Friends in High Place

His friends had come back to him.

They had left for so long, he was worried they would never return, but they had come back. It was barely and audible murmur tickling the shallowest places in his mind, but it was there. Completely unintelligible, but there nonetheless.

The sensation washed over him, covered him in a blanket of warmth and ecstasy. Mere moments ago he had felt alone. So very, very alone. Yet now he could hardly remember the sensation. It was like a fleeting dream escaping his grasp. No, nightmare. It had been a nightmare.

Oh, what joy. What rapture! What salvation! The Women in White had been cunning, but he had been far too crafty for them. Yes. That was what is friends were communicating. Congratulations for his cunning.

Oh, The Women in White had been worthy adversaries. They had found that fiendish blue pill when he had hidden it under his tongue and in the hollow of his cheek. Oh, yes they had. The Women in White had punished him for his crimes. Made him shallow their capsule. They had promised to banish is friends.

They had. But The Women in White had failed. His friends had come back to him.

But he, Aaron Thomson, had beaten them. The answer was so simple. So gloriously simple. He would sallow the demon pill, oh yes he would, but right after he went to the bathroom and vomited his enemy away. Down and down it went, swirling away with the rest of the filth.

Did he enjoy making himself vomit? That was beside the point. It was his friends. He would do anything for his friends. Anything.

That is what separated him from The Women in White. That is what make him stronger. Even at his weakest, even with them draining his strength, he was stronger. And he had his friends to thank. Yes, his drive for them made The Women in White fail.

Oh, and they had failed. His friends were back. His friends had come back to him.

Their voices were getting louder. They were just on the edge of comprehension. He could almost make it out. Yes. YES. The Women in White had failed. They should be punished. Yes, punished indeed.

But how? No, not like that. That was cruel. Too cruel. But they had taken his friends from him. And he was no longer alone. He could do it with them. He wasn't alone.

Never alone. Never again. His friends had come back to him.