Sees himself in the spotted mirror image. A filthy dirty room for the night. Smiles to himself when the mirror image stares back.
"Is this what we have become, is that all that is left of the chief's son?"
The mirror image stares blankly back almost scornfully. One twisted a rage grows like a volcano within him.
Throws a few coins on the dirty worn mattress to the working girls he rented for the night.
"Pay double they saye, even the girls starved rather than share the night with you"
The mirror image grins back. A monster, a disgusting thing no longer human or worth watching. Stretches for the bottles that are scattered across the floor, takes a sip and breathes calmly.
Can hear them scraping together their few accessory rights and moving quickly but quietly out of the room.
Savage Saint, the words echo in his head, the Savage Saint words from yesterday. Cheered on by the fat man who hired services for the night, he paid for the room and the girls, he can hear the laughter of joy when his designated victim met his fists. It echoed through the slums dark streets he hands bloody, dry clotted blood. The smell of sweat tears and anxiety strikes him.
"you are a savge saint! The man's voice echoes. Yes, yes, beat that bastard one more time! He should know that you do not cheat me on money!
Drink, quiet black, it helps .. Quiet soon black will come soon. Then there will be peace, no more voices echoing.
