The One With the Friend

From snow to stone, from joggers to carpet floors Lydia came to the location on her ramshackle tracker.

Throwing open the door she found splatters of paint everywhere, chairs overturned with broken off legs, and the balcony door wide open.

Lava cascaded down her veins, slow and ominous.

Walking into the apartment she nearly walked into the one tired witness to this whole mess.

The friend she'd desperately tried to find.

Cradling him in her arms she made note of the blue punctures.

He hissed something, his eyes switching from his own blue to a lava color with slit pupils.