he double checked the name on the list.



He sighed, then raised himself, swinging his leg over the bike so he could stand apart from it. Carefully, he scratched out the name of his current target. She was in the apartment several floors up, he knew that for certain, so it didn't take him long to return the notebook to one of his biker jacket pockets.



It took him very little time to climb the stairs, and even less time to find the door he was looking for. He tried the handle once. It was locked, although the quick application of his boot to handle remedied that problem. He walked in, a small box in his hands where a moment ago there had been nothing. His entrance had probably not been the most intelligent way to do so, considering his target, but she had apparently been good this year… ish…



He marched over to the couch, where a large man was sleeping, and a woman significantly smaller than him curled up by his feet like a cat. The man in the red biker jacket held up a hand before she could do anything violent, then handed her the box, wrapped in paper with flames printed upon it. A second later he turned and left, vanishing out of the door, down the stairs and mounting the enormous red Harley.



The quiet of the street was broken by the roar of its engine for a few seconds. Then it was gone, with almost no sign it had been there save a few melting snowflakes.



Adrijana Evgeniya