'Prank' [Chapter Three]

'Prank' [Chapter Three]

When Dmetri finally had woken up, he wasn't actually sure he had. He opened his eyes. Black. He closed them again. Black. He tried opening just one eye. Still black.

"I'm blind!" he cried out. He tried to reach his hands up to rub his eyes, but found that he couldn't lift his arms.

He stopped himself from having a full-out panic attack by simply shutting his eyes again (as if it made a difference) and took a series of small deep breaths. When he'd finally calmed down again, he opened one eye, smiled, then opened the other.

"I can see!" he exclaimed excitedly. Well that wasn't a very long delima. What he could see wasn't much, however. Dirt walls all around, some rocks here and there. Ah, he remembered the inability to move his arms and turned his head to check them out.

He couldn't.

Well that confused him, but remember, it didn't take much to confuse him.

"You were never blind," an annoyed-sounding voice said suddenly.

"...Yes I was!"

"Nooo... It's dark. Your eyes had to adjust." The voice was getting more upset, obviously.

"That's no way to treat a blind man!" Dmetri pouted.

"... You're no man... and didn't you just say you can see? Just now?"

"Oh... Yeah... Well... That's no way to treat a cripple!"

"... Cripple?"

"Yeah! My arms are missing!"

"... Look... behind you...?"

His arms were behind him? Like... behiiind him? Dmetri mentally prepared himself for seeing some bloody scene behind him, severed arms, blah, blah, blah. It never occurred to him, as he turned his head, that his arms would still... be... attached.

They were simply tied behind him.

"Oh... well thanks for not chopping them up," he said, facing in front of himself again. He noticed for the first time that he was sitting slouched up against a wall... also made of dirt.

"Sure thing," the voice said. Dmetri didn't catch the hint of sarcasm.

"Oh yeah! I meant to ask," Dmetri said glancing around nonchalantly. "Who're you?"

No answer.

"Mm'kay, then, where are you?"

No answer.

"Oh come off it. I want to knooooow!!"

Dmetri wiggled around, flopping his arms up and down behind himself the best he could. His way of pouting?

"Nooo oooone," came a response in a sing-song voice, whining immaturely slightly like a child.

"... If it was no one, how are you talking?"

"... Magic?"

Oh my, a battle of the wits.

"Ah, I see." Dmetri somewhat nodded with the most serious expression he had. "Powerful magic."

"Indeed..."

"..."

"..."

Well, there was a pause. An awkward, pointless pause.

"You're serious? You don't know who it this is?" the voice continued.

"Of course I know!"

"Then why did you ask?"

"So you would tell me! I know who it is nooow. Duh."

"Ah, I see." He at least thought he did, so finally, the person connected to the voice stepped out in front of Dmetri.

"AH!"

Yeah. Dmetri screamed. The man jumped in surprise and looked at him funny.

"You... you said you--"

"IT'S YOU!!"

"... Yeah... it is... but you said--"

"YOU'RE THAT ONE HOBO!"

"..."

"..."

"You... You done--"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND... AND.... and... yeah. I'm done now."

"You sure?"

Dmetri nodded.

"Alright, well then," Evan continued, since, y'know, that's his name. "Yes, it's me. EVAN, remember? Not That Bum."

"Evan?" Dmetri repeated, still in a state of confusion despite his eyes having finally focused completely.

"Evannnnn," Dmetri said again, this time more thougthfully.

Evan nodded slowly, eyebrow raised. "Ring any bells?"

"Hmmmm.... Evan...." Demetri repeated yet again, as if he hadn't heard him. "Evan, Evan, Eeeeevannnnnn." He tried drawing out the name with different emphasis on different syllables.

"EvAN.... eVan.... Ev... aNNN? Evawn. Ehvewn. Elvwen.... Elfin? Elvin? NO!" he shook his head stubbornly. "You're no elf! Your Evan! That one hobo was al creepy right before I passed ou--OH!"

Ah, revelation. More like a flashback, but it's all the same.

"I remember you! How long was I out?

"TWo days."

"Oh. And my arms? Legs?"

"Yeah... they're all there..."

"No, that's not what I meant. Why're they tied up?"

"So they won't move."

"Oh."

... Just.... Just Please remember to give Derian a break here. An idiot in the dark. It's not my fault, I swear.

Evan waited for a little while, mostly to wait and see if Dmetri planned to say anything further. He expected another question... but well, if he didn't care to know, Evan didn't care to tell him.