"AHHHHHH....."
This was it. A day in a hot tube is the best. I'd had to find the pumps and stuff and fix the broken down water heater but I didn't care, the hotel had at one point invested in some cool antifreeze pipes and I could see the snow fall outside.
No biting off heads, no ripping throats out with my bear (ahem, bare..) hands, no ripping aortas with my incisors, no sitting in ass-freezing cold water from a couple of stupid fish, and no jumping from cliffs and landing 2200 pounds on a 1000 pound elk (Well, ok, that was for funs). Just total bliss at 109 degrees, made me wish I got a room.
Yeah, about that, evidently the room I had just slept in had been locked I had picked the lock with my pinky claw (god that little thing was useful) He wasn't in so I guess nobody would notice if I stay there a bit. Though I had the strange feeling the group I was hanging with didn't stay at one place for long periods of time.
I bashed my head into the bubbling water, feeling the droplets fall down my cheeks and felt the water roll down over the scars of my human form. The beard on my chin hid a silted neck, my long hair kept the slightly deformed left ear out of sight. I know I look like a wild man, maybe even bigfoot. But the scars hidden were afoul reminders of a disenchanted childhood.
The swirling waters pooled in front of me created a mini vortex, like the maelstroms of Norway and Japan. Such forces where imminent in my life always, none of witch were at all in my control. Poverty, loneliness, hunger, antipathy in some of the most extreme forms. I think I have seen it all. I haven't, I know and that statement will be disproven within the end of the week.
Had I really been there? Witnessing bloody murders of hundreds halfers? A large set claws appeared from the water to my left. Had my own bloody brutality really protected my neck like that? The mutilated bodies that had crisscrossed on the floor came to my mind. Yes, I had done that. I had still needed to live. Where I to let some group of people tell me to end it there? They stared back at me in my dreams, every night. Who had they really been? Question upon question littered my mind.
The water swirled in my eyes, a rich vortex of foam and white. So clean was the water, the white seemed out of place. What was it doing here? Did it have a purpose besides my own amusement? I sympathized with it, it had never done anything wrong, yet even I had seen it as different. Was I like that, is that why I had no one? Was that why this hot tub was empty besides myself? Did anyone know that this was here? Probably not...
I let my head fall back. I was such a idiot. Maybe I have done some smart things but I had way to many dumb moments for them to be the minority. I was a fool, I never let my guard down around anyone, scare that they would abandon me, or more common, would get killed. "You need to calm down", I whispered to myself in my head, "no one will die here". Out of sheer experience I cringed, hoping that this wouldn't come to hex me.
Far off in the corner, I could see the clothes and other odds and ends I carried around. Call it a survival instinct but you never knew when you would need a fire. But that wasn't the worse part of my worrying. Underneath the hiding waters, next to my hand was a huge obsidian knife. The thing fit nicely in my hand, and weighed a good 10 pounds. You never knew when you needed to kick ass.
I slipped farther into the waters, dozing off into a very light slumber.
